Second Love to the Right (Neal Cassidy/Baelfire Love Story)

Chapter 6: Neal Cassidy

The sun is what wakes me up first thing in the morning. I sit up in bed and stretch. I turn to look at the clock. It reads. 7:38 Holy crap. I slept almost 14 hours. I'm kinda glad I got that sleep though. I desperately needed it. Moments later I hear a buzzing coming from my phone. I lean over to pick it up. It's a text from Greg. It reads,

Are you busy tonight?

I'm quick to text back.

No, why?

A minute later I get another text from Greg.

I was thinking we can hang out.

I smile as I read this text. I reply,

Sure I'd love to.

I receive another text from Greg a minute later.

Great! Meet me at the cannery around 7:00

I get confused by this text. Why would he want to meet at the cannery? That's awfully odd.
Before I'm able to reply, Greg texts me directions to get there. After that message he says,

Hope to see you there

I just reply,

See you soon

I think that's end but then Greg sends me,

Oh, you might wanna check your email

Hmm I wonder why. It seems important. After this I shut my phone off. I then shower, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and put on a new change of clothes before I go out for the day. I'm probably just going to have a look around some more. There's gotta be some things I haven't seen yet despite the town being small. Before I leave, I just check my email like Greg said. I click on it and see I got an email back from my newspaper company. A message letting me know they published my story! I smile brightly. This is great! I can finally be an author! I'll probably have to leave Storybrooke soon if I'm going to get my promotion. I'll have to book the next flight to Baltimore. I then put everything in my purse and I head out the door. I close the door, but as I'm about to head out, I am pushed back towards my door by someone.

                                                                                  Neal's P.O.V 

It's around 8:00 in the morning and I'm just on my laptop checking my emails. Moments later, Tamara bursts in and slams the door behind her. She looks like she's pissed.
"Tamara, is something wrong?" I ask her.
She looks at me with anger.
"Yes something is wrong!" she yells.
"Well...what is it?" I ask.
Tamara doesn't answer. She just simply takes my laptop from me.
"Hey!" I yell.
But she doesn't respond. I listen to the sound of the clicking of the keyboards for a few moments until Tamara pulls up something.
"Read" she says.
"What is this? An article?" I ask.
"Just read" she says sternly.
I roll my eyes. I don't see what the fuss is about. I then start to read. As I get more in depth into the article, I realize the author was writing about Storybrooke and it's magic.
"Wait what?" I say.
I continue reading and I see what the fuss was about.
"I thought you hated the fact Storybrooke was magical?" I say to Tamara.
"I do, but you don't. The same goes for everyone else in this town. This important for you guys, and I'm willing to take your side for this" she says.
"Yeah your right. Who the hell does this guy think he is?!" I yell.
I scroll down to the end of the article and I see a name imprinted on there. It reads,

Molly Winter

"No" I whisper to myself.
"What?" Tamara asks.
"Nothing" I reassure.
"Actually this bitch is in Storybrooke. She found out about the secrets, and decided why not write about it to let the whole world know?" she says.
"She can't do that" I say.
"I know, but she already did" Tamara says, "now everyone will know about Storybrooke."
I throw my laptop onto the bed.
"Do you know where she is?" I ask.
"I do and she actually is staying here. She's staying in the room above us. 3B" she replies.
"Thanks" I say.
I'm about to head out the door when Tamara asks, "Are you going to knock some sense into her?"
I turn to face her.
"You bet I am" I say.
Tamara smiles as I walk out the door. My expression of anger changes to worry. This can't be the right Molly, correct? This can't be the one I knew 20 years ago? Or can it be?