DISCLAIMER: I do not own Degrassi or anything associated with it. If I did, things would be a LOT different.
A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait. :( I have to admit, I HATE this chapter. I'm going to edit it later. So, this is really sloppy. But I owe it to all the lovely readers, I posted it anyway. This is the first appearance of Samson! Ellie's dog. Yeah. I just had to put him in there. He's a German Shepard puppy. Heehee. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. I'm having a horrible block and I need some lovin' to make it go away! TT3TT
Once Sean entered the apartment, his eyes were scanning it closely, curious of how his ex was living. The walls were a deep crimson adorned by art and vintage movie posters with the occasional band poster. He nodded in approval--very Ellie. There was a small sofa facing a decent sized television and the coffee table in between the two held fashion magazines and scented candles. On his right was a small kitchen area and directly in front of him was a hallway containing two rooms.
He was soon greeted by the loud barking of a dog. A German Shepard puppy rushed out of the hallway, teeth bared and hackles raised. Sean stiffened and backed away slightly.
"Samson," Ellie warned, stepping forward and pointing a stern finger at the dog, "Be nice."
The dog whined slightly, but grabbed a rawhide in his mouth and retreated into the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," Ellie laughed, "He's only used to Marco. I got him when I first moved in."
"A home isn't a home without a pet. . ." Sean mumbled, looking down at his shoes. His mind began to wander to Ferret Bueller. God, he loved that weasel. It was like their baby, and even though Sean always tried to show disgust toward the rodent, he loved it. He wondered what happened to it, since he once read ferrets could live up to ten years, fourteen if you really tried.
"Bueller. . ." Ellie began, as if reading his mind, "He. . Uh, He chewed on an electrical cord." She bit her lip and looked away. "A couple months after you left."
Sean nodded slowly. He wanted to whine and yell, ask her why she hadn't told him about the death of his beloved weasel. Instead he chewed on the inside of his cheek and looked away. He needed to change the subject. He looked around the room.
"Uh. Nice place for. . ." He murmured, the size of the apartment finally registering. It wasn't that small, but his (their) old place was bigger. "For…"
"For a piece of crap?" Ellie laughed, tossing her keys into a bowl on the kitchen counter, which doubled as a bar. She sighed, grateful for the change of subject. "One of the many benefits for having a gay best friend."
She moved around the apartment and settled in the kitchen. "Do you want anything?" Ellie asked, opening the fridge door and looking up to meet his gaze. Their eyes met for a single second before she quickly moved her gaze to Samson, who was lying down and happily gnawing on his bone. She felt that familiar pain in her chest. She peeked back up at him, careful not to make eye-contact, and noticed he was soaking wet. This realization brought the drenched feeling upon her, as well.
"Let me go get your some dry clothes. . ." Ellie murmured softly, before disappearing into her room.
Sean fidgeted slightly. Well, this is awkward. He sighed before slipping off his boots slowly. He figured he might as well start taking off his dripping clothes. He started unbuttoning his uniform coat. Unfortunately, his undershirt was soaked, too.
Ellie sifted through the bottom drawer of her dresser, where she kept other's clothes if they somehow found their way into her clutches. Let's see: Paige's camisole. . . Ashley's tattered jeans. . .Dylan's practice jersey. . . Marco's duckie pajama bottoms. Those would work. Now for a shirt. She held her breath and dug deeper into the drawer. Her hands grasped around a large shirt before yanking it out and slamming the drawer shut.
She looked down at Jesse's shirt in her hands. Images of him and Caitlin flooded her thoughts. She set her jaw and gripped the shirt tighter. More than anything, she wanted to rip it to shreds and burn it. But not it had a better home. With Sean. She stood and walked into the front room.
Ellie's emerald eyes widened once they met with Sean's bare chest. He was peeling off his undershirt, his abs rippling and bulging when he raised her arms over his head. He rose a brow when he spotted her, mouth agape as she stood frozen in the hallways. Once she met his questioning look, she shook her head and tossed the clothes at him. He caught the articles of clothing with ease--only using one hand.
"I guess I'll drop your stuff off at the dry-cleaners." Ellie thought out loud as Sean pulled on the shirt. He nodded and gently folded the his wet clothes. Ellie watched him for a moment before turning back top her room. She lazily slipped off her clothes, kicking off her stubborn jeans around her ankles, and pulled on her usual bed-time attire: a large shirt that reached her mid-thigh and read 'THE CORE'. She bit her lip--maybe she should put on something else. The redhead pulled on a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.
When Ellie found her way into the front room, Sean looked up at her from the couch. Samson sat on his feet and gingerly licked at his knuckles. She gave him a small smile and sat next to him, making sure not to have any physical contact with him. He leaned back when the puppy decided to jump onto the sofa and lay himself on top of the blonde man.
"What kind of movies you got?" Sean yawned, folding his arms behind his head and stretching his legs. He wasn't going to let an other awkward moment come between them.
"Not much. Marco kinda has our whole collection." She stated, jumping up to look through a small stack of DVDs. "Let's see…" She murmured softly, beginning to read off what she had.
"Girl, Interrupted?" She suggested, not bothering to look up at him.
"Hated it." Sean commented. It reminded him or her, which was painfull.
"The Virgin Suicides?"
"No, thank you."
"Factory Girl?"
"Not a fan of the '60s."
"Lord of the Rings?"
"Never seen it. . ."
"What?!" Ellie whipped around to look at him with a surprised look on her face. "You've never seen the Lord of the Rings?" He nodded. "Well, we're going to have a movie marathon, then." She said with a smile, gingerly grabbing three DVD cases from the pile.
He sighed and managed to hide a smile. There was no fighting Ellie. Her powers of charm were much stronger than he's 'I-don't-give-a-shit' persona.
After she popped the DVD in, she disappeared down the hallway and came back with a pillow and a few blankets.
"Up," Ellie commanded. He obeyed and ushered Samson off the couch. After she made a small bed for him, she waved him to sit (again, he obeyed) and went off to turn off most of the lights. Once she sat down again, she grinned widely and pushed play on the remote.
Sean let a sight and propped the side of his face on his raised arm.
By the time the third movie was over, Sean has a large grin plastered on his face.
"Wow! I really thought that would be horrible. I mean there were a few geeky bits, and a few boring ones--I mean, all that walking?! Jeeze!--but it was great." Sean chirped, turning off the DVD player when the credits started to roll.
"I guess you could call me a nerd. I officially love the Lord of the Rings." He chuckled, shaking his head lightly. "Huh, Elle?"
No response.
"Elle?" He looked over at her to see why he was getting the silent treatment. I guess he got his answer, seeing that a smile peeled over his lips.
Ellie sat hunched toward him slightly, drowned in the blankets she provided for him. Her eyes were shut peacefully and her red locks dipped over her face slightly. He could tell she was dreaming by the small creases in her forehead.
"Guess I gotta get you to bed, missy," Sean laughed softly, carefully removing the blanket.
Sean gently gathered the sleeping red-head in his arms and lifted her up with ease. She was always a petite little thing, plus his great strength added to the ease of picking her up. He held his breath as he cradled her, all-too familiar feelings coming back. His heart sped up, but he ignored it, beginning to carry the girl to his room.
He nudge the door open with his foot and slowly carried her in. He looked around before going toward the her bed, which was just a few mattresses stacked on the floor. The wall her bed lay against was the only one painted--a deep crimson with splotches of darker red--and had a panoramic picture showcased on it. (Jimmy's, he guessed.) She had nice end-tables with candles perched upon them and a small television on one. Where there should have been a wall to the right was a large sliding glass door, which led to a small balcony.
Sean gently laid Ellie on the bed and covered her with her large, white cloud-like comforter. She sighed pleasantly in her sleep and snuggled her head into her pillow.
"Goodnight, Elle," He whispered softly. Everything in him wanted to lean down and kiss her. He wanted to be the reason why she was smiling to beautifully in her sleep. He slightly gave into his heart, leaning down to press his cold lips to her warm forehead. He breathed in, smelling that familiar strawberry scent of her favorite conditioner.
Sean had to force himself to leave the room and pathetically pull himself into his own make-shift bed, where Samson was found curled up on top of his pillow. At least he could get all the kisses he wanted in his dreams.