*~Wow, that chapter name was really original wasn't it? Oh well, I'm being
impatient tonight.~*
Dean apparated back to his apartment, where he slumped into his chair, exhausted. He groaned when he heard the doorbell rang, but rose dutifully to answer it. There was a girl in the doorway. She was very pretty in a graceful sort of way. Her eyes were large and piercing blue, and her light brown eye brows were perfectly formed and arched. Her nose was thin and long and her light red lips were curled in a gentle smile. Her hair was pulled back into a delicate bun and she dubbed periwinkle blue robes. This girl's name was Lavender Brown. She strolled into Dean's apartment as if it was her own without being invited. Dean, frowning, closed the door quietly, (Seamus was napping,) and followed her to the living room. He found she had thrown her cloak messily over the couch and was lounging comfortably in his own chair.
"Dean I've come here to talk to you about something, and I know you'll see it from my point of view, as I've always know you have," she said it in a very business-like tone. That was Lavender for you. Dean stayed silent, showing he wished for her to go on.
"We've been playing this game for quite a while, and don't play dumb with me; you know exactly which one I'm talking about," she paused, searching for the right words, "Dean, we're both in love so why don't we get together? I've got it all planned out for next Friday and-" Dean cut her off.
"Sorry, Lavender. I've never been in love with you, and right now I'm attracted to someone else. I'm really sorry," Dean apologized. He really was sorry. In school he had been asked out by so many girls that after a while he started to feel bad for all the ones he turned down. Lavender looked taken aback and slightly hurt and confused.
"Very well then. I think it's time for me to be going. I'll see you around, then," Dean could tell she was on the verge of tears. She stomped out of the apartment and slammed the door. Dean heard Seamus groan in the other room.
"Bloody hell, what was that? I thought I told you I was sleeping! You just love bugging the hell out of me, don't you?" he stumbled into the living room. His hair was tousled and his eyes were unfocused. His usual neat clothing was rumpled and he looked as if he'd just gotten off of the street. Dean couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing.
"Oh yes, it's so funny when Seamus gets up from his naps. Ha ha ha, what a lovely time. Well why don't you go find your muggle friend and go have dinner?" and with that he stomped back into his bedroom.
Dean stopped and thought about this plan, it was quite appealing. He decided to try it. He went over to his address book, flipped through the endless pages where there were no phone numbers, and found the girl's number. He punched in the numbers and waited through only two rings before it was snatched up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, do you remember me at all?" "Well, I don't know. Why don't you tell me? Where do I know you from?"
"I was at the soccer game you refereed--"
"Oh, well that's different then. What do you think; dinner and a movie?"
"Er, sure, I'll pick you up on Friday around seven,"
"Super, make sure it's nice. I really don't like going to Chuck E. Cheeses on my first date with someone. But don't make it too fancy. Goodness, I sound bossy, don't I? Well I'm sorry but I'm a perfectionist. I don't blame you if you don't want to go out with me now,"
"No, it's okay, just tell me your name before I go,"
"Brenda,"
"Dean,"
With a click Dean hung up and a broad smile crossed his face. He simply couldn't wait for Friday and his date.
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On Friday night at 6:50 Dean arrived at Brenda's apartment, (he called her the night before for directions,) and rang the doorbell. He was wearing a black leisure suit and suede shoes. His hair was slicked back with gel and he felt fresh and clean. When the door opened, Dean gasped. Brenda was wearing a slim black dress which came down to her knees. It was plain, but on her it looked magnificent. Never-the-less, he held out his arm, she linked hers into his, and they were off.
Dean apparated back to his apartment, where he slumped into his chair, exhausted. He groaned when he heard the doorbell rang, but rose dutifully to answer it. There was a girl in the doorway. She was very pretty in a graceful sort of way. Her eyes were large and piercing blue, and her light brown eye brows were perfectly formed and arched. Her nose was thin and long and her light red lips were curled in a gentle smile. Her hair was pulled back into a delicate bun and she dubbed periwinkle blue robes. This girl's name was Lavender Brown. She strolled into Dean's apartment as if it was her own without being invited. Dean, frowning, closed the door quietly, (Seamus was napping,) and followed her to the living room. He found she had thrown her cloak messily over the couch and was lounging comfortably in his own chair.
"Dean I've come here to talk to you about something, and I know you'll see it from my point of view, as I've always know you have," she said it in a very business-like tone. That was Lavender for you. Dean stayed silent, showing he wished for her to go on.
"We've been playing this game for quite a while, and don't play dumb with me; you know exactly which one I'm talking about," she paused, searching for the right words, "Dean, we're both in love so why don't we get together? I've got it all planned out for next Friday and-" Dean cut her off.
"Sorry, Lavender. I've never been in love with you, and right now I'm attracted to someone else. I'm really sorry," Dean apologized. He really was sorry. In school he had been asked out by so many girls that after a while he started to feel bad for all the ones he turned down. Lavender looked taken aback and slightly hurt and confused.
"Very well then. I think it's time for me to be going. I'll see you around, then," Dean could tell she was on the verge of tears. She stomped out of the apartment and slammed the door. Dean heard Seamus groan in the other room.
"Bloody hell, what was that? I thought I told you I was sleeping! You just love bugging the hell out of me, don't you?" he stumbled into the living room. His hair was tousled and his eyes were unfocused. His usual neat clothing was rumpled and he looked as if he'd just gotten off of the street. Dean couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing.
"Oh yes, it's so funny when Seamus gets up from his naps. Ha ha ha, what a lovely time. Well why don't you go find your muggle friend and go have dinner?" and with that he stomped back into his bedroom.
Dean stopped and thought about this plan, it was quite appealing. He decided to try it. He went over to his address book, flipped through the endless pages where there were no phone numbers, and found the girl's number. He punched in the numbers and waited through only two rings before it was snatched up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, do you remember me at all?" "Well, I don't know. Why don't you tell me? Where do I know you from?"
"I was at the soccer game you refereed--"
"Oh, well that's different then. What do you think; dinner and a movie?"
"Er, sure, I'll pick you up on Friday around seven,"
"Super, make sure it's nice. I really don't like going to Chuck E. Cheeses on my first date with someone. But don't make it too fancy. Goodness, I sound bossy, don't I? Well I'm sorry but I'm a perfectionist. I don't blame you if you don't want to go out with me now,"
"No, it's okay, just tell me your name before I go,"
"Brenda,"
"Dean,"
With a click Dean hung up and a broad smile crossed his face. He simply couldn't wait for Friday and his date.
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On Friday night at 6:50 Dean arrived at Brenda's apartment, (he called her the night before for directions,) and rang the doorbell. He was wearing a black leisure suit and suede shoes. His hair was slicked back with gel and he felt fresh and clean. When the door opened, Dean gasped. Brenda was wearing a slim black dress which came down to her knees. It was plain, but on her it looked magnificent. Never-the-less, he held out his arm, she linked hers into his, and they were off.