That Lullaby: Chapter 2
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I'm going with the same dialogue because I wanted to go with the same lines of the book, just in Dexter's POV. If you're going to actually read the whole story, expect some skipping around on my part.
This one happens when Jennifer Anne and Chris left Remy for Dexter to bring home after her mother's wedding to Don.
Hope you like it…
Oh, yeah! Now, instead of Remy's bad words being x's, they are now replaced with the Bleep. (Thanks Rogue!)
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I had just sat down with a plate of food in front of me, along with a beautiful girl. Not just any beautiful girl, mind you, but the girl of my dreams.
"They left you," I said, happy I could drive her home. Extra time with her might make her like me a little bit more.
"Who did?" She asked, uncomprehending.
"Chris and Jennifer Anne," I said. Boy, what a cool couple, even if they were a little strange. I started in on the cake.
"What?" She asked. "they left?"
"They were tired." I swallowed so I'd have time to think up a good explanation as to why I'd drive her home… or a distraction. Whichever worked best. "Jennifer Anne said she had to go because she had an early seminar at the convention center." I rambled on, even when she started to look upset, I couldn't tell if it was angry upset, sad upset, or just plain old upset. "She's very bright, that girl. She thinks I might have a future in the corporate and private leisure activity. Whatever that means."
She still looked upset, and I still had no clue what kind of upset. I was walking across a minefield, here, I had to tread lightly.
"Anyway, I said it was fine," here it comes… the determining words of her mood… "because when you showed up we'd just give you a ride."
"We." She deadpanned.
I specified, "Me and the guys."
"They're gone, too," she said.
I froze at the irked look on her face. "They WHAT?"
"They left," she said to me as if she thought me mentally unstable. "they beeped the horn first." Was she defending them?!
"Oh, man, I thought I heard the horn. Typical."
Then, I just forgot about it. I mean, what was the worry going to do? The stress? Just give me gray hair, make me prematurely old.
I was glad I did, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy the fact that she got up and sat down next to me. With no worry or stress, I enjoyed it that much more.
"Ah," I teased. "Finally, she comes around."
"Don't get too excited." Then, at that moment, she looked so bone-deep tired that I actually worried that she would keel over, dead faint. "I'm just getting up the energy to call a cab."
"You," I decided, "should try some of this cake." I pushed my plate to her. "here." "I don't want any cake," she snapped
"It's really good." I put much emphasis on the really. "It doesn't taste chalky at all."
"I'm sure it doesn't," she sighed, "but I am fine."
"You probably didn't even get any, right?" I guessed, wiggling my fork in front of her nose. "Just try it."
"No." She deadpanned.
"Come on," I tried luring her in.
"No," she persisted.
"Mmmmm…" I poked the fork through another chunk, "So tasty."
"You are really bleeping me off."
I shrugged, going back to the idea I had when I first walked away from her in the car dealership, and gave her some space.
We watched the cleaning people in silence for a little while.
"So," I said, making small talk, "is this your mom's first remarriage?"
"Fourth," she said. I blinked, surprised. "She's made a career of it."
"Got you beat," I sort of teased. "my mom's on her fifth."
\ She tried not to look impressed. "Really." I nodded, glad we had at least this in common until we got to know each other better.
We talked a little more until she left in her cab. While I walked home I was alone, but content by myself, with my thoughts about Remy. And about how many ways I could kill the guys for leaving us.
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