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woodsborosheriff:

“Yes,” Dewey countered playfully as Sidney insisted he was lying or maybe she was just in disbelief because he’d never mentioned it until now. Why was that? Well, for one he didn’t want to upset her and he thought the tattoo might. It was a reminder, sketched into his tanned flesh, forever. He didn’t want her to have to think about her mother every time she looked at him. He wasn’t sure why he thought that would be such a bad thing? Maybe because Sidney was very sensitive when it came to her mom and who wouldn’t be? However, Dewey didn’t get it for Sidney, the tattoo was for Maureen. He had a lot of love for that warmhearted woman and a whole lotta love for her daughter, too. “Come on. You know.” Dewey’s eyes took on a shimmer of sadness before Sidney reached across the table to check for herself. She must have missed the painful look in his eyes and he was glad she did because he preferred the playful moment. Or maybe she didn’t miss it at all and preferred to be positive, as well. It’s what her mama would have wanted. “It was my third tattoo. It’s the one on my neck,” Dewey didn’t show it off a whole lot and it was always partially hidden behind the collar of his uniform or leather jacket but in this moment, Dewey loosened up his shirt and pulled the black collar down so she could get a better look at the ink. The tattoo was of a coffin, dressed in a ribbon and decorated with a cross. Dewey couldn’t get the image out of his head after visiting her mother’s casket. It ate at him for weeks and gave him nightmares but then one night he dreamt of a warm light over it, over Maureen and she was at peace with herself. He could feel her presence and she was happy knowing Dewey was watching over Sidney, that his entire family was. “I never showed you because it was a touchy subject. But when I saw your mom’s coffin, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I was angry and confused and … and then I had this dream of sunlight on her casket and I felt her warmness again. I don’t know, thinking about her resting place wasn’t as …depressive after that. She’s safe now and she’s in heaven and I have no doubt in my mind that she’s been watching over you. Just like I have been.” Dewey held her hand, spreading a comfort of warmth over her like the one in his dream. “I’m sorry if it upsets you. But it just reminds me that she’s safe and at rest and here with us. I think about your mother, Sidney, every time I take a job. I’m thinking about her now…with everything that’s been going on in Woodsboro. I keep her with me and when I find this person, I will not show mercy.” Woodsboro wasn’t always going to be Murderville. Dewey was going to make sure of it. Even if that meant killing a few psychopaths himself. 

“I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly first date talk…but maybe, we’ve had hundreds of first dates, here and there without ever really labeling it. I mean, every time we’re alone together…it’s always meant something to me, Sid. You’ve seen sides of me that no one else even knew were there. You encouraged me to follow my dreams and get behind a badge. You knew my potential was better reached at the sheriff station, running the show rather than from behind bars which is exactly where I would have ended up if I wasn’t so inspired by your…rays of warmth. So thank you, Sid. I may not be one of your crisis center regulars, but…I’m definitely a fan. I’m alive because of you. A lot of people are. So, whatever happens, don’t lose yourself okay? Keep the red hair and the gorgeous smile…a lot of people are depending on it. I know I am.” Dewey brushed his thumb over her knuckles before leaning forward to kiss her hand. A waitress then interrupted them for a moment and apologized after noticing they were in the middle of something intimate. “It’s fine.” Dewey assured the woman before accepting a refill on their glasses. She then took their orders. Dewey ordered the medium rare steak and insisted that Sidney orders anything her heart and stomach desired. He didn’t care how much things cost. Sure, sheriffs don’t make a fortune, but ripping off outlaws do, and that was another one of Dewey’s little secrets. He may have been the sheriff but he learned really, really quickly that it’s harder to hold onto your morals when you’re thrusted into his line of work. 

“Beautiful but not beautiful enough?” Dewey came out of his reverie with a small and questioning smile. She was referring to one of his old flings, Kim, but was she really? He could tell she didn’t believe this was real, still.  She thought he was playing her or charming her? Like she was just another one of his conquests even though he already told her he wasn’t some polo-wearing frat boy. Dewey could see the gears turning in her mind and more than anything he wanted to just stand up, walk over to her, cup her face in his rough hands and kiss her again so she’d stop. “Listen to me, you’re not going to lose anyone.” anyone else. Dewey would make damn sure of it. Sidney had lost enough people already. More than most people her age. “You don’t think I know this, Sid? That, I’ve thought about it a hundred thousand times? That’s why it took me seven years… I knew I would ruin our friendship and your bond with Tate. But, this? It’s not some flaky thing, I’m not messing with your head. I wouldn’t do that. You know I wouldn’t do that.” Dewey’s eyes leveled with hers, unwilling to break contact. “Listen to me. I would never be responsible for ruining your friendship with my sister and losing anymore people, okay? We’re your family. No one is giving up on you, especially not Tatum. Look, I tried to talk myself out of this but…I just can’t seem to. Maybe I’m selfish, maybe I’m…” Dewey rubbed a hand down his face, scratching lightly at his beard. “…You’re not a fling, okay? If I could go back, I would have done this three years ago.” When she was 18. Because despite feelings, there was always that uncomfortable age gap. Even if Dewey wanted to do something back then he couldn’t have. It wouldn’t have been right. He would have felt like he was taking advantage of a young girl’s crush. He cared way too much about Sidney to do something like that to her. “Ask me anything you want to know about me, Sid. And if you still have reservations afterwards, you can back out. But I won’t. I’m here. On this roof. On my first date. Trying to prove to you…that I can be better. That we can be better. That we can be more.” 

It took every ounce of strength Sidney had not to get up from her chair and crawl into Dewey’s lap after wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tight. She could never thank him enough for what he did, or what he was still doing now. Sidney supposed that in some ways, she had more than one guardian angel looking over her. First, there was her mom and then there was Dewey and Tatum. She might’ve lost someone closest to her but the Riley’s still made her feel like she had a family, a home to return to when her own just felt too gloomy and depressing. Sidney didn’t come back to her childhood home very often. She preferred to see or meet up with her dad outside of it. And when she did return, she hated sleeping alone. She almost always needed the TV on, or she just stayed up the whole night drawing and thinking. She could never relax, while knowing what happened under that roof and somewhere along the way, it felt more like a prison of memories than the place she grew up in. She couldn’t look into the kitchen without imagining her mom there, baking cookies and yelling at her dad to stop dipping his finger into the raw batter. They were always such a joy to watch. The love they had for each other was inspiring and Sidney always told herself she wanted a marriage like theirs. Never did she suspect that her dad wasn’t perfect and he had his own secrets and that maybe, just maybe, those secrets  might’ve led to her mother’s death. Even to this day, Sidney was oblivious. Even if the signs were all there, she ignored them and lived in a constant state of denial. Her only hope of maintaining positive memories was to idolize her parents the way they portrayed themselves to be in front of her. “No,” Sidney shook he head and whispered. Her hand then cupped his cheek and without being mindful of it, her thumb brushed the outline of his bottom lip. “It doesn’t upset me in the slightest. I actually think it’s rather sweet. And I’m sure if she was here right now, she’d probably first lecture you about how perfect your skin was the way it was before but she’d also appreciate the love and kindness you’re capable of showing. The same love and kindness, you’ve always had for people. That’s why I always knew you’d make a good sheriff.” Sidney recalled telling Dewey that he had a way with people. But, maybe she was bias because deep down, she knew he always had a way with her.

“Dewey,” Sidney breathlessly sighed, after he thanked her for inspiring him all those years ago and claiming that she basically saved his life. That meant more to her than he knew. And she would have responded to that but her breath had gotten caught in her throat as he raised her hand to his lips, kissed it, and then their waitress returned. Sidney, of course, cleared her throat and drew her hand back gently, letting the intimate moment fizzle out and wind down (but not completely abolish) while Dewey ordered himself the steak before insisting she do the same with whatever she wanted. “I’ll have the same, with a side of steamed asparagus thank you,” Sidney smiled, before turning her menu and Dewey’s over to the waitress. When they were alone again, Dewey caught onto Sidney’s earlier comment about her mentioning not being good enough for him before and she felt her eyes close with a sense of nervousness and vulnerability.  “I know you would never do anything to hurt me or compromise my relationship with Tate,” Sidney sighed, while reaching out to stroke his thigh under the table, and in a way that’s meant to be more soothing and comforting than sexual, “I trust you more than I do most people. And I believe that you’re here taking a risk like I am because a part of you feels it may be worth it too.” To prove it, Sidney smiled indicating her show of faith in him. “If we’re going to give this a real, honest shot, I want us to be open with each other. I’m currently lying to Tatum so I, at least, want us to be on the same page. And for now, I want to keep this thing between us, a secret. Until I’m ready to tell her. Are you okay with that?”

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woodsborosheriff:

“Hey. Look at me.” Dewey pleaded, he didn’t want Sidney to feel ashamed for wanting to hide who she was after the brutal death of her lovely mother. He understood her troubles more than she thought he ever could. Dewey lost her, too; Sidney’s mother. She was a friend of the family and he was very fond of her mother growing up. She had such a nurturing way about her. Dewey could see that side of her in Sidney. Sidney always made sure everyone else was taken care of, that everyone else was happy. Until tonight, she never made a decision that didn’t benefit someone else. “—You were never made of glass. No one ever thought that, okay? You are so brave, Sidney. So strong. I don’t know a single person who could have gone through what you did and still somehow manage to turn out the way that you have. The way you are with Tatum? The way you are with everyone… You’re selfless and loving and your mother would be so proud of you.” Dewey knew this was a very sensitive topic and that’s why he decided to reach his hand across the table and interlace their fingers. She wasn’t alone and he didn’t want her to feel alone. “And look, I know you’re better with talking about other people’s problems…but if you ever wanna talk about you, about things going on in your life. I’m here. I know you have Tatum for that, but I’m here, too.” He always had been. Although, lately, since the murders Dewey had been distant from a lot of people but he didn’t want to be alone anymore. Hence, the date; he was taking a chance, same as Sidney. They were both in way over their head, but maybe that was the beauty of it all. It was exciting and she made him happy. “I guess it would be stupid of me to say you never needed to change then huh?” Dewey chuckled softly because she was right, he changed his look too. He found a good gel, a decent tattoo artist, and before anyone knew it, the scrawny, floppy haired Dewey was all grown up. “What if I told you one of my tattoos was for her? Your mother. Would that be weird?” Dewey leaned forward, examining her eyes and the twitching of her lips. His tattoos may have seemed like they appeared overnight, but that didn’t make them any less special or meaningful to him. And he hardly ever showed them off. Even when he would get a new one he would keep it a secret, until eventually his entire arm was covered in them. “You know, sometimes…on some days…I feel like visiting the man who— I just feel like kicking his ass, you know?” Dewey leaned back, letting a long sigh escape his lips. He didn’t only feel this way, he’s acted on it. Dewey had slipped in and out of that monster’s cell multiple times a week. 

As the moment grew a little lighter, Dewey was able to smile again, but how long would that last when Sidney was bringing up redheads, when there was only a handful of them in Woodsboro; Sidney, Alison, Kim, and Nina. “The blonde thing was just a cover. I mean, it’s the closest thing to red?” a small laugh touched his lips before he licked them to reel it in, “I brought that one girl home, Kim, remember? You hated her. Everyone kept saying you two looked alike. I think it embarrassed you? I knew right then and there, that the questions would start coming my way next. ‘You like redheads?’ What would I say to that? Yes? Then everyone would look right at you. And if I said no, everyone would look right at her. It was a lose/lose situation. After that, it was blondes…girls like Laura. But I always thought you were beautiful, Sid.” Dewey leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was just complicated. And it still is, but it doesn’t have to be? We’re adults now. Sure, we’re risking someone getting hurt…someone we both love…And I wouldn’t do that for anyone else, but I like you, Sid. I think we’d be good for each other. And if not? You could always ignore me for another two weeks and blame it on the shitty date. You know, Randy me.”  he laughed, knowing she’d hate him for holding that story over her head. 

Despite how hard it was for her to do, Sidney responded to Dewey by looking up at him just after he asked. Conversations like these weren’t easy to have. And, it was incredibly rare for Sidney to relive the painful, and awful memories of her past. Most of her feelings regarding her mother’s death and that night, she repressed. Letting them in was far too crippling for her. The night it all happened, Sidney was sent to stay with the Riley’s while her father grieved and took care of answering questions and making further arrangements. Tatum had never pressured Sidney to talk about what she remembered and even helped her get her mind off of it. Dewey, too. Though, Dewey seemed a little more distant at the time. Angry, almost? Sidney could remember the three of them sitting in the living room watching old reruns on the TV one night. Sidney sat in the middle, under the blanket with Tatum while Dewey sat beside them. She remembered looking over at the side of his face and wondering what he was thinking about. He was quiet, reserved, and almost looked like he had dazed off. Sidney wasn’t sure why her mind reverted to that moment instead of a happier one. Maybe because she still had questions. Like, what was going through his mind in that moment and where did he go when he left the room? Just as Sidney was prepared to ask him that question and bring up that memory, Dewey surprised her by suggesting that one of his tattoos may have been for her mom, Maureen. “What?” Sidney stared at him, breathless, and full of wonder. “No. But, is there one? And if so, which tattoo? Show me...” Sidney leaned forward a little more to run one of her hands down the buttons of Dewey’s dress shirt, as if implying that he loosen it up so she could see. She’d do it herself but, she wasn’t sure she had it in her to be that forward or demanding with him yet. Baby steps.

“By the way, you and me both,” Sidney laughed, while trying to draw herself away from the mental ledge in her mind. She’s thought a lot about what she’d say to her mother’s murderer or what she’d do to him, but she’s never actually been there to confront him. Following the trial of her mother’s murder, there was a lot of questions about the man responsible. Some people wondered if he even really did it. The jury believed Sidney, as it was her convincing testimony that helped put the man she believed was responsible, behind bars. Though, what if the doubters and naysayers were right though? And he wasn’t the one responsible? Sidney tried not to think like that. The guilt and doubt would eat away at her until there was nothing left. She couldn’t stomach it. “Ah, yes. Kim...” Sidney nodded, while quirking an eyebrow at Dewey. “Beautiful but, not beautiful enough...” Sidney muttered under her breath, in regards to herself now, not Kim. She sighed and forced a smile that suggested it wasn’t a big deal even though, at the time it definitely felt like that. Dewey had a way of reeling her in, only to toss her back out again on the same fishing rod. She never thought he did it intentionally, he was just looking out for himself and her. He tried not to embarrass her but she still got embarrassed anyway. Her feelings for him were always very sensitive and sometimes Sidney used to wish she never felt anything at all for Dewey. But, she did and she couldn’t stop it no matter what she tried or did. Even now, she was trying to put up a wall with him but then Dewey said things ... things that gave her hope and her resolve faltered miserably. “Okay...” Sidney was starting to relent, “Let’s say, I like you, too--” even though that was already obvious and has long since been established, “--and this date turns out to be one of the best I ever had and I come to this conclusion that I wanted to try it again, how would that work? I want to tell Tatum but, what if this doesn’t last and I tell her and she ends up hating me and I lose both of you? If this doesn’t work out Dewey, I don’t think I could ever go back to being around you the way it was before all of this. It was bad enough having to hide how I felt for all these years, watching you show interest in anyone else who wasn’t me. If this doesn’t work, I can’t go back to the way things were before. I’d have to move on without you. As in, never see you again. You do know that, don’t you?”

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woodsborosheriff:

“Seven years?” Dewey repeated a bit surprised by her answer. He shouldn’t have been because he noticed her from time to time, staring, but always chalked it up as nothing. When she was 14, he was 19. Dewey was going through his rebellious stage at that point in time. He was cutting school, getting into fist fights, and hanging around girls with nose piercings and crop tops. Mostly blondes, sometimes redheads. His preference was redheads but how awkward would that have been? Flaunting pretty redheads in front of his sister’s redhead best friend, whom they’ve known their whole lives. It would have given everyone the impression that he was into girls who looked like Sidney and how would that have gone over? So Dewey hid it, he hid the fact that as they got older he found himself growing more and more attracted to Sidney. “Who says I didn’t know?” Dewey countered her belief with a wry smile. “I noticed you, Sid. But I didn’t think anything of it. I just thought it was a crush, an innocent crush. After a while, I thought you got over it. You met Billy, you two seemed close. There was also the whole age difference. We were both going through different things at that time. At that age, a five year gap is a big deal. It’s not anymore, but back then…it was. I always thought you were cute, I always thought you had beautiful green eyes and I remember when you dyed your red hair blonde, I was frustrated. I wasn’t sure if you were trying to blend in with other girls or what, but your hair is you. It’s Sidney. It keeps you apart from all the other Woodsboro girls and that’s not a bad thing. Personally, I love redheads.” Just as those words left his mouth, Dewey thought back to Nina. And how big of a mistake getting involved with her was. And how Sidney would feel if she ever found out about that.

“It’s not selfish of you to be here. And even if it was, so what? You have to live for yourself too, right? You know, I thought the same thing…I tried to talk myself out of this knowing it would hurt her. But no one is stopping Tatum from trying new things…from taking chances on other people. No one is stopping her from living her life. I’ve tried intervening a few times, thinking I was protecting her but…I backed off after a while because Tatum has to live her own life and she has to grow… I can’t stop her from growing, Sidney, and she shouldn’t stop you from growing either. This… this is life.” Life was all about taking chances. If they weren’t making hard choices then they weren’t really living. Which was no way to live, especially with a serial killer on the loose. At any moment their choices could be taken away from them. Tomorrow wasn’t promised to anyone. “Nothing’s changed.” Dewey shrugged, but that wasn’t true. Everything has changed. And it all started at the bar, the night of the murders. While two girls were losing their lives, he was gaining back his. “Okay. Things did change. For one, we’re older now. We know who we are. We know it wouldn’t be a fling? I mean, we both wouldn’t be going behind Tatum’s back for a one night stand. Right? No, not after seven years. I noticed you, Sidney, but it wouldn’t have worked at 14. I mean, for one it would have been illegal.” He chuckled lightheartedly, that was the most obvious issue. “I guess I just thought it was a crush, liking your sister’s older brother…that kind of stuff happens. You knew me. You were comfortable with me. We had great talks. You pushed me to be my best self. I was there to comfort you after….well, you know—” After her mom died. “Sometimes those kind of things make it feel like you’re into someone when really, it’s just because they’re all you know. But now? After seven years… I know your feelings are real. As for me? I now know I wouldn’t be taking advantage of you. As for you not being my type? You’re funny, a little dorky, you’re kind, and beautiful. What do you think my type is? Laura Cox? I was going through some stuff back then…changes. Girls like Laura aren’t my type. I’d never bring Laura here… I never brought any girl here. I had to google first date options just because I’ve never been on a real date before. This? …It’s as real as it gets.”

It was normal for girls growing up, especially in high school, to want to blend in. Sidney knew better than anyone that sticking out like a sore thumb meant you would easily be ridiculed. Not that Sidney’s ever faced much of that. Well not, until her mom was murdered. And then she became the topic of gossip around Woodsboro and the bud of most jokes. She was a celebrity after that. All her efforts to blend in were thrown right out of the window. She couldn’t die her hair, she couldn’t change her style, or even get fresh ink like he did in order to hide. She’d have to change her name and even that wouldn’t really help. “Well, that explains the weird look you gave me after I did it.” Sidney was referring to her blonde hair. That happened after her mom’s death. She thought if she changed her appearance, people would talk about something else but then the psychiatrists and therapists just thought it was another sign of help and depression. Most people who were severely depressed and contemplating suicide, changed the way they looked because they think it’ll make a difference, that it’ll change what people thought about them somehow. Sidney knew and understand that more now after working at the crisis center and learning about these signs. “To be honest, I only did that because I didn’t want to be the girl who’s mom was murdered and raped. People wouldn’t let it rest. I was Sidney Prescott, the girl made of glass whose entire world was shattered. And I didn’t want to be her. I wanted people to talk about something else and so I just did it. Do you know how hard it is to maintain blonde hair? As soon as my roots started growing back, I just decided to strip the color and return to my natural hair. By then, it was okay because the topic died down a little. Sure, it was stupid and naive and silly to think it would change me or change other people’s views of me. But, doesn’t everybody do that at some point? Change the way they look? You did,” To emphasize, Sidney motioned to the side of Dewey’s neck where he had a tattoo that was mostly covered by the hood of his leather jacket whenever he wore it. He also had a couple on his arm, which Sidney only knew from catching him around the house and pool and lake with his shirt off. Also, she was reminded of them this morning when she caught Dewey trying to get into the bathroom with morning wood. Which by the way, brought a small smile to Sidney’s lips as she took another sip of her white wine. 

“I know,” Sidney pursed her lips, after taking into account Dewey’s next spiel about living life and growing with it. She didn’t disagree about his theories or his carpe diem attitude but still, it didn’t change the fact that Tatum would hate it regardless and that it was selfish to go after Dewey knowing what the risks were. What made it worse was, Sidney was lying to Tatum. Or at the very least, not telling her the full truth. And best friends weren’t supposed to lie to each other. Sidney could always count on Tatum to tell her the truth, no matter how harsh or upsetting it could be. And that’s one of the things she admired about her best friend. “It’s comforting to know you don’t see me as just your kid sister’s best friend. Even though, we’re not kids anymore. But, you know what I mean. As for the other thing?” Sidney decided to be bold and laid her hand to rest over his on the table, she could feel the tenderness of Dewey’s knuckles from his brawl the night before outside of the bar. Sidney thought about kissing them but didn’t. “I guess it looks like you already answered my next question. About what this is,” she paused to motion between their bodies, “Because, I’m not looking for a fling either. And I wouldn’t want to be that.” Sidney knew what she deserved and she always knew Dewey had it in him to be more than he let himself be. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that?” Sidney laughed, as she sat back in her chair and looked up at Dewey with this elated grin, “Because I’m a redhead? I’ve never actually seen you with anyone who wasn’t blonde. Another reason, I always suspected I wasn’t your type...”

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“Your life you be boring without me.” Sid’s list of activities sounded more like heaven to her than a complaint, but maybe she was just thinking of lazy activities that paired well with drifting back off to sleep. They were best friends for many reasons, just one of them was the habit to eat ice cream and talk about their lives until the sun peeked over the horizon. “And you’re welcome.” As though she was doing anything out of the ordinary by extending her home indefinitely to the other girl. She rolled over, trying to get comfortable with the new space she had in the bed. “I’m not going anywhere, it’s not like anyone is vying to whisk me away. We’ll be practically glued at the hip.”

“Well, I’m not going to argue that,” Sidney vowed confidently with a nod. It was true. Her life would be absolutely boring with Tatum in it to bring adventure and excitement and dare she say it, trouble. All things a healthy girl needs to survive. “And oh please,” Sid scoffed, “As if there aren’t guys lining up to whisk you away. Stu might’ve dropped the ball but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world will. You’re goregous, and funny, and smart. You may be a terrible driver but if I can look past that then so can many others.” With a playful nudge to her shoulder under the blanket, Sidney smiled, “C’mon, don’t make me pry it out of you. I know there’s someone in the wings right now just gearing up to whisk you away from me. Who is it? I’ll battle them for you. You know I would.”

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woodsborosheriff:

“Oh yeah?” Dewey averted his eyes from the road to drink in the sight of her again, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lip the entire time. “The crisis center girl, she was perfect. I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive considering we’re on a date, but that crisis girl, sweetest voice I ever heard. She sounded hot, too.” Dewey was of course talking about her (as in Sidney). Their teasing banter was just one of the many things Dewey loved about them. She wasn’t like most girls; they could have fun and playfully nudge each other like best friends which was refreshing because Dewey never had anything like that before with anyone else. He didn’t even think natural chemistry like this existed outside of corny Nicholas Sparks movies. 

As they drove a little further and got a little closer to their destination, Dewey was so wrapped up in Sidney’s unique laughter that he didn’t want to leave the car. He liked this; driving around, listening to music, talking about the past and the present and hopefully the future. Would they have a future? Of course. But would they ever be anything more than this? Dewey hoped so. “I remember seeing you with Billy. I never said anything but I was always kind of jealous. I thought I was just being overprotective, like I am with Tatum.” It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to mention his sister’s name, but they couldn’t avoid her forever, she was always going to be a part of both their lives, forever. Dewey wasn’t doing any of this to sleight his sister, he loved Tatum with all his heart, but that same heart deserved happiness, didn’t it? He couldn’t continue on having casual relationships and drinking himself to death over work. What if this Woodsboro reaper decided to off him next? Or go after Sidney? Wouldn’t it have been smart to let the people closest to you know that you care? And Dewey did; he’s cared for a long time but never said anything because he thought it might be too weird, but it surprisingly wasn’t? This had been the most natural thing he’s ever done. And it gave him this high like nothing else…There wasn’t a beer or a cup coffee in this world that could make him feel as alive as Sidney has in these last couple of nights. 

“Randy?” Dewey looked surprised and that’s because he was. Randy was always kind of a geek? But then so was Dewey before he realized no one but assholes liked nerds (liked kicking their ass). Growing up, Dewey didn’t have a lot of male friends and he was closest to his sister despite their constant bickering and fighting. So he didn’t really have a lot of testosterone until his teenage years when he decided to man-up and leave childish things behind; like video games and comic books. So to hear that Sidney gave someone like Randy a chance back then kind of made him wonder if someone would have given him a chance to (before all the tattoos and muscle mass). But as Sidney finished telling that story, it got a little awkward at the end and made Dewey question everything all over again, this time with a smile on his face. “Wait, so he took you out, won you a prize, knew your favorite kind of milkshake, and then after he kissed you, you decided to ignore him?” Dewey pulled an ‘ouch’ expression as he looked back to the road and then laughed because he didn’t actually mean it. If Sidney didn’t feel a spark or any chemistry then she didn’t owe him anything more. She gave him a chance and it didn’t work out. That didn’t mean she was a bad person. Just honest. Which Dewey could respect. It meant she wasn’t into mind-games or stringing people along which showed Dewey she was serious about this (whatever this was). “I’m teasing. You did the right thing, Prescott. You put an end to it before he could get his hopes up or his heart broken.” which made Dewey wonder who broke whose heart between her and Billy. Who ended that one? Dewey would have asked but he didn’t think it would be appropriate, not when they were on a date. 

“Here we are, sweetheart.” Dewey announced softly as the Cadillac rolled slowly to a stop outside of the restaurant lit up by twinkling lights. “That hot crisis girl we were talking about, she told me not to overdo it, so I hope this isn’t too much?” Dewey laid a hand out for her to take. They were just outside of town, so she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing her. Dewey knew one of the most important factors to this date was to keep it low key so Tatum wouldn’t find out. It wasn’t meant to be cruel, but why tell her anything before their first date? It would be better to see how it goes and if they want to continue seeing each other then Sidney could tell Tatum. He knew she would want to be the one to do it. “We’re upstairs. Way upstairs. On the roof. I hope that’s okay? …Are you chilly?” As they reached the roof, there was a small table adorned with roses and wine and a beautiful view of the skyline. Dewey carefully slipped out of his jacket and draped it over Sidney’s shoulders to keep her warm. He knew she got cold during the night (hence the thin leather jacket she often wore). “I mean, it’s no arcade and there’s no way of me winning you a stuffed animal, but there’s you and me…and maybe things will even end with a kiss that’s not on the cheek?” he chuckled softly, teasingly. He pulled her chair out and then pushed her in before taking his seat across from her. The stars sparkling in both of their eyes. “Can I ask you something. I’m going to ask you something.” Dewey chuckled, leaning in closer before licking his lips. “How long?” his eyes are brighter in the flickering of candlelight. “How long has there been something here? Something that I wasn’t completely aware of until recently?” Dewey was asking how long has she liked him? But the better question would have been; why didn’t she ever make a move? Aside from the obvious reason; Tatum. 

"She sounds like a knock out," Sidney teased. Though, she couldn't exactly keep a straight face long enough to play along because it felt weird saying such underhanded things about herself, knowing that's who they were talking about. She, was his sweet but hot, crisis center girl. "You've seen me with Billy?" Sidney supposed she never really noticed Dewey in the background. She always thought he wasn't paying attention when it came to her romantic life. To be perfectly honest, part of the reason why Sidney went for Billy in the first place was so she could get over her unrequited, and confusing feelings for Dewey. Besides, she wanted to have a normal high school existence and boyfriends were just part of that. Billy was always patient, especially when it came to the sexual stuff. He might have had his own desires and cravings but he never forced Sidney into satisfying them. In fact, Sidney used to joke with Tatum that Billy was probably the only guy who would put up with her sexually anorexic self. After her mom was murdered, she had a lot of reservations about getting intimately close with people. All she could do was picture all the horrifying things her mom was said to have went through when the autopsy report came back. Even Sidney's dad after that was very overprotective. In order for Sidney to see Billy, she'd have to sneak out or lie and say she was staying over the Riley's. Tatum always covered for her when that happened. Tatum was Sidney's true ride or die friend and would always be her secret, partner in crime.  "I didn't think you ever noticed," Sidney shrugged, before turning her head towards the window to look outside of it as she attempted to hide her smile. "But yes," Sidney carried on, breathing a short breath of air. Her eyes fell on Dewey again as he digested her story about Randy. Randy was nice and he'd always had a crush on Sidney. She knew that and yet despite it, she never let him get the wrong impression. He was nice and he deserved to find someone who could love and appreciate him in ways Sidney couldn't. "Well yeah...." Sidney admitted with a slow, almost insecure nod. Suddenly, after Dewey recalled the entire story, she felt like a horrible person. Was she horrible for ditching Randy after their 'maybe' date? Before Sidney could overthink it too much, Dewey seemed to have read her mind and insisted she wasn't an awful person, and that she did the right thing. She tried to, at least. "He would have deserved better," Sidney persisted and she truly believed that.  After pulling up at the restaurant, Sidney stepped out of the red Cadillac with Dewey's help and took the romantic setting and ambience in. He really did go all out and Sidney couldn't help but smile up at him as if to say "it's perfect" with solely just her eyes. They sparkled as Dewey draped his jacket over her shoulders and took her hand before leading her up the stairs to the roof. There was no one else around but their waiter who poured them each a glass of wine before walking away to give them a chance to look over the menu. In the meantime, Dewey surprised Sidney (again) by asking her how long she's had a crush on him. At first, Sidney didn't want to say because she thought it was pretty pathetic. But, she wasn't much of a good liar either. She was proving that with her pillow talk last night with Tatum. She told Tatum she kissed someone and that this guy knew her name and where she lived. Tatum called the guy a creep, which now, made Sidney laugh quietly to herself and smile because Tatum had no idea she was talking about her own brother. And Dewey didn't know Tatum labelled him a creep. Sidney decided to save that teasing tidbit for later. For now, Dewey was waiting on her answer, which she gave after crossing her legs under the table and leaning forward a bit, "7 years, since I was 14," Sidney expelled the truth with a deep, and sharp sigh. "Don't worry, you didn't know. And I never really wanted you to so I guess you not knowing was good for me. Not exactly easy but good. Nothing could have happened anyway and I knew if Tatum ever found out, she'd probably stop being my friend. Not that I can blame her, if my best friend was into my brother, I'd be mad too. It's selfish for me to even be here with you, I know that. And yet, I don't know why I agreed to come. I guess, I just couldn't help it? My brain tells me to shut you out and ignore you but then my mouth opens and what comes out I can't stop. Like right now.." To shut herself up, Sidney reached for her wine glass and took a sip. Her cheeks were growing red and flushed with embarrassment. "What about you?" Sidney tried changing the subject and shifting the attention off of herself, "I mean, why now? What changed? I'm not really your type. At least, I'm not the type you typically go for so it's kind of hard to believe this is even real."

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tatumrvley:

“Of course you can stay here.” The sentence is immediate she’s never had to think about opening her home to Sidney, her room seemed to always be made perfectly for two. Her parents would probably be thrilled at the news, another kid running around that they didn’t have to worry about. The dorms might be unsafe, but Sidney would be home where she belonged. “At least until that creep leaves you alone.” Which is an arbitrary time, really Sid could stay as long as she wanted, and then some. “As if you’d rather be anywhere else.”

A wave of relief washed over Sid’s shoulders and features. She always knew she could count on Tatum to have her back and make her feel at home. Sometimes, Sidney wondered if she ever thanked Tatum enough for that. “So we’ve got more late night pillow talk, a carton full of chunky munky and your snoring to look forward to..?” Sidney teased as she gently took one of Tatum’s pillows and lightly tapped her in the shoulder with it. “But seriously, what would I ever do without you, Tate?” Sid’s smile was genuine but also a little bit, sad. She never wanted to find out what a life without Tatum was like and she just might if she keeps heading down the path she’s going. “Let’s hope, I never have to find out. If you go anywhere though, you better take me with you.”

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woodsborosheriff:

Instantly, Dewey felt insecure once those shimmering eyes of green washed over him only for her lower lip to jut out questioningly. “Too much?” he asked, hands attempting to smooth out any wrinkles that might’ve been there. Dewey hadn’t worn a suit in years, he preferred jeans and a leather jacket when he wasn’t on duty and forced into the khaki colored uniform. “You look stunning.” Dewey looked up from his dress shirt, eyeing Sidney’s long-sleeved dress. He couldn’t remember her ever dressing up for Billy like this, which was a good sign. It showed she cared more about their date than she ever did one of the ones with Billy. Did Billy ever take her out on dates? He didn’t really seem like the type but if talking to Sidney and Tatum about Billy and Stu has taught the sheriff anything, it’s that you can’t judge a book by its cover. “And the occasion, is dinner?” It wasn’t meant to sound like a question but it kind of was. Dewey wasn’t sure how she would feel about a dimly lit restaurant on the outskirts of town. How was he supposed to know what was trying too hard? He’d never been on an actual date before. Laura Cox was more of a two-night stand, after Sidney caught them fooling around he stopped talking to her. And Nina was just a hookup, someone who slipped past his walls but not in search of his heart, just his dick. Well, his dick and a get out jail free pass. She wanted the sheriff in her purse and though Dewey never allowed her total leniency from the law, he still cut her a break here and there because of their ongoing affair. No one knew about that and no know would. Except for maybe Sidney if the conversation were to ever go there because he wouldn’t feel right hiding something like that from her, not if they were going to start something up, something with dire consequences. If they were both going to go into this and chance losing Tatum’s trust, they would do it the right way; no secrets from each other. 

“I hope you don’t think its lame I called the crisis center to get advice.” Dewey smiled, pressing a hand on her lower-back as he led her to his cherry red Cadillac. “What? Were you expecting the cruiser? I’m taking this date serious. No bars. No cop cars. No fighting. No drunk kisses in the hall outside of Tatum’s bedroom.” his voice softened with a smile as he held the door open for her and then gently closed it once her legs were in. When he returned by her side, he closed his door and turned on the radio, playing the song ‘start a riot’ which was of course programmed. He liked to think of it as their song now. “While we’re on the topic of that kiss…I just want you to know I don’t regret it. And I didn’t mean for you to forget it happened. I felt guilty knowing you would have to keep it from Tatum… I was trying to be selfless? But then I realized it wasn’t selfless, it was selfish. I don’t want to be the kind of guy who kisses you and then doesn’t call…” a slow corny smirk lit up his face and he could do nothing to reel it in. “What I’m trying to say is, I like you… So here we are. And just because I made reservations doesn’t mean we have to stick to an itinerary. We could play it by ear? See a show? Go dancing… I kind of googled, like, best things to do on a first date…and those were the options? Honestly, you’re my first real date. Those conquests you’ve seen me with over the years? We shared less than nothing in common. That’s why it probably looked like I was a player…I just couldn’t seem to find the right girl. Maybe I should have just been looking closer to home?” his eyes shifted to her and then back to the road as they drove down the clear road. “What about you? What was your best date or your worst? Help me out here. Give me some tips so I don’t have to call the crisis center again. That Lenny guy freaked me out. ‘Are you suicidal?’ ‘Are you depressed?’ I wasn’t until he opened his mouth…” Dewey laughed, trying to lighten the mood but in doing so he placed his hand on her thigh and then pulled away after realizing he touched too much skin. He forgot she was wearing a dress even though he shouldn’t have, she looked gorgeous in it. 

"No," Sidney quietly shook her head with a smile. Dewey wasn't too much at all. He was utterly perfect but, Sidney refrained from saying so and instead reached out to smooth out the minor, small wrinkle she noticed along the sleeve of his jacket. "If this is casual, I'm curious to know what you do for formal," she teased. She expected something a little more lowkey, primarily because that's what she was used to. No one had ever gone this above and beyond for her and it wasn't like she didn't think Dewey could but out of all people, she never suspected that he would. The fact that he was even here at all, vying for a date with her was hard to believe in and of itself. A part of Sidney was waiting for someone, or maybe even, Dewey himself to pop out and say 'just kidding! this is all for show' but so far nothing. Regardless, it made her anxious. Enough to convince her to keep her guard up still. Which, wasn't anything personal against Dewey, it's just something she naturally did with everyone. Even Tatum though, Tatum was rare because Sidney trusted her with her life and her secrets, as well as all the embarrassing facts, tidbits, and info Tatum had on her. "Dinner, where?" In her own way, this was Sidney's way of showing her approval for Dewey's plans regarding the night ahead. 

"Not lame," Sidney assured him with a smile, right before she closed her legs and slipped into his cherry, red Cadillac, which Sidney noticed he rarely ever drove. It even looked like it was kept in mint condition and seemed more like an auto car show item than something Dewey cruised around in. Sidney wasn't even sure if any of Dewey's other past hookups or girlfriends had been in this same car. As she mulled it over, Sidney listened while Dewey insisted he was taking their date seriously. Was it a date? Most people nowadays just called it 'hanging out', the step before dating as two people assessed whether or not a relationship was in their future or in their best interests. At the last 'No more of this' that Dewey listed off, Sidney looked at him and pressed her lips tightly together in an attempt to keep from smiling. She really liked the last one, a lot. "I don't think you're one of those guys," Sidney insisted,while leaning over in her seat and gazing at the side of his face. Dewey already was proving that he wasn't like most guys she knew. Being older and more mature gave him an automatic advantage. "What?" Sidney then muttered, breathless. He liked her? Well, that was a surprise. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased. Though, her insides swelled up with a tsunami of butterflies. She could feel their wings flapping in her stomach, sending tingling sensations from her stomach down to her toes. Dewey was going to make her fall, hard. He might have already and Sidney knew it was dangerous. She also knew that what they were doing was wrong even though when it was just the two of them, it didn't feel wrong. It actually felt right. Like all the pieces of the puzzle had now finally fit and Sidney was whole again after so much loss and heartbreak. "Well," Sidney pursed her lips, trying to distract herself from swooning (it wasn't working), "If it makes you feel any better, for a first date you're nailing it. At least, so far. I guess those tips you got from the crisis center worked. You know, whoever helped you, is a genius." Sidney's lips then curved into a teasing smirk as she looked down at Dewey's hand on her thigh, rubbing the smooth, ivory skin with careful, sensitive strokes. His fingers were so gentle and sweet and felt extraordinarily good as they moved in circles and Sidney had to bite back a moan just so Dewey wouldn't know how easy it was to get to her. "Hey!" Sidney laughed, as the comment about Lenny registered. She playfully swatted Dewey's arm (gently and sweetly, of course) before she shook her head with more laughter. "I've never actually been on a real date either. I mean, the only person I've ever been with was Billy and we didn't really go on dates in high school. Unless you call hanging out at each other's houses or going to parties together, dates. Although, Randy's asked me out. And one time, I couldn't bring myself to say no again so I told him I'd meet him somewhere to hang out. We went to the arcade and he won me this stuffed raccoon. Not the cutest animal you've ever seen but it was cute enough. Then I let him take me out for milkshakes and surprisingly he knew my favorite was strawberry. After that, he walked me home and I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek but then he caught my lips instead and after that I pretty much avoided him." 

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@woodsborosheriff

The Choice (2016)

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tatumrvley:

“An older guy wow,” She shifted, the closest she got to doing a little dance at Sidney’s sudden change in type and and action. Every word out of her best friend’s mouth was the last one that she expected to hear, but considering their current situation maybe she should have expanded her horizons. “Well, it’s not really a one night stand if you just kissed—don’t feel too bad.” If he wasn’t even worth a name then Tatum was pretty certain that he wasn’t worth seeing again. “Just tell me you didn’t give him your number or anything.”

“Worse,” Sidney joked, if only to make light of the situation. It felt good to confide in Tatum like this, even if she couldn’t completely come out with the full, extensive truth. “He knows my name and where I live. When I say, I probably won’t see him again.. I mean, I shouldn’t. It’s complicated. So, I was ... kinda hoping, if you weren’t too sick of me, I could crash here, lay low with you? Or you can come stay with me. Keep me from falling off the wagon or doing anything else I might wish I hadn’t. If not, it’s totally cool. I’m sure, I could find other ways to strengthen the wards and keep my distance or try to. Though, if you’ve got any ideas, I’m all ears.”

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tatumrvley:

“Wait wait, screw the party.” There was nothing to report really, at least nothing that the two of them were going to find interesting tonight fighting two difference types of tired. “All it was was talking, I drank with Stu and then you know.” The text was surprisingly far reaching. “More important— you kissed someone? Who?” Her mind buzzes, but no one concrete sticks. “You can’t leave me hanging.”

At first, Sidney mistook Tatum’s ‘you know’ for something more in depth between her and Stu. But, if that had been the case, then Tatum would have likely divulged more, right? The topic of sex wasn’t all that taboo or embarrassing between them. In fact, when Sidney lost her virginity to Billy, she went to Tatum for pointers and advice first. Because no one else would have been more honest about the subject and these days you couldn’t exactly rely on the outdated tips you learned in sex ed. “Ohhhh,” Sidney dragged out the one-syllable word. The text. Sid didn’t want to dive into all of that any more than Tatum did at this hour, if ever. “He’s....” Dewey, she finished in her head. “Older. I don’t know. I’m probably not going to see him again.” The truth was, she definitely shouldn’t.

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@woodsborosheriff

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“Billy’s right, you know. Whenever he touches me, I just can’t relax.”

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woodsborosheriff:

“Harassing? What if he just wanted to be romantic?” Dewey countered her playful nudge with one of his own. He may have made a lot of mistakes concerning their exciting game of cat and mouse, but this wasn’t one of them. This was a step in the right direction, it had to be. He was stepping out of his comfort zone and doing something crazy and spontaneous; wasn’t that what it was all about? If you like someone, it’s up to you to do something about it; sometimes you can’t wait for the other to make a move, sometimes you gotta be the one to do that. And Dewey owed Sidney that; after all, she showed an interest in him since day one. Maybe if he would have played his cards right years ago, they could have been something by now…something more than just ‘friends’. However, it wasn’t until Dewey took her to the bar with him that one night that he finally saw her as more than just his kid sister’s best friend. He always thought she was pretty and he always enjoyed the idea of her having a crush on him but he never really went out of his way to let her know that. But now he was, because why the hell not? “Ask her out, huh? Sounds so simple.” Dewey chuckled, his voice soft and inviting; encouraging her to go on. He could tell she was smiling even without seeing her face; probably blushing too which he absolutely loved. That may have been one of his weaknesses when it came Sidney; those red cheeks of hers gave him that warm, fuzzy feeling people often sing about. “So a nice date, but without lookin’ like he’s trying too hard? So far, so good.” Dewey leaned back in his chair, a huge smile spread over his lips. “Hm. The bar isn’t a wise choice, huh? I hear some guys do that when they’re nervous. It helps with the nerves. It also helps with their confidence.” without that liquid courage, would Dewey have kissed her? Yesterday he would have said ‘no’ but after this morning he proved that not to be the case. He had nothing but a few sips of coffee in his stomach when he grabbed her by the cheeks and laid one on her mouth, and it was amazing; hot, wet, full of passion and excitement… he wanted to do it again. right now. “You gave me some good advice. I think you may have just saved my life.” At least his romantic life which was pretty non-existent until now. Dewey may have had girlfriends but they never worked out and he hasn’t been serious about anyone in years. “I’m picking you up tonight at 8:00 PM. Don’t keep me waiting, Sidney.” Dewey smiled even if she couldn’t see it before hanging up, greatly satisfied. 

Later that night, around 7:45 PM Dewey pulled up outside of the university in a car that didn’t have sheriff written on the side of it. It was a classic and he hardly drove it, but tonight was a special occasion. He figured if he was going to do this the right way, he would make it more personal and romantic. The other two times they hung out was inside of his work car and at a bar, which wasn’t exactly the smoothest first and second date. It was also quite possible that those weren’t considered dates at all? Which only made this one even more nerve-wracking because Dewey had never been on a real date. He just hoped this wasn’t all too much; the black suit and fancy dinner reservation. Maybe Sidney was more of a drive-in movie kind of girl? Maybe she preferred a diner? What if she thought he was trying too hard? She told him not to try too hard. Was this trying too hard? Fuck. Dewey paced back and forth outside her dorm room, wondering if he should knock or run away. Maybe he should have taken her to somewhere like Dave and Busters where they could eat and then play games? Or dancing? But he didn’t know how to dance. What about the beach? Or a show? “—What am I doing?” Dewey checked his watch, it was now 8:03 PM. He’d been wrestling with himself for 15 minutes. “Okay Christ.” Dewey knocked on her door, three raps and then he backed off. “Oh, shit. I should have brought her a flower.” he mumbled. 

“Not everything has to be so complicated,” Sidney teased over the phone. Though, didn’t it? If she had taken her own advice then she wouldn’t have pushed him away last night. And she wouldn’t have felt guilty for kissing him. But the fact of the matter was, they were complicated. They both loved and cared about Tatum and knew what their attraction would do to her. They wouldn’t just lose Tatum, Tatum would lose both of them. When Sidney allowed herself to sit back and analyze it rationally, she could understand why Tatum would be against the idea of her dating her brother. Even if they were to work out and Sidney could one day join the family officially, their friendship would never be the same. Instead of being attached at Tatum’s hip, she’d spend more time with Dewey. And after all the love and support Tatum’s shown her, Sidney owed it to Tatum to back off. She just wished she could tell her mouth and her heart that. Which didn’t seem to agree with her more rational, appease everyone but yourself side. “Exactly,” Sidney carried on, sitting forward in her chair while balancing her pen mindlessly between two fingers with a warm smile. “As if you need help feeling confident?” Sidney scoffed and laughed, just a little bit too loudly. Lenny, beside her, ended up glaring at Sidney from the other side of her cubicle. Now it was obvious that, the caller and Sidney knew each other and this call wasn’t work related, but personal. “Happy to help,” Sidney smiled, though it came off a bit nervous and a little bit more unsure because of the lurking eyes. She was prepared to tell Dewey she had to go when he stopped her before she could by telling her he’d be by at 8 to pick her up. “D---” Sidney almost said his name but then realized he was supposed to remain anonymous. And then by the time, she managed to recover, he hung up. “Well, now we know why the dude’s been calling and hanging up all afternoon.” Lenny smacked his own pen against the wall of his cubicle, “Personal phone calls on the job, tsk tsk, Prescott.” Sidney rolled her eyes, and then playfully made a grab for the pen in Lenny’s hand before tapping him against the forehead with it, “Mind your business. Also, your fly’s undone.” With a laugh, Sidney vanished to the opposite side of the room and left Lenny to grab the next call.

Work following Dewey’s invitation, had flown by pretty fast and Sidney found herself back at her dorm by six. She showered, dried her hair, and went through several different outfits before she finally settled on the right one. She wasn’t even sure Dewey was actually going to show. For all she knew, he could call and cancel last minute if he ended up getting a break in the case or if he just decided to be the grown up and pull the plug on whatever it was they were doing. She’d be disappointed and hurt sure, but in time, she’d thank him for having the strength to do what she was failing to. To her surprise, Dewey showed up, not only on time (ish) but in a black suit no less. Instantly, as Sidney greeted him at the door, she felt her breath get caught at the pure sight of him standing there, fidgeting as if his suit was making him itch or something else was. “Don’t you look,” Sidney paused to examine him up and down, “nice. What’s the occasion?” Her smile indicated she was only teasing him. However, she still waited for an answer.

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tatumrvley:

“Sid, you didn’t do anything wrong.” There’s something that’s bothering her best friend, and it’s pulling her closer and closer to being wide awake, to sitting up in bed and talking through Sidney’s thoughts until the sun was up and everything was okay again. “I love you most. Out of everyone.” And she meant it with as much conviction as she could muster in the time she’d been awake. “You’re my sister.” And there’s a silence somewhere in that sentence, strong and comforting, it’s the most powerful thing she can say. “If something was wrong, you know I would fix it for you, you know that—but I think sleep will help.”

“I kissed someone,” Sid admittted after a long, drawn out pause, as if the thought of that was so shameful and abhorring. To Tatum, it probably would be. But, she didn’t know the details  of it or who it was with. And Sidney didn’t have the strength to tell her. With another deep breath and a heavy sigh, Sidney released a teensy bit of the stress she’s been feeling lately. “I love you too.” It felt better somehow knowing that Tatum loved her most, out of everyone. Because she loved her too. And hearing Tatum refer to her as her ‘sister’ still was the icing on the cake. “You’re probably right. But first, tell me about the party? The good parts. Were there any?” 

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woodsborosheriff:

At Sidney’s all too quick one-worded response, Dewey felt the muscles in his face tighten to a smirk. He could tell she was letdown or at the very least, confused. Dewey couldn’t blame her because this was all very confusing. However, that didn’t mean he regretted kissing her and touching her. He could still faintly feel the heat in his palm from when he touched her waist, just below the hem of her shirt. He could also still feel the taste of her lip-gloss on his tongue from when he slowly entered her mouth and accepted the consequences of kissing his sister’s best friend. But had he, accepted the consequences? Not if he was going to stand here and tell Sidney to forget all about it. He was running and hiding and no self-respecting sheriff should ever do either one of those things. That was the old-Dewey way; timid and always pleasing others. He promised himself a long time ago he would never revert back to those days. It was why he put on all the muscle he had and inked his flesh with edgy tattoos. Dewey wasn’t that same gangly sixteen-year-old with light brown boyish hair and a tone that was always spoken softly. No one ever respected that Dewey, they thought he was too sensitive and was considered a pushover. But not anymore, he was different; darker, feistier and way more guarded. Kind of like Sidney, who put on her armor after her mother died. They were a lot alike in that way, hiding from the past, wanting to be stronger; not always for themselves but for other people.

“Hey,” Dewey pleaded as Sidney placed her full mug of coffee down before slipping into a thin leather jacket. She didn’t need it because it was hot out but last night it was chilly and since she was walking, she wore it to keep warm. It was always colder at night, even in the summer because the town was surrounded by a body of water. Sidney seemed to ignore him as she made her way out the front door but Dewey didn’t let too much time pass before he set his cup down and chased after her. “Hey, Sid!” Dewey caught her arm just before she could unlatch the gate surrounding their house. “Don’t forget this.” Just then, as soon as the words left his mouth, Dewey cupped her face in both his hands and pushed his mouth against hers. He kissed her desperately and with so much fervor that he felt his soul lifting from his body. The moment was incredibly hot but somewhat rushed as Dewey deliciously sucked on her sweet lips before pulling away with a quiet moan. “Don’t forget any of it.” Dewey whispered, licking his lips before turning back around to head for the house. He knew how it looked, like he was playing head games with her but, he wasn’t. Or at least, he didn’t mean to. A complexity he later tried to explain when he called the hotline where Sidney was volunteering. 

“Hey.” Dewey didn’t bother to disguise his voice, he tried the first six times when other volunteers picked up waiting to assist him with whatever troubles he was facing, but Dewey kept hanging up until he eventually got Sidney. Her voice couldn’t be missed, it was sweet like honey and beautiful like rain and it was everything he’s ever needed. “This is…Well, I’d like to remain anonymous.” Dewey asked, adjusting himself in the front seat of his cruiser. “Yeah, I could use your help. You see, there’s this girl. She’s…beautiful and courageous and I can’t stop thinking about her. You know, about us. But there isn’t an ‘us’, not yet. I have this sister and she would kill me for liking her best friend. But I can’t help myself and I don’t think she can either…What should I do about this? It’s keeping me awake at night. I mean…what would you do?”

Despite Dewey trying to stop her, Sidney wouldn't let him at first. Instead, she tried her best to filter out her name which he called out after her when she left and the screen porch door slammed shut behind her. A part of Sidney kept telling herself that if she just got far enough, she could duck down an alleyway and avoid Dewey from catching up to her to further humiliate her feelings. Which, she knew she shouldn't even have? She felt guilty enough last night when she fell into Tatum's bed. She even cried and dug up old memories of her mother just to punish herself. Dewey was off limits. It was that simple. It was always easier for her crush to remain unrequited than to face the fact that he might actually like her, too. Because if he did like her, they still couldn't do anything about it. "Dewey, enough," Sidney sighed, prior to feeling him latch onto her arm and spin her body around. If it weren't for Dewey catching her in them afterwards, Sidney might've lost her balance and fell flat on her face. Confused, Sidney gave Dewey a look that read 'what are you doing?' and looked a little more helpless than bitter or angry. He answered her question by cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips against hers again. He must've not cared or been thinking clearly, because if Tatum wanted to, she could look out the window and catch them with their mouths glued to each other and there would be no explaining that. But, Sidney wasn't thinking about that either. She was thinking about Dewey's lips and how they felt softer and more urgent this time against her own, like he was trying to spell out whatever he couldn't say on her lips while hoping she dissolved their meanings. Something did dissolve on her lips of course, but it wasn't his words spoken against her lips, it was Sidney's willpower to walk away. She couldn't move for a few seconds afterwards, as her fingers touched her lips after he went away. By the time she looked up again, Dewey had vanished back inside and Sidney eventually turned back around to keep on walking home.  Hours later, Sidney's mind was still reeling from Dewey's kiss, even as she showed up for her shift at the crisis center. Sidney had only been there for five minutes when a call came through and the person in the cubicle next to her answered with a loud sigh. "Ugh," Sidney heard them groan. "What? Another crank call?" She asked. Lenny, (that was his name) and the guy in the cubicle next to her, shook his head and asked Sidney to take over because apparently the same guy kept calling over and over and every time, he would hang up. "Ah gotcha," Sidney shook her own head and laughed before taking the call on instead, "Hello, crisis center. How may I assist you?" As soon as the voice on the other end started talking, Sidney felt her knees press together under her desk and her heart clench in her chest. It was Dewey. "You don't have to give your name," Sidney insisted to the "caller", while acting as if she was simply talking to one of the many strangers who reached out to them. Lenny seemed interested in her conversation based on the fact that Sidney somehow managed to get past the initial hello's with this frequent caller guy. "Okay..." Sidney responded, while shifting in her chair, "What do you need help with?" As Dewey explained, Sidney tried to bite back the smile that threatened to spread across her face because she knew Lenny was watching. "Well, for starters," Sidney smirked, toying with a pen she had in her hand to take notes, "I wouldn't harass this girl at work. Especially when she's tight with the sheriff. Or at least, her best friend is." Sidney would have laughed to herself but decided it would make her look more suspicious. "After that...." Sidney pursed her lips and rolled her eyes over the phone at Lenny to make it seem like the person was a crazy, stalker stranger and not Dewey. "I don't know," she shrugged, "You could ask her out. Plan for something sweet but casual so it looks like you care but you're not trying too hard. Definitely, don't take her to another bar, that's for sure. Not unless your whole goal is to butcher her liver." Sidney right away realized that the term 'butcher' was in poor taste and she cringed to herself, "If that doesn't work, you could always kiss her again. It seems she really likes that." Sidney's lips then curved into an amused smile as she turned away from Lenny and hid her expression behind the walls of her own cubicle. So, Dewey was a good kisser? Sue her.