Saturday

Renee woke up and turned over, realizing that she had fallen asleep on the couch. It didn't surprise her when she saw Dean, still asleep, next to her with a melted ice pack on his forehead. His mouth was wide open and his snoring apparent.

She rolled her eyes and looked around to find that her nose caught onto a savory smell coming from the kitchen. Curiosity bit her roughly, encouraging her to investigate. Renee made her way to the small kitchen and peered over the bar, seeing Brie cooking what she assumed was breakfast.

"What is that? It smells amazing." Renee sat down on a barstool and clasped her hands together as if she were begging for food.

Brie turned over and flashed her friend a sugary smile. "Vegan omelets." With one last flip in the pan, Brie shifted the omelet onto a plate before seasoning it with pepper. "I'm surprised you had enough ingredients for me to whip this up, but I won't complain."

Renee nodded. "You're in a much better mood."

The brunette placed her plate on the bar and nodded. "I forgot how relaxing it was to sleep up here. The entire atmosphere is so soothing."

"Tell that to Dean – the gamboling machine – over there."

Brie chuckled and looked over at their incapacitated friend. "What made him decide to slide down the stairs on a mattress exactly?"

"He bet Seth that he could hold his breath underwater for a longer period of time. Then, he lost that bet." Renee smiled at the memory of Dean whining as she placed a frozen icepack over the bump on his forehead. "He's adorable."

Brie, who noticed the bright smile, couldn't help but mimic the expression. "I expected you two to be cute, but I never imagined you would be this cute."

Renee continued to watch her boyfriend sleep and thought about all that they'd been through since Brie and Roman broke up. Dean was never the quiet kind until it was time for him to own up to his emotions. It took him forever to tell Renee how he felt and when he finally did it felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted up off of his shoulders. After his revelation, he swore that he would never hide his feelings from her again.

It was a sweet gesture, but after a while, Renee grew tired of hearing about every little feeling Dean had about the world.

A few more minutes of staring at the sleeping Dean passed and then a groggy Lana came stomping down the stairs. "Good morning," she spat.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Lana pouted and lifted up her shirt, showing her friends a strange rash on her abdomen. "I think I came in contact with poison ivy."

While Brie grimaced, Renee let out a soft chuckle. "We told you not to chase that rabbit into the bushes."

"I was drunk! Anything you say to me when I'm drunk goes in one ear and stays in my dormant brain until I sober up." Lana shook her head, dropped her shirt down, and sat next to her blonde friend at the bar. Without asking, Lana reached across and stole a bite of Brie's omelet before spitting it back out. "What is that? It tastes like shit."

"It was my breakfast." Brie slid her – now – empty plate into the sink before turning back to them. "What's our plan for the rest of the day?"

Lana shrugged. "I'll probably spend the remainder of my time here in and out of bed."

Renee rolled her eyes at her crankier friend. "Good. It will give you a chance to recover from your hangover."

"It was three margaritas," Lana defended.

"It was three margaritas too many," Renee refuted. She looked up at Brie, who was standing awkwardly in front of the bickering duo. "I'm going to take a shower."

She sat in silence on the dock, watching her friends row away in a narrow canoe on the lake, for so long that Roman was beginning to think that she would never get in the water herself. He had just gotten off the phone with Summer, who spent the entire time complaining about her co-stars, and wanted to relax; but, seeing Brie look so blue about something he was unaware of made him stop in his tracks.

There he was, standing behind her. There she was, with her back to him and her hand covering her eyes from the sun.

There they were, feet apart in distance and miles apart in emotion.

"You getting in there?"

Brie's hand clenched slightly at the sound of his voice. Without turning around, she spoke. "I'm thinking about it."

Roman nodded and slowly made his way towards her before sitting down with her at the edge of the dock. "Do you want to continue talking about everything we started discussing last night?"

"There isn't anything to talk about," she replied. Turning her head so they were facing one another, Brie felt her bottom lips quiver slightly at his presence. "What's done is done."

"You make it sound like everything is over."

"Well, isn't it? Isn't that why Lana made everybody come out here?"

Roman shrugged cautiously. "It doesn't feel like the ending to me."

Noticing how close they were sitting, Brie cleared her throat and looked away. "So...Summer's the one?"

"Would it be fair to say I'm unsure?"

Brie chose not to respond. How could she? What words were there to fully explain the emotions she was feeling within that moment?

Roman jerked his head towards her, his long hair gently blowing behind him in the breeze. Her hair was swimming through the air as well, only she appeared much more graceful to him than he remembered her ever being. Her skin was glowing in the setting sun. Her lips were moist, probably because she constantly licked at them when nervous. Her eyes were soft and watchful. She was a mystery to him, even after all the years he'd known her.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Brie refused to look at him as she applied more pressure to her shoulders, leaning forward towards the water. "I'm the one who asked."

The man nodded and raked a hand through his hair. "You never actually told me why you weren't leaving your room yesterday."

Brie shrugged. "I didn't want to."

"That's it?"

"Should I have a better reason?"

"Well, yeah." Roman chuckled through his words until he noticed she didn't seem to find their conversation humorous. Uncomfortably shifting so that his hands were in his lap and he was slightly hunched over, Roman gestured towards the lake ahead of them with his head. "What could possibly make you want to avoid this lake? We had a lot of fun here, once."

"Key word being once."

Roman gave another glance at Brie, remembering the last time they'd had a real conversation. It was right before she exited the room to endure a panic attack. He wanted to ask about it and make sure all was well, but the words didn't escape his eager lips.

Rather, he sighed. "If you won't jump in..."

"Then what–"

Without letting her finish, Roman shoved her into the water. Renee and Dean, who were doing all the rowing while Seth relaxed in the back of the canoe, turned around when they heard the loud splash behind them. The blonde-haired woman couldn't help but smirk to herself at the sight.

Roman watched the water around her form hectic rings until she slowly floated back up to the surface.

With a gasp of air, Brie ran one hand over her face so she could safely open her eyes. She looked up at Roman, who was smiling so proudly that not even the slightest hint of anger in her veins could display itself on her face. A friendly smile curved onto her lips.

"How's the water?"

Brie looked up at Roman, whose feet were dangling freely over the edge of the dock, and shook her head. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Roman was too heavy for Brie to pull down without a supportive ground beneath her, but he didn't gloat. As Brie wrapped her hands around his ankle to attempt dragging him into the water, Roman pushed himself off the wood beneath him and sunk down next to her.

From a distance, Renee and Dean watched the two laugh as they swam around one another. The blonde, who couldn't wipe the smile from her face, was noticed by her aching boyfriend.

"What are you smiling about? They're just being dorks."

Renee nodded. "Which they haven't done in years..."

"Nothing is going to happen," he warned.

His comment forced Renee to roll her eyes. She dipped a hand into the water and brought it back up with some water, splashing it in his face. "Don't you have some stairs to fall down?"

Once Roman reached the surface of the water, he instinctively wrapped his arms around the brunette's waist, lifting her slightly. For a moment they both laughed. They laughed carelessly, their inhibitions seemingly gone. They just...laughed.

With the feeling of Roman's strong hands pressed against her bare back, Brie allowed herself to slide back down into the water so that they were staring at one another from inches apart. She didn't know what she was doing – neither did he. They stopped laughing and were just staring.

An intense – familiar – burning sensation bubbled in Brie's stomach. Her lips trembled and she could feel tears behind her eyes. They stopped staring and just stood there, floating in the water with their bodies slightly intertwined. Brie decided to move away and pretend that their little moment didn't happen, but before she could inch away, she was pulled even closer until no space existed between them.

Roman didn't even care. He tugged her forward and pressed his lips around hers, taking in the taste of her skin. A kiss that was initiated feverishly turned passionate before dwindling into a gentle peck and the two pulled apart.

Renee and Dean had already gone too far into the lake to see what unfolded near the dock. Seth's eyes were closed as his body soaked in the last remaining minutes of sunshine before the sky went dark. The only person who witnessed the adulterous moment was a shocked Lana.

A shocked Lana who just so happened to be watching from her window. A shocked Lana who held in her hands a camera with its recording light on.

A camera with its lens pointed directly at Roman and Brie.

a/n: Oh...Lana...you sneaky, sneaky woman...

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With love. :)