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One of These Days, 2 alternative endings

In reaction to the comments received on One of These Days, I wrote two alternate endings. These were originally posted in reaction to comments received that said Marcus needed to grow a pair or had to 'man up' because it's meant to be.




Imagine being Marcus Flint, sitting at a wonky table in an overcrowded pub, watching the girl that has been the subject of all your dreams and fantasies for the past few months. Deep down, you know it’s silly. You don’t know her, not really, but she seems to be everywhere you are, fuelling this intense longing that burns inside your chest. You also know that even fantasising about her is punching above your weight. Girls like her, kind and sweet and almost innocent like, rarely if never look in your direction. Not when there are other men available.

Men like Lee Jordan, whose hands are on her as they dance closely like some kind of foreplay.

That man could have been you, you realise. If only you’d acted sooner, talked to her sooner, bought her a drink maybe. You curse yourself for not taking a chance, show your interest in. You know that being rejected would be better than wondering about the ‘ifs’ and ‘maybes’.

Then, suddenly, the universe seems to give you another opportunity to make right what has gone wrong. You see Katie detangle herself from Jordan’s arms, saying something to him and her friends as she points in a direction.

The toilets. And by the looks of it, she’d heading there on her own.

This is your second chance and you know you can’t blow it. So, you quickly get up and follow her, impatiently pushing the patrons aside who dare to block your path. Your heart beats so fast you fear that it might burst out your chest, but it won’t hold you back. Not now.

To your great surprise, the toilet area is deserted. All you can hope is that the witches’ loo will be so as well. You swallow hard as you slowly push the door open, hoping and praying that you’ll catch her alone.

You do.

What you see surpasses your wildest dreams. Katie is standing there, leaning against the sink as if she’s waiting for someone. There is no trace of fear or outrage about you being there. In fact, as soon as she lays eyes on you, she smiles and beckons you closer.

You do as she orders because what else are you supposed to do?

She pushes herself off against the sink and meets you halfway. When she lays her hand on your cheek, you’re sure that you must be dreaming. So you decide that if this is a dream, you don’t want to wake up just yet. You close your eyes and lean into her touch.

Then she speaks to you, and in that moment you’re glad that you took that second chance the universe gave you.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”



Imagine being Marcus Flint, sitting at a wonky table in an overcrowded pub, watching the girl that has been the subject of all your dreams and fantasies for the past few months. Deep down, you know it’s silly. You don’t know her, not really, but she seems to be everywhere you are, fuelling this intense longing that burns inside your chest. You also know that even fantasising about her is punching above your weight. Girls like her, kind and sweet and almost innocent like, rarely if never look in your direction. Not when there are other men available.

Men like Lee Jordan, whose hands are on her as they dance closely like some kind of foreplay.

That man could have been you, you realise. If only you’d acted sooner, talked to her sooner, bought her a drink maybe. You curse yourself for not taking a chance, show your interest in. You know that being rejected would be better than wondering about the ‘ifs’ and ‘maybes’.

Dejected, you stare into your near-empty glass, debating whether to head over to the bar and order a refill or just accept your loss and go home.

Suddenly, the music stops and the crowd around you goes silent. Curious to what’s going on, you look up, and you immediately wished that you had not.

Katie is there, standing in the middle of a half circle. She has her hands clasped over her mouth and her eyes are as wide as saucers as she looks down on the man before her. Jordan’s gone down on one knee, smiling up broadly at her. He holds a small box. Even from where you’re sitting, you can see the diamond on the rings. It glistens in the dim light, mockingly so almost.

You know what her answers is going to be before she says it. You decide that you can’t wait for it. And by the time she says ‘yes’ you’re already outside, the cold wind washing over you.

As you trudge home with your fists deep in your pockets and head cast down, just one thing runs through your mind over and over again.

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

Not for you, anyway.
Tags: alternate endings, katie bell/marcus flint
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