Chapter 3: Close Call
Dean... was... bored. Michelle had given them permission to stay over at her house while they were in town and refused to let them do anything. Dean wasn't enjoying his leisure time. He wanted to do something. So he decided to sneak into the kitchen and actually teach himself to use a mop. The floor was soaked and he was trying to get it cleaned up when he heard the door open.
"Guys?" Michelle called. Dean carefully made his way toward the doorway. Michelle leaned on the doorframe and laughed, "You trying to create a pool in here?"
Dean slipped a little and shook his head, "I hate mops. Never, EVER using one again. Ever."
He stepped in an especially large puddle and slipped, knocking Michelle's feet out from under her. She landed on top of him and her head came close to hitting against his with full force.
"Ow," Dean said, "You've gotten heavier."
"I'm twenty-six, Dude," she said.
Dean laughed, seeming insanely comfortable with the present situation, "That's exactly what I told Sammy when I went to pick him up from Stanford."
"Funny," she breathed, "Are you feeling as weird as me right now?"
"Weird? What?"
"I mean, I'm laying on top of you in the middle of a soaked floor."
"Nope, that's not weird. Just wet. Wet isn't bad. That sounds bad. You know what I mean, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, now what? 'Cause I'm afraid of what would happen if I were to try to stand up."
"You're so never mopping again. Ever."
"No problem. Seriously, what do you want to do while we're down here?"
"That sounds really wrong."
"I know, and I just noticed that. Please ignore that sentence. Wanna talk?"
"About what?"
"About how close your face just got to mine, maybe?"
"Does it bother you?"
"Not a bit."
"So, then why talk about that?"
"'Cause I might do something. Nothing drastic, but yeah."
"Yeah, because that would be bad, huh?"
"Possibly."
"So, seriously. Focus. You don't want to get up, so let's talk about something. What do you want to talk about?"
"Your face keeps getting closer. I'm not even kidding here."
"So stop stalling and kiss me already."
He smiled and put his hand on the back of her neck. Their faces met needily. She put her hand behind his head and sighed as someone knocked on the door.
"Crap," she said, "Someone has awful timing. Time to get up."
She pushed herself up, kissed Dean while he was still down, and walked to answer the door.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
A/N Oooohhh. Suspense. Muahahahahahahahahahaha! Please review! AUSSIE SMILES!!!!!!!!!
