Yellow House Moments

By elmoruthPotterfan6

A/N: First little fic in the Yellow House Moments. Stories won't be necessarily taken place in the yellow house, but I just thought of a random name for random This Lullaby moments. I hope you like them. This first one is set in Dexter's POV and in Don's car dealership. Quotes are taken from the book (This Lullaby) by the great Sarah Dessen.

And i know, i shouldn't be doing any more fanfiction without updating my other ones.. i know... i should feel ashaimed...

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PLAY THE CRAPY DEALERSHIP MUSIC!!!

A cheesy, car dealership theme song was playing over exactly where I stood next to the tire display. I knew we could have done better then that. That is if the guy who owned it, Don, would have let us. Instead we are playing at his wedding, to the band's disappointment.

I was elected, hands down, to check out new tires for the van. Since I was the one who believed that we could afford new tires and keep the shirts off our back, I willingly went.

Whistling at the bigger prices then I thought I saw someone in the corner of my eye. Wanting to see something other then ridiculous prices, I looked over my shoulder and saw the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Well, she's no girl, a woman, a lady, few years younger then I. But still.

Looking over my other shoulder I saw the white, cheep, and beat up van parked outside next to the new, shiny models. I shook my head. They could wait. This was a one of a kind moment. This was a chance any guy looks for to talk to a girl like that. This was an earth shattering moment. The gravity moving around her moment.

Smoothing my hair with my hand, I made my way over to where she sat, angelic. Her eyes closes, hands clutching the armrests, on one of those two connecting chairs that are straight backed and uncomfortable. I stood there trying to decide how to make my entrance. I couldn't just stand there and wait for her to leave to bombard her. I couldn't just stand here and not move at all. I couldn't walk up to her and talk to her. I had to make a POW impression. I had to make her think of me, even if it was to start with a bang.

I slid into the chair in an angle with such force; I knocked her into the wall, jarring her funny bone. Her eyes flew open, face all mad, and she was still pretty. I didn't expect her to smile and fall head over heals for me, but I didn't expect her to be mad either.

I had no control over my mouth. I wasn't sure if I said something or just flubbed like a fish.

"What the Hell?" she growled, sending a jolt to my stomach. She had a pretty voice, even if it was venomous. Maybe she thought I was a sales person.

So much for smooth.

"Hey there," I said, trying to sound cheerful with a pit of butterflies, "How's it going?"

"What's your problem?" she asked, rubbing her elbow. I was going to tell her I didn't mean to run her into the wall.

"Problem?" I asked, before I could say anything else. She flared up a little more.

"Goodness," I sighed, blinking once, "such language."

Then she just looked at me. Her eyes displayed the message: 'Sorry wrong day, Buddy.'

I took this as another opportunity. Say something smart, I thought, something witty this time.

"The thing is…I saw you out in the showroom. I was over by the tire display?..." And then I knew I blew it. She was glaring at me now. What? Can't a guy get a break? What did I have to do?

The thing is…I couldn't stop talking!

"I just thought to myself, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together." Like me running into you, and knocking you into the wall. Big bang, right?

She looked at me with a shocked expression. I guess no one has been this up front with her before. I smiled inwardly. This might be my break.

"You got this…from a tire display?"

"You didn't feel it?"

"No. But I did, however, feel you slamming me into the wall," she gritted through her teeth. Again, I was about to say I was sorry, but I felt like I was getting somewhere and by apologizing now would set me back some.

Ok, so I will apologize with little or no words to it.

"That," I leaned over and replied with a low voice, "was an accident. An oversight. Just and unfortunate result of the enthusiasm I felt knowing I was about to talk to you." There. How was that for less words?

The theme song dwindled to the stupid plucking of chords. Oh, I wanted to shout in frustration now. Why didn't we do the stupid commercial? This was the shame in music. The people with no tastes choosing the music for important car dealerships.

"Go away," she told me, turning her head. I smiled. I was getting to her. I ran my hand through my hair again. The warn speaker started popping with the music. See, even they have a good taste in music. We both looked up then back at eachother.

"You know what?" I asked, pointing to the speaker. It popped and hissed before it blasted the theme song again. How many times will they play it? Honestly!

"From now on, forever, this will be our song."

"Oh, Jesus." She got to her feet, heading to Don himself and a sorry looking lady with keys in her hand.

"Wait, I only want-"

"Don?" she called out, ignoring me. Maybe this wasn't going to work but I wasn't going to stop trying.

"Just take this," I said, grabbing her hand with one of mine and quickly searched my pockets for a pen. I wrote my name and the only phone number we had on her hand.

"You're insane!" she accused, taking back her hand. The pen jumped from my hand and skidded to the floor. I didn't mind about the pen. It was a freebee from some hotel years ago. Almost out of ink anyway.

"Yo, Romeo!" I heard and wanted to groan. Why did they want to ruin this? John Miller laughed and yelled again, "Come on man! Lets go!"

I looked at them and gave them all a look that- I hope- said 'Just a sec!'

I looked back at her.

"I'll see you soon."

"Like Hell!"

I walked out the clear window doors and to the van. Before I could get in, whoever was at the wheel floored it, jerking the van forward so I stumbled, then stopped. This happened a few more times before I was pulled in by the hand of Lucas. When I got in, I looked back at the dealership windows where is saw her look at her hand, at my name. She griminess once to sign that she read my name: Dexter. And I didn't even know hers.

"Not funny guys." I said, still looking at the small dot that was the dealership.

"She's out of your league man!" Ted laughed, throwing his head back on the driver's seat.

"No. I think that I got through her. I know it. I feel it. It's like…destiny."

A/N.. that's all folks! come back for future episodes! lol... REVIW.. OR PARISH (Stewie Griffen)