It has always been you

Tequilla and Stilettoes

***DEAN'S POV***

Its been a week. 7 whole days since she left. I spent the first few days in a drunken slurr, sitting in the local dive bar from open to close. Glass after glass of Jack and Ice. I'm a mess without her. She's changed her outgoing emails to an automated message saying she's taking a vacation. She isn't answering my calls or texts. The only solace that I have is knowing where she is. But sometimes I think that's worse. I know where she is, but not what she's doing or who she's with. Ava is flighty. Honestly, I'm surprised Vanna's even friends with her. They are complete opposites. I wonder what she's doing when Ava is at work or auditions or skanking it in nightclubs. God I hope Vanna's not doing that. Out everynight with a different man in her bed. It would make me sick. I shudder at the thought, especially given how we left things. How did it get so messed up? How did I f**k everything up? We could be happily mated together. I'd come home to her everynight, our pups running around the home. I'd bring her flowers on my way home, just to see her smile, and to let het know just how happy and content I am with my life.

I'm agitated, but at least I've started functioning again. Well... I've been attending pack meetings at least. but now its the weekend. what am I supposed to do? Even when we're not together-together, she's always there. Just around. She's never left town. We've never gone this long without talking. We've had fights over the years, of course, but nothing like this.

I wonder what to do. Its Saturday night. I'm sat alone in the pack house. Should I throw a party? I can't really be bothered with people right now. Should I go to a bar? Drown my sorrows? I could hook-up with some wannabe-Luna social climbing bimbo? But no matter what I do I'll just be thinking of her. I pick up my car keys and drive over to my parents house. My dad always gives the best pep talks... and he has the best scotch.

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***SAVANNAH'S POV***

I stumble into a pair of silver platformed stiletto's and make a quick grab for the door frame to stop me from falling. I burst out laughing, and Ava mirrors my laughter when she saw. I managed to hold up my glass of chardonnay and avoid spilling it. Once my shoes are on, I quickly drink my wine and place the empty glass on the side table.

"Ready?" Ava asks.

"Ready!"

I tug at the hem on the black sequin mini dress I'm wearing. It's a lot shorter than something I would usually wear, and the fact that its Ava's, and she's a little smaller than me, means it keeps riding up.

I head over to the door with her and we leave the apartment. We head downstairs via the lift, and our uber is already waiting outside. We giggle in the cab as we head to The Penrose for cocktails. We spend the night in a drunken blur of cocktails, shots and lots of dancing. The music is loud and the dance floor is packed, with people being pressed almost shoulder to shoulder. We wiggle our hips, throw our hair back, and keep downing shots of tequilla as if we were still in college. I haven't had this much fun or felt this carefree in such a long time. Ava screams in my ear that shes heading to the bar to get us another cocktail and I nod, watching her disappear through the crowds of people. I continue dancing on my own, not that I am, by any means a good dancer. But I lost track of how many drinks I had over an hour ago, and I'm too buzzed to care. I feel some random guy dancing close to me, but I pretend to ignore him. I have no interest in hooking up with a human in a bathroom stall in a nightclub, having a very quick and very mediocre f**k. Been there done that. I look around the club.Ava's chatting to a guy at the bar, and I decide to step outside for some fresh air. I pull out my phone from the silver clutch I hold under my arm. Its 2am. As the cool air hits my face I realise just how drunk I am. My head begins to pound and my eyes blur. I squint at my phone as I try to focus on the unread messages. 15 unread messages. All from Dean. f**k.

"Hi"

"We need to talk"

"call me"

"Savannah, why aren't you answering your phone?" 

I giggle at him using my full name. He only does that when he's pissed.

"What are you doing?"

"Is Ava there?"

"I Hope she hasn't left you and f****d off"

"Savannah are you in trouble? is something wrong? Why won't you answer me?"

"Please just text me and let me know that you're ok"

"You have 10 minutes to reply or I'm coming to get you"

"I'm on my way. See you in a few hours"

"I'm here"

"Why aren't you at Ava's? Where the f**k are you?"

"I know you're close"

"You want to play? fine. I'll come looking"

Oh dear. He's mad. And in New York... somewhere.

I squint at my phone trying to find the "call" button. It begins ringing and I place the phone to my ear. I feel someone grab my shoulder from behind and I jump, dropping my phone and stumbling. They wrap an arm around my waist and steadies me. I quickly turn round and notice the all too familiar eyes staring back at me.

"Hi"