Dean knocked on Lucy's door. For some reason, he was nervous.
'Why the hell am I so nervous? It's not like this is my first time meeting her!'
Soon, the door opened.
"Hey there," Lucy said.
She looked splendid as usual to Dean. She had her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a sports bra with a tank and workout pants.
"Hello, lovely," Dean said, giving her a hug.
She smelled like flowers.
"Ready for me to kick your butt?" Lucy said.
"Maybe," Dean said.
Lucy was pretty quiet in the car. Dean didn't think too much of it. Fortunately, the radio didn't make things too awkward. But Dean really enjoyed listening to Lucy speak. He loved her facial expressions and everything. Her very presence lit up his entire day. But this time, she didn't say anything. Just sat in the passenger seat, looking at the window with a sad look in her eye.
Lucy was soon vigorously hitting the punching bags.
"Harder. Harder," Dean said.
Sweat was dripping from Lucy. She didn't stop to take any breaks.
"Again!" Dean said.
He was impressed with Lucy but she looked like she had something on her mind. The look in her eyes told everything. But she just didn't want to admit it.
"You can stop now," Dean then said to Lucy.
Lucy ignored him and kept hitting the punching bag.
"Lucy?"
Punch. Punch. Kick.
"Lucy!"
"Huh?"
"Did you not hear me calling your name right in front of you? What's going on? You haven't been yourself today," Dean said.
"It's nothing. Really, it isn't Dean," Lucy said.
Dean handed her a towel.
"I'm not trying to pry or anything, but something is bothering you but you just don't want to admit it," Dean said.
"I'm telling you it's nothing."
"And I'm telling you it is."
"Please, don't."
"Don't do what? Care? I'm sorry, but I care," Dean said.
"Why do you care about me all of a sudden?"
"Because I'm starting to develop feelings for you, that's why!"
Lucy stared at him.
"You're developing feelings for me?"
"Yes. Yes I am."
The two of them looked at each other for a moment.
"Sorry," Dean said.
Lucy threw the towel on the ground and walked up to Dean.
Dean stared straight into Lucy's brown eyes. Lucy stared back into Dean's blue eyes. Before they knew it, their lips locked.
Dean immediately grabbed Lucy's ass and squeezed her butt. Lucy wrapped her arms around Dean's neck. Their tongues met each other. The two were then French kissing the hell out of each other. Dean picked Lucy up and attacked her neck with kisses. Dean pinned her against the wall. He felt himself getting hard.
The only sounds from them were moans and groans. Dean then laid Lucy on the floor. Both of them didn't care if it was clean or not. Lucy yanked Dean's shirt off of him, revealing his delicious torso. Lucy rubbed her hands all over Dean. Dean returned the favor by taking Lucy's tank off too. Dean gave Lucy wet kisses all over her neck and even kissed her chest.
The air was getting extremely hot between them. The longer they made out the hornier both of them became.
Dean was about to take of Lucy's bra when she stopped him. She looked up at Dean. Dean looked back her and knew that she wanted to stop. He got off of her and helped her to her feet. He picked up her tank and handed it to her and slipped his shirt back on. Lucy quickly put the tank on and grabbed her things while Dean got ready to lock the gym up.
The two lovebirds didn't say anything to each other in the car. Once Dean got Lucy to her house, he spoke up.
"I'm going to walk you to your door."
And he did just that. He watched as Lucy found her house keys. Lucy was about to step inside the house but turned around and gave Dean a hug. Dean hugged her back. He didn't want to let go but he knew he had to.
"Thanks for tonight," Lucy said quietly.
"You're welcome," Dean said.
Lucy went inside her home and closed the door. She leaned against the door, listening to Dean walk down the stairs, get into his car, and drive away.
Dean did not want to go home. He wanted to be with Lucy. But in the gym before he could go any further she stopped him. Dean wasn't going to pressure Lucy anything until she said it was okay. Dean understood the word no, unlike some people. He respected Lucy. He adored her. He was even falling in love with her.
Dean would lay in bed later on that night wondering what Lucy was doing. He really hoped she wasn't freaked about them making out. He decided to pay her a visit the next morning.
Dean got up earlier than he usually did and slipped on his favorite pair of jeans (probably the only pair he actually likes), shoes, a grey t-shirt, and his favorite black leather jacket. He stopped by the local flower shop to pick up some flowers for Lucy. He tried not to trip over a cat that ran in front of him.
"Damn cat," Dean said.
He finally reached Lucy's house.
But what he saw made his heart sank down to his feet.
Lucy was sitting outside on her front porch with suitcases. Dean stopped his car and got out.
"Lucy," Dean said.
Lucy gave him a grave look.
"Hey, what's going on," Dean said.
He looked beside Lucy and saw an eviction noticed. Yesterday was her last day to have moved.
"Lucy..." Dean said, sitting down beside her.
"My sister's sick as well," Lucy said. "Doctor's haven't given her much time."
"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"You can help by getting away from me."
"What?"
"I didn't stutter."
"I'm trying to help, Lucy."
"You're trying to help yourself to some sex from me!"
"Lucy, look-"
"Shut up, Dean!"
Lucy had gotten up.
"I'm not going to shut up. What the fuck is your problem?"
Lucy didn't say anything. Just stared at Dean.
"Look, I'm trying to help you."
"I'm sorry, Dean. Please...forgive me?" Lucy said, her voice getting weak.
Dean hugged her.
"Don't cry, Luce," Dean said.
Dean put Lucy's bags in the trunk of his car and got back into the car.
"These are for you," Dean said, reaching into the backseat and showing Lucy the flowers that he bought her.
"Dean," Lucy said. "You're too kind."
"Like I said before, anything for you," Dean said.
Lucy took the flowers.
"Thank you so much," she said, smiling a little.
"You're welcome," Dean said. "How about I take you out to eat? How does IHOP sound?"
"Sounds great. I was about to get my grub on before I was kicked out of my house. My boyfriend dumped me and left me and left the house to go to shit," Lucy said.
"So that's was what was going on. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to burden you," Lucy said.
"You're not a burden. You're a blessing. You're the reason why I enjoy waking up everyday. Don't you ever think of yourself as a burden," Dean said.
"I am too. I'll never amount to nothing," Lucy said.
Dean pulled into the parking lot of IHOP, parked the car, and turned it off. He looked dead into Lucy's eyes.
"I want you to know something. And you better hear me good. I am not going to sit here and let you talk bad about yourself. When I first met you, I knew I struck gold. You're a beautiful woman that I enjoy being around. Around me, you will speak nothing but positive thoughts about yourself. Around me, you will THINK nothing but positive thoughts about yourself. The more you talk bad about yourself, the more I'm going to keep reminding you to stop. Now, let's try this again: you are not a burden. Are you?"
Lucy shook her head slightly.
"No. No, I'm not a burden."
"Why aren't you a burden, Lucy?"
"Because I'm beautiful, pretty, smart, hardworking, loveable, slightly bad tempered."
"And THAT'S what I should've heard the first time," Dean said. "Now, I'm not trying to lecture you but you're just too damn gorgeous to be sad right now!"
Lucy giggled.
"There's that million dollar smile. Come on, let's go eat."
