AN: okay so I realized that I spelled Dean's last name wrong last chapter but I can explain. You see there's this teacher at my school who's last name is Lowry, without an "e" as you can see so since I'd never seen Dean's last name spelled out before I wrote that chapter I just assumed that it was spelled the same way then I found out otherwise. Just thought I'd clear that up. Oh and I did "intensive" character study on Dean (I have notes to prove it) to try and make him more in character so hopefully my attempts succeeded. Alrighty now here we goooo...
After a long yet enjoyable flight, we finally reached Kiev. Getting off the plane I could feel my heart pounding, faster and faster. As soon as I stepped onto the tarmac, I wanted to just kiss the ground but honestly, it was too damn filthy and the last thing I wanted to do was get sick again. I paused, taking it all in. I felt strangely at home. Even though I'd never been here before, I felt some sort of connection with the ground, the sky, the signage, everything around me. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Dean, who was the only one off the plane after me.
"Are you just gonna stand there or are you coming?" he asked, startling me a bit.
I shook my head a bit, bringing it back to earth "Yeah, yeah, I'm right behind you" I said, smiling "I just- I can't believe I'm here"
"Well if you don't get moving then I guess you're gonna be stuck here alone," his tone was one that I've always had trouble describing. It was sort of that tone that men tend to use when they're trying to get you to go somewhere with them, sort of flirty sounding.
"No, no, I'm coming" I assured him.
We started walking towards the terminal to catch a cab.
"Hey, just out of curiosity, what hotel are you at?" I inquired.
"Some place called Hotel-" he paused on the name "Ukrayina, I think. Why?"
"Oh nothing-" I responded, smirking a little, "I just happen to be staying there as well"
"Oh really?" he teased "I guess you have no excuse to bail on me then"
"And why would I want to bail on you?" I asked, flirting a little.
Dean just shrugged "Never can tell with girls like you."
I scoffed, "Girls like me?"
"You know," he said "Deadheads"
I smiled, "Well I guess I just care enough not to let you loose yourself"
He turned to me, looking confused "Wait, I thought I was supposed to be saving you from getting lost"
"Well, I'm sure that you know your way around but I didn't know that you could read the cyrillic alphabet and speak ukrainian" I said, cynically.
"You speak ukrainian?" he asked, suprised.
"Yup" I answered, "I mean, everything here's gonna be in russian, with the soviets and all but I'm much better off trying to decode russian than you are"
"Can't argue with that" he agreed
We continued our conversation for the whole cab ride to the hotel. It was mostly pointless banter and a bit of flirting. When we reached the hotel it turned out that our rooms just happened to be next to each other.
"What are the odds?" I jested, with a clear, flirty undertone in my voice "Well, I guess I'll see you in about an hour then"
"An hour?" Dean boggled "How long does it take to get changed?"
"Well I've gotta have a shower as well, it helps my jet lag" I explained, "And then I have to set my hair and do my makeup so I'll be an hour if I hurry"
"Okay" he agreed, sounding slightly reluctant "Just don't leave me hanging"
I shot him a smirk and went into my room. Despite my exhaustion I hurried out of my uniform and into the shower. I probably made it in and out of there in record time, for me anyways. When picking out clothes I was once again reminded why overpacking is not a good idea, especially in a situation like this. I was probably treating this little outing too much like a date but hell, I was starting to really like Dean. Okay so maybe I really liked him but whatever. I finally chose to wear my polka dot dress that I had bought on my first trip to Paris. Afterwords I quickly did my makeup and finished setting my hair. I was then ready to head out.
I looked over at the clock, it had taken me a surprising forty five minutes to do everything. I was pretty damn proud of myself for that. I smiled as I walked next door to Dean's room. I knocked on his three or four times, he was quick to answer.
"You're early" he said, stating the obvious.
"But I'm not late," I countered, "Can I come in?"
"I thought we were going out," he paused, "Unless of course, you'd rather stay in"
"Lead the way," I offered, gesturing at the hall"
He stepped out in front of me, I swore I saw him wink at me but I could have been seeing things. Either way, I followed, smiling uncontrollably. At this point, I felt like this would turn out to be the best night of my life.
AN: okay so maybe the ending of that chapter was a little awkward but I tried okay. God and dialogue tags, don't even get me started on how difficult those are to pick, if you have any tips for writing dialogue please let me know and I will give you a theoretical donut. But seriously, I suck at dialogue tags.