So, I have been reading my old stories, and I feel like the older ones are a bit out of character. I still love the stories, but I am going to revamp this one and maybe a couple others. I will keep the old one, and I will post the new one as well. I hope you enjoy this re-vamp story. NO copy right intended.
Finally, I was off work, and I was now dragging myself upstairs to my apartment. It had been an exhausting week, but Friday finally had arrived. I could see a bubble bath in my future, as I had told Mulder. He grasped at his heart and asked me if I was psychic, feigning hurt that I didn't tell him sooner. I rolled my eyes and left him to his own devices. He was no longer my problem, at least not for another two days. I smile to myself. Mulder wasn't ever a problem. He was a thorn in my side, but never a problem.
I stuck my key in the lock and shouldered my way into my apartment. I grabbed the mail that was left on the floor and skimmed through it. A fancy envelope caught my attention. It was addressed to a Ms. Dana Scully. "Thank you for reminding me that I am just a Ms. not a Mrs.," I scoff.
Curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it quickly. It was an invitation to one of my good friends wedding. We hadn't talked in years, but it was the kind of friendship that didn't need communication. The kind of friendship where you can just pick up from where you left off.
I felt a pang of jealousy, but I was happy for her. I threw the envelope on the table and shrugged my way out of my coat.
All thoughts, other than a bubble bath, were no where to be found. I grabbed a glass of wine and headed straight for the claw bathtub. That being the only reason I had rented the place. As I stripped out of my clothes, the bubbles began to multiply. Putting my hair in a clip, I then slid myself into the bubbles. The vanilla and lavender scent immediately calmed me. Finishing off my glass of wine, I began to ponder the envelope once again.
I knew I was going to attend the wedding, but did I want to? Of course, I wanted to see Amanda again, but that meant going alone. I haven't found myself a husband or even a boyfriend for that matter. I would be Dorky Dana all over again. I can just hear my classmates whispering. "Poor Dana, still alone." "Maybe if she wasn't stuck in her books, she could find a decent man." Oh, that sounded like a good time to me. I scoffed to myself. At least I was in shape, and nobody could say that I gained thirty pounds. My hairline was still fantastic. It's safe to say that I aged well. But, I was still single. Then, a brilliant idea hit me.
Mulder. I could take Mulder as my date. If I brought a man, there was no way anybody would pity me. Yes, it is beneath me to fake a boyfriend, but can you blame a girl? Besides, wasn't he the closest thing to a boyfriend that I've had in six years. Yes.
Two wine glasses later, I decide that it is time to call Mulder. I don't think I will ask him over the phone, but I am going to ask him to breakfast. So, I get out, grab my robe and wrap it tightly around myself. As I am walking towards the phone, I hear a knock at my door.
I ignore the phone for now, and I answer the door. I knew it was Mulder, because we have this distinguished knock pattern. I open the door to a smiling Mulder with a pizza in his hand. It smelt delicious and after that bath, I was starving.
"Mulder, did you bring that pizza as a bribe?" I question him. He doesn't need to bring anything to get into my apartment, and I know that I don't have to either.
"No, but we had a long week. I thought you could use some food. I know I could." Mulder was thinking of me, and he was being very considerate lately.
"Well, thank you Mulder. I appreciate it." I really do appreciate it, and I hope my genuine smile proves it.
"Well, come in and sit down. I will grab us some plates." I bring the plates over to the couch. I used to make us eat at the table, but what can I say. Mulder has had a pretty strong influence on me. He opens the pizza box and I notice that he has gotten half mushroom and half pizza lover. How sweet is he?
"Mulder, thank you!" I don't have to say why I am thanking him, because he already knows. He gives me a smile, and we dig in.
Just then Mulder states, " I don't know why you don't eat hamburger meat." He knows exactly why.
"Yes you do, Mulder. You know I don't like the greasy calories." I hate the grease, and I don't want to run an extra two miles to burn it off.
"Scully, you are perfect just the way you are." I had no idea that Mulder felt that way. I knew he checked me out. I've caught him a few times. To hear his confession, I had a serious blush. So, I decided to deflect his compliment, just as I always do.
I smile, and then say, "Mulder, I actually have something I would like to talk to you about." I see his face fall, and I know that those words bring back so many memories of my cancer for him. I quickly explain, "Mulder, I am fine. Nothing is wrong with me." I see his posture relax, and I smile.
"Do you want to tell me what it is, Scully?" No, not really. I don't really want to say it, because it is juvenile.
"Well, I have been invited to one of my friend's wedding. I was wondering if you would be my date?" I spit it out more quickly that I had wanted to. He could tell that I was nervous as hell. I saw him smile, and my shoulders immediately slumped.
"You don't have to, if you don't want, Mulder." He gives me a smug smile, and I know he has just given in to me.
"Are you going to be wearing a dress?" Leave it to Mulder to crack a joke. This time I am thankful, for it defused the uneasiness in my stomach.
"Yes, Mulder, I will be wearing a dress, " I reply to his innuendo.
"Well, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I can't tell if he is serious.
" So, you'll be my plus one?" I say a little too happily.
He laughs and says, "do I have to wear a tux?"
"Mulder, if I have to wear a dress, you will wear a tux." He nods his head in defeat.
"Alright, Scully, but I just want you to know, I will be expecting a favor in return." I know he is just kidding. He would do anything for me, and I him.
"Mulder, seeing me in a dress is favor enough."
After we finish eating, I give an impressive yawn. Mulder takes it as a hint that I am tired, and he should be heading home. He grabs our plates and puts the left over pizza in the fridge. I give him a thankful smile.
"Mulder, you don't have to go home. You can stay and watch a movie with me," I pathetically offer. There isn't any way that I can stay awake through a full movie, and he knows it.
"Scully, as tempting as that is, you will just crash on my shoulder. I think you should get some rest, and we can go to breakfast tomorrow morning, if you would like."
"That sounds wonderful, Mulder. Thank you for bringing me the pizza." I walk him to the door and open it for him. He stands on the other side and gives me an unexpected hug. I embrace him back.
With a peck on my head, he says, " just so I know, are you wearing anything underneath that robe?" Damn him.
I blush furiously, smack him, and I say, "Mulder, go home!" I give him a flirty smile, and it confirms what he was thinking all night. His eyes go wide and he leaves quickly. I smile and shut the door. I head for bed and set my alarm so that I can have an early breakfast with Mulder.
I hope this was a better story than the first one. Please leave a review with any comments or suggestions. They are much appreciated. I will be continuing on with this story.
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