"God, I haven't been to the movies in a hundred years," Diamond said, sitting next to Dean in the back row of the movie theatre.
"Man," Dean said, astonished. "You must be old." Diamond laughed and rolled her eyes. She elbowed him in the arm.
"I'm not old," she said. "I'm probably younger than you."
"18," Dean said.
"18 too," Diamond said, smiling.
"April 2nd."
"July 4th," she said happily.
"July 4th huh? Firecracker baby," he said, leaning his head back and smiling.
"That's me," Diamond said smiling.
"What do we got here?" Dean asked himself, lifting all the candy they got before they sat down. "Snow caps," he started.
"Mine," Diamond said, grabbing them from him. He laughed and continued with his list.
"M&M's, Skittles, Sour Patch Kids..."
"Those are mine too," Diamond said, trying to grab for the Sour Patch Kids. Dean took his arm away from her.
"Ya can't have the Sour Patch Kids," he said.
"Yes I can!"
"Come and get em," Dean said.
"Fine I will!" She put everything on the floor and reached over him with her right arm, grabbing for the package of Sour Patch Kids. When they realized the position they were in: her right arm now resting on his left shoulder and their faces were mere centimeters apart, they needed to taste each other's lips.
"Hey guys," a deep voice said from beside them. Diamond jumped back in her seat and they turned to see who it was that interrupted their moment.
"Hey Fulton," Dean said very angrily. Fulton and Michelle stood beside their seats. Fulton led the way down the row and sat in the seat next to Dean and Michelle sat next to Fulton.
"What're you doin here? The movie hasn't even started yet let alone ended!" Dean exclaimed. He was mad that Fulton interrupted the kiss that was about to take place between him and Diamond, but he was also mad that he had sat next to them and was going to bother them the rest of the night.
"Well, our movie sucked, so we decided to watch this one," Fulton answered.
"Your movie hasn't even started yet," Diamond pointed out.
"Yes it did and it was boring," Michelle said.
"How's your movie?" Fulton asked.
"Crowded," Dean said. Fulton just laughed. Dean and Diamond rolled their eyes at the same time and sat back in their chairs. Dean wasn't going to let Fulton or Michelle ruin his date with Diamond, but he knew he couldn't do anything with an audience. So they both just settled with Dean putting his arm around her and cuddling close. Even though they didn't know much about each other, everything just felt right when they were together.
The movie, The Others, turned out to be scarier than Diamond had anticipated. She jumped every five minutes and Dean just held her closer. That's something she wasn't expecting either, but she liked it, and so did he.
When the movie ended, Diamond was wearing Dean's jacket again (she really liked that jacket). They all stretched and walked out the theatre.
"That movie was really good," Michelle said.
"What'd you guys think?" Fulton asked.
"Woulda been a lot better if it wasn't so damn crowded," Dean answered, still angry that Fulton and Michelle had interrupted him and Diamond. Diamond giggled and pressed her forehead against his slightly muscular arm. He smiled and put that arm around her as they headed for the car.
"So you're pickin me up tomorrow?" Dean asked as they pulled up to the dorm.
"Yep. Where we goin anyway?" Diamond replied.
"That's a surprise." Diamond smiled and watched him get out.
"Oh! Do you want your jacket back?" she yelled, starting to take it off.
"No," Dean said. "You're gonna need it. Dress warm tomorrow." Michelle crawled from the backseat and plopped in the passenger seat.
"By Dean," she said sweetly, waving to him.
"Goodbye Michelle," he breathed. The girls laughed as they drove off.
"What do you think of my new look?" Diamond asked Michelle.
"New look?" Michelle questioned.
"Yeah, the leather jacket. How does it look on me?"
"Honestly, it looks pretty good." Diamond smiled. "Better than all the stuck-up rich girl clothes you wear."
"I'm not stuck up," Diamond defended herself.
"Just playin. So you and Dean are goin out again," Michelle stated. Diamond smiled. She couldn't wait for the next day to come.
"They have the day off and he said he wanted to see me again."
The same day while Team U.S.A. was at practice, Dean couldn't concentrate and neither could Fulton. They both had their minds on Michelle and Diamond. And Coach Bombay was not happy with the way two of his best players were performing.
"So where you takin her?" Fulton asked as they did sprints.
"Here," Dean answered. "I'm gonna take her skating."
"How do you even know she skates? And she's not gonna have her own."
"I'm bringin some for her."
"How do you know what size she is?"
"I asked Michelle while you were asleep and Diamond was in the bathroom."
"Come on Portman! This is hockey not golf!" Bombay yelled. Dean sighed and continued doing his sprints while swinging his stick.
"Man," Dean said, astonished. "You must be old." Diamond laughed and rolled her eyes. She elbowed him in the arm.
"I'm not old," she said. "I'm probably younger than you."
"18," Dean said.
"18 too," Diamond said, smiling.
"April 2nd."
"July 4th," she said happily.
"July 4th huh? Firecracker baby," he said, leaning his head back and smiling.
"That's me," Diamond said smiling.
"What do we got here?" Dean asked himself, lifting all the candy they got before they sat down. "Snow caps," he started.
"Mine," Diamond said, grabbing them from him. He laughed and continued with his list.
"M&M's, Skittles, Sour Patch Kids..."
"Those are mine too," Diamond said, trying to grab for the Sour Patch Kids. Dean took his arm away from her.
"Ya can't have the Sour Patch Kids," he said.
"Yes I can!"
"Come and get em," Dean said.
"Fine I will!" She put everything on the floor and reached over him with her right arm, grabbing for the package of Sour Patch Kids. When they realized the position they were in: her right arm now resting on his left shoulder and their faces were mere centimeters apart, they needed to taste each other's lips.
"Hey guys," a deep voice said from beside them. Diamond jumped back in her seat and they turned to see who it was that interrupted their moment.
"Hey Fulton," Dean said very angrily. Fulton and Michelle stood beside their seats. Fulton led the way down the row and sat in the seat next to Dean and Michelle sat next to Fulton.
"What're you doin here? The movie hasn't even started yet let alone ended!" Dean exclaimed. He was mad that Fulton interrupted the kiss that was about to take place between him and Diamond, but he was also mad that he had sat next to them and was going to bother them the rest of the night.
"Well, our movie sucked, so we decided to watch this one," Fulton answered.
"Your movie hasn't even started yet," Diamond pointed out.
"Yes it did and it was boring," Michelle said.
"How's your movie?" Fulton asked.
"Crowded," Dean said. Fulton just laughed. Dean and Diamond rolled their eyes at the same time and sat back in their chairs. Dean wasn't going to let Fulton or Michelle ruin his date with Diamond, but he knew he couldn't do anything with an audience. So they both just settled with Dean putting his arm around her and cuddling close. Even though they didn't know much about each other, everything just felt right when they were together.
The movie, The Others, turned out to be scarier than Diamond had anticipated. She jumped every five minutes and Dean just held her closer. That's something she wasn't expecting either, but she liked it, and so did he.
When the movie ended, Diamond was wearing Dean's jacket again (she really liked that jacket). They all stretched and walked out the theatre.
"That movie was really good," Michelle said.
"What'd you guys think?" Fulton asked.
"Woulda been a lot better if it wasn't so damn crowded," Dean answered, still angry that Fulton and Michelle had interrupted him and Diamond. Diamond giggled and pressed her forehead against his slightly muscular arm. He smiled and put that arm around her as they headed for the car.
"So you're pickin me up tomorrow?" Dean asked as they pulled up to the dorm.
"Yep. Where we goin anyway?" Diamond replied.
"That's a surprise." Diamond smiled and watched him get out.
"Oh! Do you want your jacket back?" she yelled, starting to take it off.
"No," Dean said. "You're gonna need it. Dress warm tomorrow." Michelle crawled from the backseat and plopped in the passenger seat.
"By Dean," she said sweetly, waving to him.
"Goodbye Michelle," he breathed. The girls laughed as they drove off.
"What do you think of my new look?" Diamond asked Michelle.
"New look?" Michelle questioned.
"Yeah, the leather jacket. How does it look on me?"
"Honestly, it looks pretty good." Diamond smiled. "Better than all the stuck-up rich girl clothes you wear."
"I'm not stuck up," Diamond defended herself.
"Just playin. So you and Dean are goin out again," Michelle stated. Diamond smiled. She couldn't wait for the next day to come.
"They have the day off and he said he wanted to see me again."
The same day while Team U.S.A. was at practice, Dean couldn't concentrate and neither could Fulton. They both had their minds on Michelle and Diamond. And Coach Bombay was not happy with the way two of his best players were performing.
"So where you takin her?" Fulton asked as they did sprints.
"Here," Dean answered. "I'm gonna take her skating."
"How do you even know she skates? And she's not gonna have her own."
"I'm bringin some for her."
"How do you know what size she is?"
"I asked Michelle while you were asleep and Diamond was in the bathroom."
"Come on Portman! This is hockey not golf!" Bombay yelled. Dean sighed and continued doing his sprints while swinging his stick.