They don't bring it up, and Sam doesn't kiss Holly again. Holly goes to her classes, Sam teaches his, and they fall back into a rhythm. It was a little awkward at first; Holly didn't know what to do. But things fell right back into place. It was almost as if it never happened.

Except, it did. And Holly wished it could happen again. And again. And oh, maybe again. It was strange, though. Holly was so used to taking care of herself, and doing everything on her own. She didn't look to anyone for help unless she absolutely had to, and even then she would always return the favor 10 fold.

With Sam, though, she felt herself slipping. Well, okay, maybe she was clumsily falling face first off of a diving board. She just didn't know what she could do. She was constantly thinking about him and craving his touch. She wanted to hold his hands and play with his hair. To trail her fingers on the nape of his neck.

These thoughts were so cliché and corny that she almost felt like throwing up every time she'd find herself thinking them. Which happened to be at the worst times, like during classes where she should have been learning or when she was waiting for something to cook—she actually managed to burn two dinners already. Thank God for takeout.—and it was honestly a mess. Like diving, there's nothing you can do after you've already fallen, but fall.

Things were evening back out, though. They had their dinner with Dean—which was becoming less frequent. Holly suspects it's because he's spending time with Grace.—and they still watched The Office together at 7, and they even joked around now. Holly wanted to be relieved that they were okay, that they were normal. She really, really wanted to be. But she was craving more; she didn't want to be just friends anymore. Not after I found out what a great kisser he was. Damn. And well okay I mean yeah there's the whole liking him thing but you know.

"God Holly, I thought something happened to you! I haven't seen you in ages." It was a Saturday afternoon, and Holly was back at the diner, making up on lost time. Anna was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, holding Holly's apron in her hand with a grin on her face.

"I'm sorry, Anna. I've been so busy with getting back into the school rhythm and then there was the whole Christmas break thing and I—"

"I know babe. Don't worry about a thing, I'm glad to see your gorgeous face back here. I've missed ya!" She winked, making Holly laugh. Holly slipped off her sweatshirt and took the apron from her Anna's hands, sliding it over her tank top.

"I missed you too. It's pretty dead in here, for a Saturday afternoon."

"Yeah well you just missed the hype. I hired some new help; this one guy actually. He's a real looker; all these young girls come in and gawk at him. Maybe I should set you guys up. You need some sort of a male in your life."

Holly blushed, tugging at her apron. Why did conversations always lead to this? Jesus. "No I—I'm alright, I'll meet him and stuff; he's a worker here too I guess it's bound to happen, but don't…don't set us up or anything."

"Oh? Why not? Is there gossip that I've missed while you were MIA? Come, come, sit." Anna grinned and patted the counter, waiting for her to take a seat on the stool. It was a cute diner, Holly mused. There was a long counter with little stools, for people who wanted a quick coffee in the morning, and then there were booths for people who decided to stay and eat. It was nice. Holly sat and sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"I like this guy," She started. At least she could openly admit it now. "He happens to be Sam, my—"

"YOUR PROFESSOR? THE SEXY ONE?"

"My previous professor. He doesn't teach me anymore, it was only for one semester. And…well I mean I guess he's attractive…really…" She mumbled, looking down at her hands. Her fingers were thin and tiny, but for short fingers, they looked almost graceful. Sam's hands are wonderful. They're strong and soft but not really and—stop it Holly oh my god.

"The guy you're living with, right? OOOHHHH SCANDELOUS THIS IS LIKE ONE OF MY DRAMA SHOWS. Please tell me you're not pregnant."

"NO!" she exclaimed, face even redder than it was before. Honestly, this was not where she wanted the conversation to lead to.

"No," she continued, calmer than before. "I'm not pregnant. Really, really?"

Anna just grinned, a snort escaping her lips. "What? Hey, from what I got, he was really—"

She was cut off by the sound of bells, indicating that someone walked through the door. The girls shot up and Holly fixed her apron, ready to work.

"Table for—"

"Holly?"

Holly froze in her tracks, blinking and turning abruptly, facing the voice that called her name. She knew who it was before she even looked; she was pretty sure that she could recognize that voice anywhere.

"Sam? And…Dean?"

The two men were standing in the doorway of the diner. Sam had a really confused look on his face, but Dean just looked smug. Holly narrowed her eyes.

"You work here?" Sam sounded genuinely curious, and Dean was looking far too innocent. Just what exactly is going on?

"Uh…yeah. This is the diner I work at. What are you guys doing here?"

"Dean got lost while we were going to one of his friends house, and he got hungry, so we stopped at some place to eat…"

"Silly me!" Holly knew this was all a ploy. She just didn't know for what. Dean never gets lost. Ever.

"Right…well, then eat I guess. Oh, Anna, these are my friends Sam and Dean." Holly was pleased when Anna got the whole 'This is Sam the guy who I live with and his brother but this is Sam the guy I was telling you about' internal message she was sending her with her eyes.

Anna's eyes lit up and she smiled, pointing them over to a table. "Take a seat! We're thankfully empty right now. And it's nice to meet you two!" Her eyes stared at their asses as they walked, and she mouthed a 'nice catch' in Holly's direction; causing the younger girl to blush and roll her eyes. Of course.

Holly was used to making their food and giving it to them and all, but this was awkward. They didn't stay too long, and it was more like the four of them—Anna, of course, was part—just hung our for a while, until some other people came.

"Oh, that's right!" Dean exclaimed, just as they were leaving. "I can't believe I forgot!" This dialogue was sounding way too scripted, and Holly watched him with a raised eyebrow.

"Grace and I are going to this club at 7. She said she wanted you and Sam to go, too! Good thing we caught you here, because I'm dropping Sam off and going to her place!"

Her eyebrows narrowed. "I'm a bit busy, I have to get—"

"Dean, I have to prepare what I'm going to be lecturing next wee—"

Holly and Sam started protesting at the same time, but Dean cut them both off.

"Grace isn't going to take no as an answer! Isn't your shift over now, Holly? Perfect timing, look at that! And hey Grace is expecting me, so I'll just leave Sam in your care! See ya both later!" He scribbled the club name down on the back of the receipt and gave it to Sam before running out the door. Holly couldn't miss the look of success on his face. He knew something was up between them. That fucking bastard…

"Is he always so weird?" Anna mused, causing the awkward tension to die down for a bit as they laughed.

"Sad to say, but yes he really is." Sam grinned, and Holly felt her insides melt. Really? Are you for real? I will not be reduced to one of those cliché girls. Nope. Not happening.

"Anyway, you two should get on out of here! Your shift is up. And I don't want to hear you doing work, you hear me? You go have fun! It's the weekend, you can work tomorrow. Go, you hear me Holly?"

Holly didn't know if it was because she was her boss, or if it was because she sounded really persuasive, but she found herself nodding. Sam found himself doing the same.

Anna grinned. "Awesome! I'll see you on Tuesday, Holly! Have fun!" And with that, Holly and Sam were ushered out of the door. They stood in an awkward sort of silence for a moment, wondering what to do.

"I guess if we're going later we should head home? It's already 4. I guess we'll have to get ready…?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

"They made their way to the car, and Holly held out her keys. "Do you want to drive?" Maybe guys like being the one to drive? I don't know…

He smiled. They locked eyes and for a moment it looked like he was going to kiss her again. Or maybe it was just Holly preparing to jump his bones. I dunno. "It's alright, it's your car. We'll take mine when we go meet Dean and Grace at the…club. Thing."

Good God, this was going to be one helluva night.

"Guys, I'm—so…yay! Guys, you made it!" Grace…well, she ungracefully staggered over to them, looking drunk as can be. Dean managed to put an arm around her waist before she plummeted to the ground.

"Well, someone seems to not waste anytime. Hey Grace!" Holly was laughing as Grace pulled her into a hug, literally flying against the shorter girl.

"You look great, Holly! Sam you better make sure she," she took a pause to stop her slurs, "doesn't get hit on! Watch out for her!"

Holly's face tinted pink as Sam just laughed a little. "Alright, you have my word." Something about the way he said it made her spine tingle.

"Alright you two, go get some drinks!" She gave them both sloppy pushes on their backs, forcefully leading them to the direction of the bar, past the crowds of dancing people. Once they were out of sight, Grace straightened herself up and cleared her throat.

"Think I gave a good performance?"

"You looked royally smashed. I'm impressed." Dean grinned at the girl who did a little curtsy. Not that there was much to curtsy with; her dress was like a second skin.

"You're a good brother to him, in a twisted, sort of way."

"I know what he wants before he even wants it. And besides, the tension in my house the past few weeks has been unbearable. These two are really great at avoiding the fucking pink, spotted elephant in the room."

Grace just laughed and pulled Dean over to the dance floor by his sleeve. "Well, no need for tension now. Let's dance."

Sam and Holly, however, weren't having such easygoing luck. They were sitting on stools at the bar, engulfed in a silence. The club might have been loud and full of chatter, but all Holly could focus on was the way his jaw bone quivered every time he swallowed.

"Uh," he started, after some time, "I'll get you a drink?" He intended it as a statement, but it came out as a question, and he stuttered a bit. He mentally cursed at himself.

"Sure!" Shit fuck okay do I get something with alcohol? What if I look sleazy? Okay I'll get something without it. But wait, we're at a BAR. He's going to think I'm some sort of…prude…person thing! I don't know! "I'll take a gin and tonic, please." She made her voice calm, despite her internal conflict.

Sam ordered—and paid—for her drink, and his beer. They sat in awkward silence for a couple of minutes, drowned out with sips of alcohol and music pumping in the background.

"So it was—"

"I was—"

They blinked, both instantly shutting up before erupting into a mutual, pleasant laugh.

"You go first," Holly grinned, starting her second drink.

"No it's okay, ladies first."

"…I forgot."

"…So did I."

The laughter continued, as did their drinks. It was about a half hour later, and well, Holly was kind of drunk. She was a lightweight anyway; it only really took 2 or 3 drinks to affect her small frame.

Sam…Sam looked fine. But he was starting to feel a buzz. And, as Dean had internally predicted, a drunk Sam equals an easily jealous one.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. Wait here." His instructions were clear and Holly blinked her unfocused eyes up at him, nodding. She wasn't wasted, but it wasn't everyday where she drank, so she was feeling…tipsy.

Sam was gone for a few minutes before a man walked up to her. He looked to be around her age, maybe a little older—like Sam?—with a medium build—his shoulders were less broad than Sam's—and brown eyes.—they didn't have flecks of green and gold in them like Sam's did.— Everything always went back to Sam now.

It pissed Holly off. What gave him any right to invade her mind?

"I spotted you over here by yourself, and I figured such a pretty lady shouldn't be on her own. You want to dance?" He didn't really give her a chance to answer, because he took her hand and helped her stand. She was a little out of it, and stumbled over her feet before a warm hand grabbed her bare shoulder.

"Actually, she's not over here by herself. She's with me, and we're going to dance. So, if you'll excuse me…" Sam physically uncurled the man's hand from around her wrist, and pulled Holly into his hold. The shorter man grumbled and walked off, mumbling something about hot girls being taken.

"I told you to stay seated."

"I did! He pulled me!" She was pouting as his arms wound their way around her waist. "What're you doing?"

"If I'm not watching you, someone's going to grab you."

"Why do you care?" It wasn't harsh or bitter, it was purely inquisitive. She honestly wanted to know why he cared so much.

They locked eyes for a moment before watching his jaw quiver, like it does when he gulps, and tries to speak. When he didn't, she brought her eyes up to his again. The flecks of green were really visible when the strobe lights would flash, and instead of being on the dance floor like she'd expected, they were away from the crowd, near a wall.

"I'm still trying to figure that out myself…" With that, his lips were on hers again. Holly doesn't remember whether she pressed closer first, or if he leaned down. It doesn't really matter to her though, because they're finally kissing again thank you God and there's nowhere for him to run off to this time.

Sam's hands were on the small of her back, which was pretty exposed due to the dress she was wearing and she hadn't realized how cold she'd been, until the warmth of his hands spread through her, making her shudder.

Her hands were tugging on his hair hair, encircling his neck; anything she could do to bring herself closer. It was strange; kissing him was different than anyone else she's ever kissed before. Those were just kisses. These were…these were kind of like breathing. They were like taking gulps of pure oxygen after having held your breath for minutes. It has to be the alcohol…

The only actual breathing they did were gasps when absolutely necessary. She was licking his lips and he was pulling her closer and—

And it was over. Some drunk girl plummeted into them, knocking Holly down onto her butt. Their moment of heat was over, and as Sam helped her to her feet again, she broke out in a grin, which led her to laugh. And her laughter was so contagious that Sam was laughing too. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around, almost in an embarrassed and shy sort of way.

"Hey, you guys staying? Grace is passed out; we're going to split." Dean eyed them, flickering his gaze to their hands. They were still locked from when he helped her up.

"Yeah, we'll be going now too." Sam looked to Holly who nodded in agreement. Dean had Grace sprawled across him on piggyback, and he walked first. Holly followed Sam outside as well, embracing the cool, outside air. It chilled the heat and butterflies that coiled in her stomach.

I wonder what this means.

aw hey there guys :D how's everyone doing?

I hope your week was better than mine, LOL. school's been pretty tough, so I'm sorry for slow updates.

Hopefully i'll get used to it soon and will be able to balance it better and all that jazz.

Anyway! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. It's kind of fluffier than previous chapters,

but expect some sort of fluff with this new budding romance (;

and the little sub plot romance with dean and grace.

but yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Reviews really make me happy, and make me want to continue the story. :3

i hope you guys liked it, i'll be aiming to update as soon as possible!

have a great weekend. :D