DON'T GO, CHAPTER TWO

Sorry Guys! I couldn't update sooner because my computer broke! I'll try and update sooner this time :)

So, some people are wondering wether Dimitri takes Tasha's offer in the end... Well, i dn't quite know yet, but at heart i'm a real Dimitri/Rose fan :D

~ Ashxx


He brushed the hair back from my face with a sad smile. I smiled back shakily and wiped the tears away from my face. I probably looked like crap. Well, at least I wasn't snotting everywhere. "Sorry about that," I apologised.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." He sounded so surprised.

"I don't cry very often, and you shouldn't have had to see that. Nobody should have had to see that," I told him. "It was probably really gross," I added. Dimitri looked at me for a while before saying "I'm sorry for making you cry."

Well... What did he expect me to say? I couldn't say that it wasn't his fault because really, it was. I couldn't really say that it didn't matter either, so I just shrugged. Apparently I didn't fool him though because he pulled me back against him and whispered into my hair, "I really am sorry."

"Shit happens," I shrugged. He looked into my eyes. "I mean it," he pressed.

"So do I. Shit happens. It's a fact of life. Not a particularly nice one but we just have to deal and make the best of whatever is thrown at us."

He looked at me in surprise and shock. It was a common reaction for people when I said something deep and meaningful. So in typical Rose Hathaway fashion, I winked at him. "Who's dishing out the Zen lessons now, huh?" I teased, smiling for real now. He grinned. "The student becomes the teacher." I thought of a few other things I could teach him, but I kept them to myself. Instead I just laughed. He laughed with me too, and for a moment, it felt wonderful to release all the tension and feel happy. And God, I loved his laugh.

When we stopped laughing, I grabbed his hands and stood, pulling him up with me. "C'mon, I seriously need to get some food." Right on cue, my stomach grumbled, which caused both of us to laugh. "Alright then, we'll find you some food. I'm not surprised you're hungry, it's quite late," he replied, staring up at the sky. I could feel the conversation fast becoming sad again, so I decided to steer it away. "And it's me," I pointed out, walking back towards the buildings. He looked at me, puzzled. "Oh, come on. You've got to have noticed the way I eat by now. Most girls don't eat in a week what I can easily consume within a day."

"That's good," he replied, walking beside me. "Most girls don't eat enough." I gave him a look. That was so not my point.

"Fine," he allowed. "I know what you're talking about. But it's not a bad thing. It's kind f amusing. And I think it's kind of... cute."

Well, he let that slip. "Okay, so eating huge amounts of food is now cute?" I asked him. In truth, I wanted to hit him. Rose Hathaway is not cute. She is an awesome fighting death machine. He must have seen because he smirked. "Okay, so maybe cute isn't the right word. But I like it. It shows that you're being open and not just trying to impress people. Plus, when girls don't eat it makes me feel rude."

I grinned. "No chance of that here. The only problem is if you can eat as much as me."

He smirked. "You'd be surprised." I noticed then that we were heading towards the guardian building. "Hey, I thought we were getting food!" I protested.

"We are. The cafeteria will be shut by now. The only place open is the guardians' kitchen, and even that will probably be deserted."

Sure enough, when we walked into the kitchen (and offside eating area) it was empty. Dimitri walked into the kitchen and leaned back against the counter. "What do you want to eat," he asked me. I joined him, leaning against the wall opposite. "Surprise me."

He pulled out bread, butter, salad stuff and some cold chicken. Seeming to consider, he pulled out a jar of Nutella as well. "Chocolate!" I exclaimed. Dimitri smiled and began making a few salad sandwiches. I moved over to help him, but he pushed my hands away. "I'm making the food," he insisted. I was impressed. He was the only guy I knew who actually bothered to cook when they had the choice. Well, except for Christian. And we all knew that Christian wasn't quite right. Dimitri finished up the sandwiches, sliding a bunch of chicken salad and a few Nutella sandwiches onto a large plate. He pulled orange juice from the fridge, filled a few cups, and placed them onto the table along with the plate of sandwiches in the middle. I sat across from him and we talked while we ate.

And we really talked, It wasn't just idle conversation; it was quite deep. By the end of the night, we'd both learnt a lot about each other- our favourites; colours, music, books (yes, I had read some), movies, etc. He told me about Russia and his family and I told him about what it was like when Lissa and I ran away. We talked briefly about my upcoming finals- which he assured me I would do fine in, as long as I kept practising- and he told me how he became stationed as a guardian here. We even joked about Headmistress Kirova- she really was such a bitch- and told a few really bad, very corny jokes.

I loved every minute of it, leaning towards him, smiling and laughing often. It was a fantastic night- absolutely amazing. It would stay in my mind forever. It was even almost good enough to make me forget about the morning.

Almost.


So, that's that! Please review, I'll try to update soon! Thanks! ILYA!

~Ashxx