Dean Portman sat by himself in the locker room with only his thoughts to keep him company. The rest of the team had already left to have fun before they had to be in bed for their game the next day. Dean was depressed and no one on the team had any clue, not even Coach Bombay. He kept his feelings very well hidden with his bad boy image and hard attitude. He was depressed because he was lonely. Sure, he had friends, but he missed being able to have a girlfriend. Bombay said having a girlfriend would interfere with his potential hockey career.
"Portman, what're you doin?" his best friend Fulton called as he walked into the locker room.
"Nothin," Dean quickly replied, standing and putting his leather jacket on.
"Well come on, let's go pick up some chicks," Fulton said happily. Dean laughed and followed him out, hoping he didn't meet a girl he liked because Bombay would get in the way like he always did.
"Where shall we dine?" Fulton joked as he and Dean walked through downtown L.A. Dean laughed as he looked around the crowded tables of an outdoor restaurant. He spotted two very pretty girls sitting together, joking and laughing.
"Fulton," Dean said, smacking Fulton's arm.
"What?"
"Check it out," Dean said, motioning toward the girls. Fulton checked them out before making the decision to go talk to them. They headed for the table and stood before the girls.
"Hi," Fulton interrupted their conversation.
"Hello," the girl on the right said. Dean looked at her and almost couldn't believe the beauty sitting in front of him.
The girl was beautiful. She had long, thin, white-blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing large-hoop earrings that appeared to be bigger than her ears, two or three rings on each finger, and a sterling silver necklace with a very tiny cross of diamonds. She had a black sweater on with holes at the end of the sleeves for her thumbs to fit through and a black skirt.
The girls invited Dean and Fulton to join them and they were quick to accept. They pulled up two chairs and sat in front of the two stunning beauties.
"I'm Diamond and this is my friend Michelle," the blonde that caught Dean's eye said.
"I'm Dean and this is Fulton."
"Wait a minute, I know you guys from somewhere," Diamond said. Fulton and Dean looked at her.
"Team U.S.A Hockey maybe," Fulton said matter-of-factly.
"Wow, you guys are really good," Michelle said, looking at Fulton.
After about twenty minutes of making small talk, Diamond and Dean decided to go get some ice cream. They walked for a while, still talking when they came to the ice cream parlor.
"What're you gettin?" Diamond asked, leaning on the counter.
"Nothin, I'm broke," Dean said a little embarrassed. He'd just recently purchased a brand new leather jacket that left his wallet empty.
"Well what do you want? I'll get it for you," she offered.
"No, I can't do that."
"Yes you can," Diamond insisted. "Now tell me what you want or I'll decide for you."
"Chocolate and vanilla swirl," he said quickly. Diamond laughed as she ordered his swirl and a strawberry cone for herself.
"So, how's the hockey life workin out for ya?" she asked as they started walking.
"It's alright. I mean, I love hockey, but it gets hard sometimes," Dean answered.
"How does it get hard? You're a celebrity!" Diamond exclaimed. Dean chuckled.
"It just does," he answered. "What about you? What do you do?" he asked, looking at her. He changed the subject intentionally because he didn't want to talk about that anymore than she did.
"I'm a performer," she replied, smiling.
"What kinda performer?"
"Well, I play the piano and I sing."
"You sing?" Dean asked.
"I do."
"Sing somethin."
"Are you crazy?!" Diamond laughed, nudging his arm with her elbow. "I'm not singin here!"
"Why not?!" Dean asked also laughing.
"Cuz I just can't," she answered, looking at him with her beautiful green eyes.
"Well, do you sing anywhere so I can see you sometime?" Dean asked, stopping. Diamond looked at him and stopped beside him.
"Can I see one of your games sometime?" she asked playfully. Dean smiled, rolled his eyes, and nodded.
"Ok, I'll make you a deal," he said, pointing his ice cream cone at her. "If I get to see you sing, you can come to one of our games."
"Just one?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Well how many times do I get to see you sing?" he asked. Diamond lowered her head, smiling, but maintaining eye contact with Dean.
"Game first then one of my shows," she said. Dean thought about it for a minute.
"Ok, deal," he agreed. At that moment, Fulton and Michelle came running up to them, laughing and, in Michelle's case, screaming.
"We just egged a police car," Fulton laughed. He and Dean cheered together as they high-fived. Police sirens were heard around the corner. The four looked at each other before running down the sidewalk and into an alleyway.
"Fulton you idiot, if you get arrested you'll be benched for the rest of year," Dean said, smacking Fulton on the back of his head. Just as they were about to fight, Michelle's alarm on her watch went off. She looked at the time and looked at everyone else.
"12:30," she said. "Curfew." Dean let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.
"This is wonderful," he said. "We're an hour away from the dorm!"
"Oh calm down," Diamond interrupted. "You guys can stay at our place until 6 when curfew's over." Dean and Fulton looked at her.
"Are you serious?" Dean asked. Diamond smiled and nodded. Fulton and Dean agreed and they headed down all the alleys and back roads to Diamond and Michelle's apartment.
"Can you guys walk a little faster?" Diamond asked with a slight bit of attitude.
"We've been walking for an hour! You live like 80,000 miles away!" Dean whined.
"Shut up! You play hockey and you're whining about having to walk two miles," Michelle said.
"Would you guys both shut the hell up," Diamond said. "This is our road."
"Thank you," Dean said irritably. They walked down to the very last apartment at the end of the road.
"It had to be the last house," Dean continued to complain.
"Will you shut up!" Fulton exclaimed. Dean looked at him wide-eyed and the girls giggled. Sirens were heard again. They ran to the porch just as the cops pulled up. The driver and passenger of the cop car got out, adjusted their hats, and headed up the walk.
"Is there gonna be a problem, Officer?" Dean asked, again becoming irritated. He hated cops.
"Son, do you know who I am?" the cop questioned. Dean looked at his nametag then to the star-shaped badge below it.
"Sheriff Gates?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and making his attitude known.
"What's your name, son?" Gates asked.
"I'm not your son," Dean said coldly.
"I'm sorry, Officer, you'll have to excuse my brother," Diamond said. Michelle and Fulton smiled; Diamond was covering for them. She just hoped the cops didn't watch hockey.
"This is your brother?" Gates asked.
"Yes sir."
"Who's he?" Gates asked, motioning toward Fulton.
"Michelle's cousin," Diamond was quick to answer before anyone else came up with a bogus answer.
"Alright, you're gettin off for this one, Diamond," Gates said.
"Thank you," Diamond breathed, gripping the lower portion of Dean's leather jacket and pulling him toward the door. She saw the look in his eye that said he was going to hurt the cop in some way then get arrested. They headed inside and shut the door.
"I hate that guy," Diamond said.
"That makes two of us," Dean said, ripping his jacket off and throwing it on the couch.
"Calm down, he likes goin after everyone," Michelle said.
"So," Fulton started, setting his jacket on the chair. "What to do."
"I'll be right back," Diamond said, walking out the backdoor.
"Where she goin?" Dean asked.
"To the greenhouse to play her piano," Michelle answered, grabbing his jacket.
"Why does she have a piano in the greenhouse?"
"Because she likes to play in the rain," Michelle joked. "Here," she offered his jacket. "Take this to her, it's cold." Dean took the jacket from her and headed outside. He stood in the doorway as he stared at the beautiful sight in front him.
Diamond was sitting at the black piano with her fingers resting comfortably on the black and white keys. Her eyes were closed and a lazy smiled claimed her lips. She thought about the song before actually starting it. She had to feel what she was doing before she could play.
"I keep on fallin... in..." she sang the Alicia Keys song 'Fallin'. "In love... with you."
As the song gracefully continued, Diamond's singing and the way her fingers glided over the keys hypnotized Dean. She was amazing... she was the exact opposite of Dean.
"How do ya gimme so much pleasure, cause me so much pain," Diamond sang, completely unaware that she had an audience. Her head swayed to the music slowly at first then faster and faster. She played the last few chords and let her fingers slide off the keys into her lap. There was applause from behind her and she jumped to see who it was. She smiled and relaxed when it turned out to be Dean.
"Sorry," he said, approaching her and laying the jacket on her shoulders.
"Thanks," she said, putting her arms through the sleeves. "Even in a sweater it gets cold."
"That was amazing," Dean said, obviously talking about her playing.
"Not my best, but I think I can live with amazing," she joked. They laughed as she invited him to sit next to her.
"Do you play?" she asked.
"Not at all," was the answer. "Everything on a piano looks Greek to me."
"Oh that's right," Diamond said. "You're the big tough guy. Heavy metal, ripped jeans, and leather jackets, right?"
"That's me," Dean laughed.
"I like that," Diamond said, looking at him.
"What?"
"The fact that you didn't lie about who you are."
"Why would I do that?" Diamond looked at him and couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dean Portman was his own man and he didn't care what other people thought of him for it.
"Would you like to go out on a real date with me?" she asked. "Ya know, one that doesn't involve curfew violations and pigheaded cops."
"Sounds good to me," Dean said. "You can come to our game tomorrow and we'll go out after." Diamond agreed and nodded.
"Wanna go inside?" she asked. He agreed and they headed in where Fulton and Michelle were watching Here on Earth.
"Oh I love this movie!" Diamond squealed as she took off Dean's jacket and sat on the couch that was across the room from the sofa Michelle and Fulton were on.
"What is it?" Dean asked, sitting next to Diamond.
"Some chick flick," Fulton answered. Everyone laughed before the room fell silent and they watched the movie.
The later it got and the closer the end of the movie came, the heavier Diamond's eyes got. She loved the movie, but sleep was also important to her. Without realizing what she was doing, her head slowly fell onto Dean's shoulder. He jumped and looked at Fulton. Fulton smiled and motioned, with his arm, for Dean to put his arm around her. He slowly lifted his arm and let her head slide onto his shoulder. He put his hand on her arm and her hand rested on his stomach, making them both a little more comfortable. Dean soon fell asleep, but not before he put the jacket over Diamond's shoulders again. Following soon after Dean was Michelle then Fulton who was enjoying the movie.
Diamond, being an early riser, woke up first. Her eyes slowly opened and she stretched her legs then her arms and realized she was laying on someone. She looked up and saw Dean still sound asleep. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. Also, draped over her middle was his leather jacket. She figured he must've put it on her while she was asleep because she didn't remember putting it on. Not wanting to get up, she cuddled closer to Dean and wrapped the jacket around them both as much as she cold. Dean smiled in his sleep and held her closer without even knowing it.
"Diamond... Diamond," Michelle said lightly in her ear. Diamond opened her eyes again and looked at Michelle and Fulton hovering over her.
"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"It's 6, we need to get them back before 7."
"Gotcha," Diamond smiled, pointing and winking at them. She sat up and looked at Dean who seemed so peaceful. She wished she could carry him so she didn't wake him up, but she knew that would never happen.
"Dean," she said, shaking his chest. He didn't move.
"Is he a heavy sleeper?" she asked Fulton.
"No, he normally doesn't sleep at all," Fulton answered with a sound of confusion.
"Portman, come on man, get up," Fulton said, smacking Dean in the head. Dean opened his eyes and the first face he saw was Fulton's.
"Get outta my face!" he yelled, pushing Fulton away. The next face he saw was Diamond's. He smiled as she moved and he sat up.
"It's time to go," she said. Once everyone had stood and stretched some more, they eventually woke up. They walked out the front door and there was a beep for a car alarm. Dean and Fulton looked around to see where it had come from and saw a 2001 Porsche Turbo Cabriolet.
"Is that yours?" Fulton asked Michelle.
"Mine," Diamond said happily, holding up the keys.
"C'I drive it?" Dean asked.
"Boy you better tie them shoelaces cuz you trippin," Diamond said. "She goes 0-60 in 4.1 seconds, you think I'd let you drive her?" she asked, referring to the car.
"If you got to know me," Dean said. Diamond stopped, looked at him, and smiled.
"Maybe. Now get in," she demanded.
Diamond drove Fulton and Dean back to their dorm room in record time. For one reason or another, Diamond did in fact want to see Dean again and she knew she probably wouldn't be able to if he was caught.
"Right here," Dean pointed. Diamond came to a slow stop and put the car in park.
"Well, do you girls wanna walk us to our..." Fulton started.
"Window," Dean finished. The girls laughed as they got out and walked quietly to the window they'd snuck out of hours before. Fulton was the first one in followed by Dean. Once he was in he dropped to his knees in front of the opened window.
"I wanna see you again," he said. Diamond smiled.
"Then let's see each other again," she said.
"Wanna pick me up tomorrow, we'll go to the movies or somethin." Diamond giggled at the fact that she was to pick him up.
"Works for me," she said. Dean smiled. They all said their goodbyes and Fulton shut the window. The guys quickly changed their clothes and jumped in bed, but they were far from sleep. They were both wide-awake and thinking about the girls they'd spent a lot of time with. Fulton was thinking of Michelle and Dean was practically dreaming of Diamond.
"Ya know man, I think it's meant to be," Dean informed Fulton.
"What do you mean?"
"Dean and Diamond, our names both start with a D." Fulton rolled his eyes and chuckled at how stupid Dean was acting.
"Whatever dude. Go to sleep," he said. They got to sleep for about a half hour before Coach Bombay woke them up for school.
Meanwhile, Diamond and Michelle were still awake, cleaning house. Diamond had her headphones on and was listening to The Doors. She had some of the weirdest dance moves that looked like something a flower child from the 60s would've done.
"Cut it out!" Michelle laughed. She hated it when Diamond did her strange dances, but it was funny. And Diamond always got her to admit that.
"You're just jealous," Diamond said, taking her headphones off.
"I'm jealous of a second generation flower child?" Michelle asked. "I think not."
"I forgive you."
"For what?"
"For being in denial." Michelle looked at her for a few seconds before they both busted out in laughter.
"Come on, let's go wash my car," Diamond said.
"No way! We washed that damn car yesterday!" Michelle yelled.
"That was yesterday. It's today."
While Diamond spent about ten minutes trying to talk Michelle into washing the car, she was wasting her time. Michelle was not going to give in and Diamond knew that, she just didn't want to accept it. She loved her car.
They spent half of the day watching movies and the other half deciding on clothes for their "date" that night. Fulton had opted that he and Michelle go with Dean and Diamond; they would just see a different movie.
"I have no clothes!" Diamond exclaimed, falling on her king-sized bed.
"Oh my God! You have two closets full of clothes!" Michelle retorted.
"Yeah, but none that I wanna wear," she whined.
"Look here, if you don't pick an outfit for yourself I'll pick one for you and you know you hate my style," Michelle warned.
"Yeah, it's not my style to dress like a hooker," Diamond said, trying her hardest to keep a straight face.
"Oh that's real funny," Michelle said sarcastically.
Eventually, both Diamond and Michelle found something to wear. Michelle wore a pair of light blue shorts that had dark blue back pockets and a white belly top. Diamond's outfit always had to be somewhat sexy and comfortable. She wore a black leather, button-up vest with no shirt underneath, tight black pants, and the same hoop earrings that she loved so much.
"Portman, what're you doin?" his best friend Fulton called as he walked into the locker room.
"Nothin," Dean quickly replied, standing and putting his leather jacket on.
"Well come on, let's go pick up some chicks," Fulton said happily. Dean laughed and followed him out, hoping he didn't meet a girl he liked because Bombay would get in the way like he always did.
"Where shall we dine?" Fulton joked as he and Dean walked through downtown L.A. Dean laughed as he looked around the crowded tables of an outdoor restaurant. He spotted two very pretty girls sitting together, joking and laughing.
"Fulton," Dean said, smacking Fulton's arm.
"What?"
"Check it out," Dean said, motioning toward the girls. Fulton checked them out before making the decision to go talk to them. They headed for the table and stood before the girls.
"Hi," Fulton interrupted their conversation.
"Hello," the girl on the right said. Dean looked at her and almost couldn't believe the beauty sitting in front of him.
The girl was beautiful. She had long, thin, white-blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing large-hoop earrings that appeared to be bigger than her ears, two or three rings on each finger, and a sterling silver necklace with a very tiny cross of diamonds. She had a black sweater on with holes at the end of the sleeves for her thumbs to fit through and a black skirt.
The girls invited Dean and Fulton to join them and they were quick to accept. They pulled up two chairs and sat in front of the two stunning beauties.
"I'm Diamond and this is my friend Michelle," the blonde that caught Dean's eye said.
"I'm Dean and this is Fulton."
"Wait a minute, I know you guys from somewhere," Diamond said. Fulton and Dean looked at her.
"Team U.S.A Hockey maybe," Fulton said matter-of-factly.
"Wow, you guys are really good," Michelle said, looking at Fulton.
After about twenty minutes of making small talk, Diamond and Dean decided to go get some ice cream. They walked for a while, still talking when they came to the ice cream parlor.
"What're you gettin?" Diamond asked, leaning on the counter.
"Nothin, I'm broke," Dean said a little embarrassed. He'd just recently purchased a brand new leather jacket that left his wallet empty.
"Well what do you want? I'll get it for you," she offered.
"No, I can't do that."
"Yes you can," Diamond insisted. "Now tell me what you want or I'll decide for you."
"Chocolate and vanilla swirl," he said quickly. Diamond laughed as she ordered his swirl and a strawberry cone for herself.
"So, how's the hockey life workin out for ya?" she asked as they started walking.
"It's alright. I mean, I love hockey, but it gets hard sometimes," Dean answered.
"How does it get hard? You're a celebrity!" Diamond exclaimed. Dean chuckled.
"It just does," he answered. "What about you? What do you do?" he asked, looking at her. He changed the subject intentionally because he didn't want to talk about that anymore than she did.
"I'm a performer," she replied, smiling.
"What kinda performer?"
"Well, I play the piano and I sing."
"You sing?" Dean asked.
"I do."
"Sing somethin."
"Are you crazy?!" Diamond laughed, nudging his arm with her elbow. "I'm not singin here!"
"Why not?!" Dean asked also laughing.
"Cuz I just can't," she answered, looking at him with her beautiful green eyes.
"Well, do you sing anywhere so I can see you sometime?" Dean asked, stopping. Diamond looked at him and stopped beside him.
"Can I see one of your games sometime?" she asked playfully. Dean smiled, rolled his eyes, and nodded.
"Ok, I'll make you a deal," he said, pointing his ice cream cone at her. "If I get to see you sing, you can come to one of our games."
"Just one?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Well how many times do I get to see you sing?" he asked. Diamond lowered her head, smiling, but maintaining eye contact with Dean.
"Game first then one of my shows," she said. Dean thought about it for a minute.
"Ok, deal," he agreed. At that moment, Fulton and Michelle came running up to them, laughing and, in Michelle's case, screaming.
"We just egged a police car," Fulton laughed. He and Dean cheered together as they high-fived. Police sirens were heard around the corner. The four looked at each other before running down the sidewalk and into an alleyway.
"Fulton you idiot, if you get arrested you'll be benched for the rest of year," Dean said, smacking Fulton on the back of his head. Just as they were about to fight, Michelle's alarm on her watch went off. She looked at the time and looked at everyone else.
"12:30," she said. "Curfew." Dean let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.
"This is wonderful," he said. "We're an hour away from the dorm!"
"Oh calm down," Diamond interrupted. "You guys can stay at our place until 6 when curfew's over." Dean and Fulton looked at her.
"Are you serious?" Dean asked. Diamond smiled and nodded. Fulton and Dean agreed and they headed down all the alleys and back roads to Diamond and Michelle's apartment.
"Can you guys walk a little faster?" Diamond asked with a slight bit of attitude.
"We've been walking for an hour! You live like 80,000 miles away!" Dean whined.
"Shut up! You play hockey and you're whining about having to walk two miles," Michelle said.
"Would you guys both shut the hell up," Diamond said. "This is our road."
"Thank you," Dean said irritably. They walked down to the very last apartment at the end of the road.
"It had to be the last house," Dean continued to complain.
"Will you shut up!" Fulton exclaimed. Dean looked at him wide-eyed and the girls giggled. Sirens were heard again. They ran to the porch just as the cops pulled up. The driver and passenger of the cop car got out, adjusted their hats, and headed up the walk.
"Is there gonna be a problem, Officer?" Dean asked, again becoming irritated. He hated cops.
"Son, do you know who I am?" the cop questioned. Dean looked at his nametag then to the star-shaped badge below it.
"Sheriff Gates?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and making his attitude known.
"What's your name, son?" Gates asked.
"I'm not your son," Dean said coldly.
"I'm sorry, Officer, you'll have to excuse my brother," Diamond said. Michelle and Fulton smiled; Diamond was covering for them. She just hoped the cops didn't watch hockey.
"This is your brother?" Gates asked.
"Yes sir."
"Who's he?" Gates asked, motioning toward Fulton.
"Michelle's cousin," Diamond was quick to answer before anyone else came up with a bogus answer.
"Alright, you're gettin off for this one, Diamond," Gates said.
"Thank you," Diamond breathed, gripping the lower portion of Dean's leather jacket and pulling him toward the door. She saw the look in his eye that said he was going to hurt the cop in some way then get arrested. They headed inside and shut the door.
"I hate that guy," Diamond said.
"That makes two of us," Dean said, ripping his jacket off and throwing it on the couch.
"Calm down, he likes goin after everyone," Michelle said.
"So," Fulton started, setting his jacket on the chair. "What to do."
"I'll be right back," Diamond said, walking out the backdoor.
"Where she goin?" Dean asked.
"To the greenhouse to play her piano," Michelle answered, grabbing his jacket.
"Why does she have a piano in the greenhouse?"
"Because she likes to play in the rain," Michelle joked. "Here," she offered his jacket. "Take this to her, it's cold." Dean took the jacket from her and headed outside. He stood in the doorway as he stared at the beautiful sight in front him.
Diamond was sitting at the black piano with her fingers resting comfortably on the black and white keys. Her eyes were closed and a lazy smiled claimed her lips. She thought about the song before actually starting it. She had to feel what she was doing before she could play.
"I keep on fallin... in..." she sang the Alicia Keys song 'Fallin'. "In love... with you."
As the song gracefully continued, Diamond's singing and the way her fingers glided over the keys hypnotized Dean. She was amazing... she was the exact opposite of Dean.
"How do ya gimme so much pleasure, cause me so much pain," Diamond sang, completely unaware that she had an audience. Her head swayed to the music slowly at first then faster and faster. She played the last few chords and let her fingers slide off the keys into her lap. There was applause from behind her and she jumped to see who it was. She smiled and relaxed when it turned out to be Dean.
"Sorry," he said, approaching her and laying the jacket on her shoulders.
"Thanks," she said, putting her arms through the sleeves. "Even in a sweater it gets cold."
"That was amazing," Dean said, obviously talking about her playing.
"Not my best, but I think I can live with amazing," she joked. They laughed as she invited him to sit next to her.
"Do you play?" she asked.
"Not at all," was the answer. "Everything on a piano looks Greek to me."
"Oh that's right," Diamond said. "You're the big tough guy. Heavy metal, ripped jeans, and leather jackets, right?"
"That's me," Dean laughed.
"I like that," Diamond said, looking at him.
"What?"
"The fact that you didn't lie about who you are."
"Why would I do that?" Diamond looked at him and couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dean Portman was his own man and he didn't care what other people thought of him for it.
"Would you like to go out on a real date with me?" she asked. "Ya know, one that doesn't involve curfew violations and pigheaded cops."
"Sounds good to me," Dean said. "You can come to our game tomorrow and we'll go out after." Diamond agreed and nodded.
"Wanna go inside?" she asked. He agreed and they headed in where Fulton and Michelle were watching Here on Earth.
"Oh I love this movie!" Diamond squealed as she took off Dean's jacket and sat on the couch that was across the room from the sofa Michelle and Fulton were on.
"What is it?" Dean asked, sitting next to Diamond.
"Some chick flick," Fulton answered. Everyone laughed before the room fell silent and they watched the movie.
The later it got and the closer the end of the movie came, the heavier Diamond's eyes got. She loved the movie, but sleep was also important to her. Without realizing what she was doing, her head slowly fell onto Dean's shoulder. He jumped and looked at Fulton. Fulton smiled and motioned, with his arm, for Dean to put his arm around her. He slowly lifted his arm and let her head slide onto his shoulder. He put his hand on her arm and her hand rested on his stomach, making them both a little more comfortable. Dean soon fell asleep, but not before he put the jacket over Diamond's shoulders again. Following soon after Dean was Michelle then Fulton who was enjoying the movie.
Diamond, being an early riser, woke up first. Her eyes slowly opened and she stretched her legs then her arms and realized she was laying on someone. She looked up and saw Dean still sound asleep. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. Also, draped over her middle was his leather jacket. She figured he must've put it on her while she was asleep because she didn't remember putting it on. Not wanting to get up, she cuddled closer to Dean and wrapped the jacket around them both as much as she cold. Dean smiled in his sleep and held her closer without even knowing it.
"Diamond... Diamond," Michelle said lightly in her ear. Diamond opened her eyes again and looked at Michelle and Fulton hovering over her.
"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"It's 6, we need to get them back before 7."
"Gotcha," Diamond smiled, pointing and winking at them. She sat up and looked at Dean who seemed so peaceful. She wished she could carry him so she didn't wake him up, but she knew that would never happen.
"Dean," she said, shaking his chest. He didn't move.
"Is he a heavy sleeper?" she asked Fulton.
"No, he normally doesn't sleep at all," Fulton answered with a sound of confusion.
"Portman, come on man, get up," Fulton said, smacking Dean in the head. Dean opened his eyes and the first face he saw was Fulton's.
"Get outta my face!" he yelled, pushing Fulton away. The next face he saw was Diamond's. He smiled as she moved and he sat up.
"It's time to go," she said. Once everyone had stood and stretched some more, they eventually woke up. They walked out the front door and there was a beep for a car alarm. Dean and Fulton looked around to see where it had come from and saw a 2001 Porsche Turbo Cabriolet.
"Is that yours?" Fulton asked Michelle.
"Mine," Diamond said happily, holding up the keys.
"C'I drive it?" Dean asked.
"Boy you better tie them shoelaces cuz you trippin," Diamond said. "She goes 0-60 in 4.1 seconds, you think I'd let you drive her?" she asked, referring to the car.
"If you got to know me," Dean said. Diamond stopped, looked at him, and smiled.
"Maybe. Now get in," she demanded.
Diamond drove Fulton and Dean back to their dorm room in record time. For one reason or another, Diamond did in fact want to see Dean again and she knew she probably wouldn't be able to if he was caught.
"Right here," Dean pointed. Diamond came to a slow stop and put the car in park.
"Well, do you girls wanna walk us to our..." Fulton started.
"Window," Dean finished. The girls laughed as they got out and walked quietly to the window they'd snuck out of hours before. Fulton was the first one in followed by Dean. Once he was in he dropped to his knees in front of the opened window.
"I wanna see you again," he said. Diamond smiled.
"Then let's see each other again," she said.
"Wanna pick me up tomorrow, we'll go to the movies or somethin." Diamond giggled at the fact that she was to pick him up.
"Works for me," she said. Dean smiled. They all said their goodbyes and Fulton shut the window. The guys quickly changed their clothes and jumped in bed, but they were far from sleep. They were both wide-awake and thinking about the girls they'd spent a lot of time with. Fulton was thinking of Michelle and Dean was practically dreaming of Diamond.
"Ya know man, I think it's meant to be," Dean informed Fulton.
"What do you mean?"
"Dean and Diamond, our names both start with a D." Fulton rolled his eyes and chuckled at how stupid Dean was acting.
"Whatever dude. Go to sleep," he said. They got to sleep for about a half hour before Coach Bombay woke them up for school.
Meanwhile, Diamond and Michelle were still awake, cleaning house. Diamond had her headphones on and was listening to The Doors. She had some of the weirdest dance moves that looked like something a flower child from the 60s would've done.
"Cut it out!" Michelle laughed. She hated it when Diamond did her strange dances, but it was funny. And Diamond always got her to admit that.
"You're just jealous," Diamond said, taking her headphones off.
"I'm jealous of a second generation flower child?" Michelle asked. "I think not."
"I forgive you."
"For what?"
"For being in denial." Michelle looked at her for a few seconds before they both busted out in laughter.
"Come on, let's go wash my car," Diamond said.
"No way! We washed that damn car yesterday!" Michelle yelled.
"That was yesterday. It's today."
While Diamond spent about ten minutes trying to talk Michelle into washing the car, she was wasting her time. Michelle was not going to give in and Diamond knew that, she just didn't want to accept it. She loved her car.
They spent half of the day watching movies and the other half deciding on clothes for their "date" that night. Fulton had opted that he and Michelle go with Dean and Diamond; they would just see a different movie.
"I have no clothes!" Diamond exclaimed, falling on her king-sized bed.
"Oh my God! You have two closets full of clothes!" Michelle retorted.
"Yeah, but none that I wanna wear," she whined.
"Look here, if you don't pick an outfit for yourself I'll pick one for you and you know you hate my style," Michelle warned.
"Yeah, it's not my style to dress like a hooker," Diamond said, trying her hardest to keep a straight face.
"Oh that's real funny," Michelle said sarcastically.
Eventually, both Diamond and Michelle found something to wear. Michelle wore a pair of light blue shorts that had dark blue back pockets and a white belly top. Diamond's outfit always had to be somewhat sexy and comfortable. She wore a black leather, button-up vest with no shirt underneath, tight black pants, and the same hoop earrings that she loved so much.