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Bluebird summer deleted scene

I wrote this AGES ago and said I was gonna use it for bluebird summer but never did lol

Shane’s heart fluttered from across the bar, looking at the cute farmer he’d been fawning after like a twitterpated bird. Their confident but humble demeanor had immediately caught Shane’s attention, and his heart. He’d always had a bit of a thing for humble, soft-looking people, and this farmer was no different. He didn’t care if he was very obviously staring at them from across the bar with round eyes, in a drunken, lovey stupor. He hated to admit it, but he wanted to stare. He wanted to look at them until they left, or until he melted into nothing but a pile of love-mush.

“Sha-ne,” Emily said in a teasing tone. “Someone can’t help but stare at the sexy new farmer, hm?”

Shane put down his beer, turning his gaze from the farmer to Emily. “Sexy new farmer? I wouldn’t call them sexy…”

“Yeah, but you’ve still been eyeing them up and down,” Emily joked. “And you only drink twice a week. Only when theygo to the bar, and only when theybuy you a beer.”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to go sober… I should tell them to stop buying me this stuff.” He looked to his empty glass. “But it makes me feel less bad about staring.”
“Just go and ask them out!” Emily encouraged.

“They would never like a loser like me,” Shane argued.

“Shane, we’ve been best friends since we were three. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

Shane paused. “No.”

Emily sighed. “I’ll buy you a pizza.”

Shane smiled. “You know it doesn’t take much to motivate me, Emily.”

“Well, I mean, a partner and pizza is a pretty sweet two in one deal. Now go get ‘em.”

Shane decided he’d rather take his time, and waited until the next day to make any decisions. He didn’t want to be drunk when he asked them to be his partner, and wanted to really give himself some time to think and mull over the decision before he made it. He liked the farmer, and that much was undeniable. But did he really like them enough to possibly ruin any chance at friendship? He wanted to be friends with the farmer as well as the one that would hear all their darkest secrets, their deepest desires, and the one that kept them warm in bed at night. The former was good, but Shane found his heart pounding further thinking about the latter. He wanted that stupid farmer. Thinking about them brought him a great joy that nothing else seemed to replicate, the fuzzies in his heart that warmed him up like cocoa on a cold day.

He went to work that day, like usual, but noticed his mind wandering unusually. Even Sam’s singing while sweeping the floors didn’t distract Shane from the pit of nervousness in his stomach. What if the farmer didn’t like him… at all? What if they said no? What if they said yes, only for the farmer to be a horrible person that tried to hurt him in every possible way? He shook uncontrollably, the thought bringing back terrible memories, one he’d rather not remember. Ones that were best forgotten. That was when the doubt started to settle in. Maybe he shouldn’t do it at all. Maybe he wasn’t ready for another relationship yet. He should just wait until he was more ready. Maybe until Jas was older, actually. When she would be ready for that kind of change in her life…

“Shane, what’s up with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Sam poked him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts and distracting him from his distraction. “Are you feeling okay?”

Sam reached out to feel Shane’s forehead for a temperature, but Shane quickly pulled away. “Yeah, Sam, I’m not sick! Just a bit… well, I’m just dealing with my emotions.”

“In a JojaMart?”

“Sometimes, I need to deal with them when they come up,” he explained.

“Well, what’s wrong?”
Shane was about to reply with none of your business when he realized an open ear might be beneficial. “I’m just nervous. There’s this dude I like, but I’m worried that, whether they like me or not, they’re going to end up hurting me. I’m so used to being hurt when it comes to things like this… I’m not sure if I should trust them.”

“Oh, I see.” Sam nodded. “If they hurt you, I’ll just punch them in the mouth.”
Shane jumped a little. “Yoba, Sam, don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“Well, if you’re not here to stock the shelves, who will be?” Sam seemed a little sad at the thought. “You should just go get a bouquet from Pierre’s, ask them on a nice date, and if they say no? Then that’s their problem, because you’re great. And if they say yes, and they end up being a total jerk? Also their problem.” Sam dipped his mop in a bucket of soapy water and passionately mopped the floor. “Things could also just go totally okay, though. But things aren’t going to go okay if you don’t give it a shot.”