Disclaimer- I own Brenda and the story of this plot.
*~Yes, if you thought of it, this chapter IS named after a Blink 182 song! Wow, that was clever, wasn't it?~*
"Table for two, please," Dean said briskly to the man at the podium. He snatched up two menus and led them over to a table somewhere in the middle of the restaurant. Dean pulled out Brenda's chair for her and then sat down himself.
"So, tell me about yourself," Brenda said.
"Oh, goodness I hate that question. Where do I start?" Dean moaned.
"Um, ok, are you out of school yet?" Brenda inquired.
"Yeah, I just graduated a month ago."
"Well, what was that like?"
"It was pretty fun. See, I went to a boarding school, so we had a feast and everything."
"But weren't you sad? I mean, you may not see any of your friends again!"
"Well, we were all pretty close, but I think we'll run into each other a lot. Right now I'm living with my best friend, so it's pretty cool."
Dean was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Brenda. Normally, his dates were awkward where they both said, "yeah" and "me too" a lot, (and Dean had plenty of experience, mind you.) he was starting to feel a connection with her, and when the waiter came asking for their orders, Dean was thoroughly annoyed.
"I think I'll have the sirloin steak and rice. Yes, that sounds lovely," Brenda said pensively.
"And for you sir?"
"I'll have the same," Dean said quickly. He didn't really care what he had, just as long as he could stare into Brenda's eyes he was okay. Their conversation moved over to soccer, one with which Dean was very comfortable with. Dean was just telling her about the superb performance of West Ham in their last game, when their food came. Their conversation stopped abruptly, as Brenda's attention was totally focused on her food. It was funny, really, how someone could be so beautiful and have such horrible table manners at the same time.
An hour later, Dean and Brenda walked into the local movie theatre, which reeked of stale popcorn. Dean bought them a large popcorn, and they both stumbled into the theatre, laughing about how ironic it was that they had gone to the nicest restaurant in town, then went to the worst theatre. They sank into their moth-eaten seats, and started to chew on their popcorn. The movie rolled, and Dean was thoroughly disgusted by the end, while Brenda was crying her eyes out. 'Chick flick,' he thought.
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"I had a great time," Brenda said as Dean dropped her off at her apartment. "We should do it again sometime."
"Yeah.I'll call you," Dean replied.
And she turned around and stepped through the door. Dean started downstairs, when a hand grabbed him and swung him around.
"You're dating a muggle? You picked a muggle over me?!?!" Lavender hissed in his ear. "You can do better then her! You could be with me!!!!"
"Sorry, Lavender, but I love her. I don't care whether she can transfigure a pencil. She's beautiful," Dean snapped. He was particularly angry with Lavender.
She looked rather taken aback, but let him alone. Dean continued on his way, now grumbling at the thought of that stuck up, arrogant, elitist. How could she be so full of herself to think that he would give up that beautiful creature for her?
Once Dean was a block away from the apartment building, he apparated back to the apartment. Seamus was working late that night, so Dean pulled off his clothes, and flung himself onto the bed without brushing his teeth. He had strange dreams that night. He was back at the movie theatre with Brenda, when Lavender showed up on the screen. She screamed at him about how he could do better, then Brenda was on screen and she yelled at him too. When Dean woke up, he didn't remember the dream at all.
"So, how did your date go?" Seamus asked the next morning as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"It was good, except for the end when Lavender cornered me and told me off for dating a muggle. Apparently I could do much better. I could be dating *her*," Dean replied with disgust. Seamus snorted into his coffee.
"Ha! Lavender always was kind of thick, but I never knew she was *that* stupid! I mean, she must have asked you out a million times in school, why would now be any different?" he laughed.
Dean shrugged, and returned to his toast and paper. Why did Lavender keep pursuing him like this? Why didn't she give it up when she knew he didn't love her. He pondered this as he walked down the Atrium with the usual crowd of witches and wizards. He was so involved that he realized he was putting an Engorgement Charm on a snitch, and it was swelling to the size of a bludger. Grumbling, he shrank it back to its original size and charmed it so that it flew faster. At his lunch break he called Brenda and talked so long that he was 15 minutes late back to the office. But he wasn't too worried, as he had another date for the next weekend.
*~Yes, if you thought of it, this chapter IS named after a Blink 182 song! Wow, that was clever, wasn't it?~*
"Table for two, please," Dean said briskly to the man at the podium. He snatched up two menus and led them over to a table somewhere in the middle of the restaurant. Dean pulled out Brenda's chair for her and then sat down himself.
"So, tell me about yourself," Brenda said.
"Oh, goodness I hate that question. Where do I start?" Dean moaned.
"Um, ok, are you out of school yet?" Brenda inquired.
"Yeah, I just graduated a month ago."
"Well, what was that like?"
"It was pretty fun. See, I went to a boarding school, so we had a feast and everything."
"But weren't you sad? I mean, you may not see any of your friends again!"
"Well, we were all pretty close, but I think we'll run into each other a lot. Right now I'm living with my best friend, so it's pretty cool."
Dean was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Brenda. Normally, his dates were awkward where they both said, "yeah" and "me too" a lot, (and Dean had plenty of experience, mind you.) he was starting to feel a connection with her, and when the waiter came asking for their orders, Dean was thoroughly annoyed.
"I think I'll have the sirloin steak and rice. Yes, that sounds lovely," Brenda said pensively.
"And for you sir?"
"I'll have the same," Dean said quickly. He didn't really care what he had, just as long as he could stare into Brenda's eyes he was okay. Their conversation moved over to soccer, one with which Dean was very comfortable with. Dean was just telling her about the superb performance of West Ham in their last game, when their food came. Their conversation stopped abruptly, as Brenda's attention was totally focused on her food. It was funny, really, how someone could be so beautiful and have such horrible table manners at the same time.
An hour later, Dean and Brenda walked into the local movie theatre, which reeked of stale popcorn. Dean bought them a large popcorn, and they both stumbled into the theatre, laughing about how ironic it was that they had gone to the nicest restaurant in town, then went to the worst theatre. They sank into their moth-eaten seats, and started to chew on their popcorn. The movie rolled, and Dean was thoroughly disgusted by the end, while Brenda was crying her eyes out. 'Chick flick,' he thought.
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"I had a great time," Brenda said as Dean dropped her off at her apartment. "We should do it again sometime."
"Yeah.I'll call you," Dean replied.
And she turned around and stepped through the door. Dean started downstairs, when a hand grabbed him and swung him around.
"You're dating a muggle? You picked a muggle over me?!?!" Lavender hissed in his ear. "You can do better then her! You could be with me!!!!"
"Sorry, Lavender, but I love her. I don't care whether she can transfigure a pencil. She's beautiful," Dean snapped. He was particularly angry with Lavender.
She looked rather taken aback, but let him alone. Dean continued on his way, now grumbling at the thought of that stuck up, arrogant, elitist. How could she be so full of herself to think that he would give up that beautiful creature for her?
Once Dean was a block away from the apartment building, he apparated back to the apartment. Seamus was working late that night, so Dean pulled off his clothes, and flung himself onto the bed without brushing his teeth. He had strange dreams that night. He was back at the movie theatre with Brenda, when Lavender showed up on the screen. She screamed at him about how he could do better, then Brenda was on screen and she yelled at him too. When Dean woke up, he didn't remember the dream at all.
"So, how did your date go?" Seamus asked the next morning as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"It was good, except for the end when Lavender cornered me and told me off for dating a muggle. Apparently I could do much better. I could be dating *her*," Dean replied with disgust. Seamus snorted into his coffee.
"Ha! Lavender always was kind of thick, but I never knew she was *that* stupid! I mean, she must have asked you out a million times in school, why would now be any different?" he laughed.
Dean shrugged, and returned to his toast and paper. Why did Lavender keep pursuing him like this? Why didn't she give it up when she knew he didn't love her. He pondered this as he walked down the Atrium with the usual crowd of witches and wizards. He was so involved that he realized he was putting an Engorgement Charm on a snitch, and it was swelling to the size of a bludger. Grumbling, he shrank it back to its original size and charmed it so that it flew faster. At his lunch break he called Brenda and talked so long that he was 15 minutes late back to the office. But he wasn't too worried, as he had another date for the next weekend.