A/N: Here's the 2nd part of this two-shot. I'd like to thank Maeke for giving me the idea for "Can't Have You" by the Jonas Brothers. I got an overwhelming amount of messages and reviews wanting there to be a happy ending, so here it is. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own La Jolla Village Florists or Mitchie's supposed address.

Can't Have You

Four Days Later...

The circles beneath my eyes now resemble that of the rings on a tree's bark. The only difference being that the rings on a tree reveal their time alive, where as the circles under my eyes reveal my time dead. Dead to touch. Dead to sound. Dead to sight. Dead to smell. Dead to everything around me. I'm dying. And there's nothing I can do to stop it. Because I started it all. And I don't know how to end it. I'm dying. Without her love, without her presence in my life, death is the only possible outcome, because without her; why would I want to live?

This revelation has deprived me from sleep. Because if I fall asleep, is there any sure sign that I'll wake up?

I never wanted to die in my sleep.

I never wanted to die in my sleep.

I never wanted to die in my sleep.

I wanted to die in her arms, with her arms around me, with her hand on my chest, with her body holding me up. I wanted her scent to be the last smell that ran through my senses. I wanted her voice to be the last noise I heard. I wanted her face to be the last vision I saw. I wanted the last things that happened to be the best, prettiest, most gorgeous things in the world, so that when I left, I knew how much I was missing.

But here I am now. Alone.

I broke her heart... And I don't deserve to be the one to put it back together. I don't deserve her.

My eyes, slowly begin to close until I can only partially see through the slits I have made. With my current view, an object of only light comes before me. And it's her. She came for me. My eyes open and I scramble towards the black wall in front of me, reaching for her. It wasn't until I felt the sheet rock upon my hands and not her skin that I knew it was a hallucination, that I was only dreaming. And with this sad, sad, realization, I began to pound on the wall and sink to the floor.

This is pathetic. I am pathetic. I am crying on my floor. Alone.

Then it hit me. I hadn't cried this hard since my mom died. And now, they were both gone. My two reasons for living were out of my life. I thought that I couldn't make it when my mom first died, but then there she was. My princess. The one person that would talk with me for hours just to get my mom off my mind. She saved me. But now she was gone.

Who would save me now?

I needed to be saved. I needed someone to come through my door. I needed to hear them tell me that it would be alright. I needed them to pull me up off the floor and yell at me for my stupidity. I needed to be woken up out of this daze.

But no one came; I was alone.

After a few more hours of just sitting there crying, I heard her voice. My mom. It was her, plain and clear. 'You need her. She'll save you. Go.' These words were repeated multiple times in my head, getting louder each time, until the voice didn't sound like my mother's, but instead, sounded like my own. My head snapped up from my knees and my eyes shot open, only to find my own mouth speaking the words I thought to be my mother's. I was going crazy. Was my mother really talking to me? Or was I trying to convince myself that she was? Either way, I knew what I had to do.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and raced downstairs before quickly pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling: 'I'm heading to California. I'll call you when I get there. You know why I'm going, so don't worry.' I then sprinted out of my house and drove as fast as I could to the airport.

After parking my car and running inside I reached the front desk, "I need your soonest flight to San Diego." I said, exasperated, to the lady behind the desk.

"It leaves in 10 minutes."

"Okay, then I need a ticket." I replied, trying to get her to hurry up.

"I don't think you'll be able to make it."

"And the more time you spend not giving me one, the less time I have. Please."

"It will be..."

"I don't care, here's my card." I said, practically throwing it at her.

She quickly scanned it and printed off my ticket before handing it to me, "Have a good flight, sir."

As she placed it in my hand though, I was off, the only response I coming out of my mouth being, "Yeah, yeah, you too."

Reaching the gate in record time, I thrust my ticket towards the lady taking them and rushed to the plane to find my seat.

The words to describe the way I felt sitting down on the plane wouldn't be able to explain how much adrenaline flowed through my bones. A few minutes later, when the plane took off from the runway and into the sky, I knew that I was saved. That in a few short hours, everything would be okay. Still not being able to sleep, I began to think and that's when I realized that I had forgotten to pack any clothes, causing me to be stuck in the clothes I was in the last time I talked to her. Great. Soon my mind drifted to what I was going to say. I tried to form the words in my head, but it was as though nothing worked, that my words would never be enough for her; because of her perfection, because I knew that I still didn't deserve her, because she could find someone so much better than me, because when I saw her, my breath would be taken away and any words I planned wouldn't be able to come out.

My flight landed 6 and a half hours later and I knew that I needed to make one quick stop before going to find her. I sprinted out towards the passenger pick-up and hailed a taxi, before quickly getting inside.

"Where can I take you today, sir?" the elderly cab driver asked me.

"I have one stop to make before you officially drop me off. Will that be okay?"

"I have no arranged stops today, so that should work just fine."

"Okay, thank you. Could you drive me to La Jolla Village Florists?"

"I know exactly where that is." he replied, before pulling away, "So, what are you doing in San Diego?"

"I broke the most amazing girl in world's heart and so I flew down to come and try to make it up to her."

"Where did you fly from?"

"Newark."

"New Jersey?"

"Yes, sir. That's the one."

"Take it from me, son. I think you already surpassed half the guys in the world."

"I hope so."

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you two?"

"I turned 18 in August and she'll be 18 this summer."

"Young love. There's nothing better."

"You're telling me." I ended. A comfortable silence filled the cab until we pulled up to the florist. "I'll be right back."

"Take your time."

I walked inside up to the counter and rang the bell.

"How may I help you?" A lady asked, coming out from the back.

"I need a bouquet of a bunch of different flowers."

"Okay, what kind?"

"Let's see. Daffodils, Forget-me-nots, orchids, red roses and red rosebuds. How long do you think that will take?"

"About an hour."

"If you do it in 10 minutes, I'll give you an extra $100."

"We have other orders that we need to..."

"$200."

"Sir, your money won't..."

"$500."

"We can't push..."

"Ma'am, I will pay any amount in the world to get these to her as soon as I can."

This caused the florist, to go to the back and talk to her other store clerk before returning to talk to me, "I think we can get them out in 15 minutes."

"Okay. That's better. How much will it be?"

"$45."

"Here's $200."

"I can't take that."

"Yes, you can. Take it as an apology for being rude. I'm just very impatient and need to see her as soon as I can."

"These are for someone really special, aren't they?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"She's a lucky girl, having a guy that would go to such lengths just for flowers." she said, before going behind the curtain to make my arrangement.

"I'm the lucky one..." I whispered, no one being able to hear my words. I walked over to the couches at the front of the store and sat down. Every time I sat down though, sleepiness took over, but sleep wasn't an option. I needed to stay awake, or who knew what would happen.

"Here you are." the florist said coming out from the back about 10 minutes later.

"These are amazing. Thank you."

"No problem. Good luck."

"Thank you." I repeated, before leaving the store and going back to the cab.

"How did that go?" my cab driver asked, when I got settled into the car.

"Alright. I need to go to 505 E. Forest Ln., now."

"I'm guessing that's her house."

"Yes, sir. It is." I stopped, taking a short pause before continuing, "I have a question for you."

"What would that be?"

"I just don't know how I'm going to get her back. I royally screwed up."

"I'm sure she feels the exact same way."

"But she has no reason to. I'm the one that caused her to say what she did."

"Sometimes even if they've done nothing wrong, the make themselves believe it's all their fault."

"I just don't know what I'm going to say."

"I remember the night I proposed to my wife. I was so nervous that I felt as though I was going to pass out. I practiced and practiced what I was going to say, but when I got there, I forgot what I had planned. All I can remember is her saying 'Yes'. I remember a few years ago, we were talking about our engagement night and she can't remember saying 'Yes'. So I don't think you need to plan out what you say, because you won't be able to remember. All that matters is that the one you love is in front of you. The words you say to her won't matter, all she'll remember is being there and it being the day you came back for her. And I promise that will be enough." he finished, while pulling up to her house.

"Thank you so much, sir. How much will it be?"

"It's on the house."

"There's no way I could do that."

"You deserve it, my boy."

"Well then thank you, sir."

"The name's Carter." he said, sticking out his hand to shake it.

"Shane." I replied, "Thank you again."

"You're welcome. Good Luck." he said, before I shut the door and made the trek up to her front porch.

Standing in front of her large mahogany doors, my heart began to beat out of my chest and my palms began to sweat. I took one large deep breath, before knocking on the door.

"How can I help..." Mrs. Torres said, while opening the door before stopping, "Shane..."
"Hello ma'am. I'm sorry for not getting you any flowers." I said, quickly looking at the bouquet and finding a daffodil, before pulling it out and giving it to her, "I was wondering if she was home."

"She's up in her room." she replied, still in shock that I was here, but ushered me inside.

"How has she been?" I asked, not wanting to know the answer.

"Not so good." she replied, looking towards the floor.

"I'm planning on fixing that, Mrs. Torres." I said, walking towards her and placing my hand on her shoulder, "Can I go upstairs?"

"Of course you can, Shane. Good luck."

"Thank you." I replied, before running up the steps and knocking on her bedroom door. I heard from a distance 'Come in.', meaning she was probably in her bathroom, but I listened and came in, finding her bathroom door shut. I walked over to it and knocked.

"What do you want, mom? I'll be out in a second." she yelled, obviously upset. Not wanting to piss her off more, I quietly went and sat on her bed, waiting.

A few minutes later, she walked out of her bathroom, and started walking towards her closet which was in the opposite direction of the bed, causing her back to be facing me. "So, what did you want?"

This is was my time to shine. I placed the flowers on her bedside table and walked up behind her, covered her eyes and whispered in her ear, "I wanted to give my one and only the biggest surprise of her life."

"Shane!" she jumped, turning around and hugging me tightly.

She was in my arms once again and I tried to remember everything about her that I had missed so much. Her presence became overwhelming and tears slowly started cascading down my face, because she was with me, I wouldn't ever be without her again. Never again alone.

She pulled away from the hug and it was the first time I saw her. Even with the tears ruining her mascara, her hair being pulled into a messy bun and clothes that seemed way too dirty to have only been worn one day, she was smiling her toothy grin and she looked as gorgeous as ever. I wanted to say something, but words just couldn't come to me.

Noticing this, she looked at me, up and down and then looked back into my eyes and said, "You look like shit."

I laughed and brought her in for a kiss. Her lips crashed against mine and she lightly sighed as we met. I put my right hand against her cheek and her arms laced behind my neck, bringing us closer together. I slid my left hand to her lower back and held her where she should always be, with me. I grazed my tongue on her bottom lip, asking for access. She gladly obliged, as my tongue entered her mouth, both of us wanting to empty our sadness into each other, hoping that the other could make it all okay.

I pulled away after a few more minutes and looked back into her eyes, "I missed you, baby."

"I missed you too." she said, still holding onto the back of my neck.

"I'd love to just stand here and hold you, but I came here for another reason."

"What?"

"We still have to talk this out..."

It was with those words that she dropped her hands and walked away. It was as though she had forgotten about the fight, about the words we said to each other.

Continuing, I began, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much you wanted us to go to college together after high school and it was all my fault that you said the things you did. If I hadn't pushed you into a corner about the whole thing, you wouldn't have had to respond. I realized over the past 4 days that I was a fool. The whole thing was foolish and I want to go to college with you. I want to be with you forever and me even thinking that I would be able to spend 4 more years away from you without going crazy was insane, because you're my everything and more..." I stopped, looking at her across the room, her eyes just staring a hole through me. I slowly walked towards her and when I was in front of her, I tucked a lone strand of hair on her face behind her ear, causing her to turn away and walk back towards her closet.

"What more do you want me to say?" I asked, rather loudly.

"I don't know..." she whispered.

"What?"

"I don't know! Okay?" she yelled, turning to face me. "I didn't expect you to show up here! I didn't think you were going to come and get me, especially after you hung up on me and then never called me back! I'm not just going to forgive you because you never let me explain myself. I know that what I did was wrong, but you wouldn't even let me explain why I said what I did. Instead you hung up on me, you hung up on me! When I heard that dial tone, something inside of me broke." She stopped suddenly, and walked over to her wall, slowly sinking down it until she reached to floor.

Walking towards her I replied, "I'm sorry for breaking your heart."

"Shane, it didn't just break. It shattered. Into a million pieces and I don't know where the hell half of them are! When I said what I did, I just wanted you to feel as hurt as I did. Because I felt as though you didn't want to be with me and that killed me inside. I thought you'd be mad at me, but I thought you'd realize how much it hurt that you said what you did. I never thought that you'd hang up on me. I never thought that you would really say those words to me and then just go, leaving me to pick up all the pieces."

I crouched down next to her, "I'm so sorry that I put you through that much pain and as soon as I hung up the phone, I knew I had made a mistake, but I didn't know how or where to start. I'm sorry it took me four days to compose myself and know what I needed to do. But as soon as I knew, I flew out here because I knew that I couldn't let the only girl I'd want to spend the rest of my life with walk out of my life."

"I don't know if I can believe what you're saying. You left me once, what's to say that you won't do it again." she said, looking up into my eyes, begging for a good answer.

Sitting on the ground next to her, I laced my fingers in hers and leaned my head against her wall, before looking into her eyes and continuing, "I will do anything for you and I will give anything and everything to make you happy, to prove to you that what I'm saying isn't bullshit, that I'm an idiot for hanging up on you and not letting you explain. I'm hopelessly and completely in love with you and I'm planning on never letting you go."

I then leaned forward and gave her a light kiss before pulling away again.

"Thank you for apologizing." she said, "But now it's my turn. I want to take back everything I said, I was being selfish and I had no right to talk about your mother that way. I would love to go to the same college as you, but if that doesn't work out, it will be okay. I know that we're strong enough to make it through anything. I'm so sorry for causing you as much pain as I did and you have no idea how amazing I think you are for coming back for me." she then paused and glanced down quickly, before looking back up and biting her bottom lip, "Am I forgiven?"

"You were forgiven the second I saw you." I said, bringing her in for one more kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." she replied, kissing me on the cheek.

"Oh, I almost forgot." I said, standing up and running towards her nightstand. "Here's a bouquet of flowers for you."

"That's so sweet..." she replied, coming over and tracing her fingers on the petals of the rose.

"Do you like them?" I said, grabbing both her hands and lacing them with mine.

"I love them."

"Good answer. I spent 200 dollars on them."

"What?"

"It's a long story. I needed to see you as soon as I could and they were going to take like an hour, so I paid them off for them to hurry up."

That's when she giggled. Yep, she giggled my giggle. The giggle that I know will be there throughout my life time, because I'm never going to let her go again.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I needed to see you and I know that you love flowers. They were a necessity."

"I would've been fine with just you."

"Thank you, babe." I said, bringing her into a hug.

While we were hugging, she said, "So, why do you look like you haven't slept in years?"

"Because I haven't slept in four days."

"Well, why not?"

"If I tell you, you won't laugh right?"

"Of course not."

"I didn't want to fall asleep because without knowing that you were in my life, I felt like I was going to die. I've had this fear of dying in my sleep since my mother died because that's how she died and she never got to say goodbye to anyone. I didn't want to have to say goodbye to you and unless you were in my life, I didn't want to even have the possibility of me dying to be in the picture, because I want you with me when my time comes."

"That might be the sweetest thing, you have ever said to me."

"I mean every word. I don't want anyone in my life but you."

"What if I hadn't accepted your apology'?"

"Thank the lord that didn't happen, but if you had said 'No.' I think I might have to be alone the rest of my life."

"Why in the world would you do that?"

I linked my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me, so that her face was just centimeters away from my own and whispered, "Because I'd rather just be alone, if I know that I Can't Have You."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this story and if you did, I would greatly appreciate to hear from you. So, drop me a review. Also, if you liked this story, I'd hope that you would go and check out some of my other one-shots. Thank you for reading! I greatly appreciate it.