Disclaimer: I don't own Dave, I don't own Dave, I don't own Dave, I don't
own Dave…get the point?
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"What do you think?" Dave asked, opening the door to his apartment.
Amanda walked in, carrying a bag of groceries. She put them on the ground and turned around, looking the apartment over. She nodded.
"I like it," she commented.
Dave chuckled. "Well, thanks, because I'm not changing it."
Amanda rolled her eyes and went from door to door, sticking her head inside the rooms to inspect them. There were 2 bathrooms and 3 bedrooms. This also may perhaps be the reason why Dave couldn't afford a car, which is why he had asked Carter to drive them home.
"Okay, that first room is mine. You can choose your room," Dave told her.
"Cool," she replied.
Dave leaned down and managed to pick up the bag Amanda had dropped on the floor. He carried that and three others into the kitchen. He began unpacking things and putting them away.
"Hey, Dave," Amanda called.
Dave looked up from what he was doing and walked into the living room.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, no, I just wanted to tell you that I think this room is the one I want," she replied, from another room.
Dave walked toward her voice and found her in the third bedroom.
"That's okay, right?"
"Yeah, of course," he said, "but we're going to have decorate the way you want, aren't we?"
"Are you serious?" she asked, excitedly.
"Sure," he replied, surprised at the tone of her voice. "Why?"
"Well, mom and dad didn't like me to do anything to my room…it's been plain old white for as long as I can remember," she told him, sadly.
Dave bit his lip and looked at the ground. "Yeah, well, I know how you feel."
This got Amanda's attention. She looked at him closely. "What do you mean?"
He quickly looked up. "Oh, nothing, I'm just babbling."
"You know," she started, "you're not a very good liar."
He laughed. "And you are?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I could be," she said, slyly.
They laughed together.
"Well, I'm going to have to watch out for that," he told her, thankful for the change of subject.
"Can I go with you to the hospital tomorrow?" she asked suddenly.
He raised his eyebrows. "Uh, sure…hey, maybe I should just have you work there."
Her eyes lit up. "Could you do that?"
He looked at her, confused. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know, but do you think you could get me a job?"
"I…I don't know, maybe if I talked to the chief…I mean, you [i]are[/i] only 15…it would be pretty hard, you know, because…" Dave said, starting to mutter to himself.
"Uh, Dave? You can stop talking to yourself now," she teased.
He shook himself out of his trance. "Sorry," he replied, "I tend to do that when I think really hard."
"Oh…well, I think it wouldn't be too hard to get me a job. Dad was a doctor and I had a part-time job at the hospital he worked at."
"Your dad was a doctor?" he asked, interested.
"Yeah. Mom was a teacher," she replied.
"Huh," he grunted to himself.
"Anyway, you'll talk to your boss about it, right?"
"Yeah…yeah, don't worry I will."
"Okay, cool. You know, Dave, I'm getting tired. I think I'm going to go to sleep."
"Oh, yeah, of course…uh, you can sleep in my bed tonight since we haven't gotten sheets on this one yet."
"What about you?"
"Oh, don't worry about me. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Are you sure?" she asked, sounding a little doubtful.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Okay…well, goodnight," she said, beginning to walk out.
"Yeah, goodnight, Amanda," he replied, stretching. He turned to see her in the doorway looking at him. She bit her lip and suddenly stood on her toes, pulled him into a hug, and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, Dave," she whispered. She let go of him and walked to Dave's room while he stood rooted to his spot in shock. When he recovered, he walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a Pepsi. He opened it and carried it into the living room. He sat on the couch, reached for the remote, and turned on the TV.
"Oh no," he groaned to himself when he saw that it was a soap opera. He switched to Showtime and smiled when he realized it was [i]Raging Bull[/i], which starred his favorite actor, Robert De Niro. He watched, while drinking his Pepsi, before drifting off to sleep.
The Next Morning…
It was 3:30 A.M. and Amanda was sleeping peacefully with a joyous dream in her head.
*BRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG*
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed, being awakened from her slumber by the alarm clock on the table next to Dave's bed.
Dave burst into the room, his hair rumpled and his clothes wrinkled from sleeping on the couch. "What happened?" he asked, dazed.
"The alarm clock woke me up," she told him, running a hand through her hair.
Dave groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Well, thank you for screaming or I wouldn't have woken up."
"Why do you need to wake up at 3:30 in the morning for?" she asked, incredulously.
"My shift starts at 4:30," he told her.
She shook her head in amazement.
"Do you still want to go with me?" he teased.
"I think I'll pass. What time do you get off?"
"I'm covering for Dr. Carter, so I got 24 hours today," he said, cursing to himself for taking on Carter's shift.
"Wow," she said.
"Shouldn't you be used to this? I mean, since your dad was a doctor."
"Well, yeah, but his alarm clock didn't go off right next to my ear," she laughed.
"Yeah, well, we'll get the sheets on your other bed today…well, tomorrow, I guess."
"It's okay if I come in later, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, that'll be fine. And I'll talk to my boss about that job."
"Thanks," she replied. She flopped her head back onto the pillow and fell back to sleep quickly.
Dave chuckled and walked into the bathroom in the hall. He brushed his teeth and took a quick shower before putting on his clothes. He was about to walk out the door when he realized that if Amanda was going to come into the ER that day, she would need a way to get there. He walked over to the table with his phone on it and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer. He wrote:
[i]Amanda,
I'm leaving some money on the table so you can get a taxi to come to Cook County. There's some restaurants around the neighborhood, so you can get something to eat before you come if you want to. Have a good day and I'll see you soon.
Dave[/i]
He took out $30 from his pocket and put it on the table, under the note. He looked around, satisfied that he wasn't forgetting anything and quickly walked out the door, locking it behind him. He walked down the stairs and ran out the door, shivering at the cold. He walked to the bike rack and unlocked the lock. He climbed on and began riding to County. Suddenly, he heard the screeching of car brakes and he stopped his bike. He turned just in time to see a car hit another car, which had been backing out of its parking spot. Dave's eyes widened as he saw another car hit.
"Oh, shit. This is not going to be a good day," he said to himself before getting off his bike and running to the nearest pay phone.
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"What do you think?" Dave asked, opening the door to his apartment.
Amanda walked in, carrying a bag of groceries. She put them on the ground and turned around, looking the apartment over. She nodded.
"I like it," she commented.
Dave chuckled. "Well, thanks, because I'm not changing it."
Amanda rolled her eyes and went from door to door, sticking her head inside the rooms to inspect them. There were 2 bathrooms and 3 bedrooms. This also may perhaps be the reason why Dave couldn't afford a car, which is why he had asked Carter to drive them home.
"Okay, that first room is mine. You can choose your room," Dave told her.
"Cool," she replied.
Dave leaned down and managed to pick up the bag Amanda had dropped on the floor. He carried that and three others into the kitchen. He began unpacking things and putting them away.
"Hey, Dave," Amanda called.
Dave looked up from what he was doing and walked into the living room.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, no, I just wanted to tell you that I think this room is the one I want," she replied, from another room.
Dave walked toward her voice and found her in the third bedroom.
"That's okay, right?"
"Yeah, of course," he said, "but we're going to have decorate the way you want, aren't we?"
"Are you serious?" she asked, excitedly.
"Sure," he replied, surprised at the tone of her voice. "Why?"
"Well, mom and dad didn't like me to do anything to my room…it's been plain old white for as long as I can remember," she told him, sadly.
Dave bit his lip and looked at the ground. "Yeah, well, I know how you feel."
This got Amanda's attention. She looked at him closely. "What do you mean?"
He quickly looked up. "Oh, nothing, I'm just babbling."
"You know," she started, "you're not a very good liar."
He laughed. "And you are?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I could be," she said, slyly.
They laughed together.
"Well, I'm going to have to watch out for that," he told her, thankful for the change of subject.
"Can I go with you to the hospital tomorrow?" she asked suddenly.
He raised his eyebrows. "Uh, sure…hey, maybe I should just have you work there."
Her eyes lit up. "Could you do that?"
He looked at her, confused. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know, but do you think you could get me a job?"
"I…I don't know, maybe if I talked to the chief…I mean, you [i]are[/i] only 15…it would be pretty hard, you know, because…" Dave said, starting to mutter to himself.
"Uh, Dave? You can stop talking to yourself now," she teased.
He shook himself out of his trance. "Sorry," he replied, "I tend to do that when I think really hard."
"Oh…well, I think it wouldn't be too hard to get me a job. Dad was a doctor and I had a part-time job at the hospital he worked at."
"Your dad was a doctor?" he asked, interested.
"Yeah. Mom was a teacher," she replied.
"Huh," he grunted to himself.
"Anyway, you'll talk to your boss about it, right?"
"Yeah…yeah, don't worry I will."
"Okay, cool. You know, Dave, I'm getting tired. I think I'm going to go to sleep."
"Oh, yeah, of course…uh, you can sleep in my bed tonight since we haven't gotten sheets on this one yet."
"What about you?"
"Oh, don't worry about me. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Are you sure?" she asked, sounding a little doubtful.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Okay…well, goodnight," she said, beginning to walk out.
"Yeah, goodnight, Amanda," he replied, stretching. He turned to see her in the doorway looking at him. She bit her lip and suddenly stood on her toes, pulled him into a hug, and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, Dave," she whispered. She let go of him and walked to Dave's room while he stood rooted to his spot in shock. When he recovered, he walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a Pepsi. He opened it and carried it into the living room. He sat on the couch, reached for the remote, and turned on the TV.
"Oh no," he groaned to himself when he saw that it was a soap opera. He switched to Showtime and smiled when he realized it was [i]Raging Bull[/i], which starred his favorite actor, Robert De Niro. He watched, while drinking his Pepsi, before drifting off to sleep.
The Next Morning…
It was 3:30 A.M. and Amanda was sleeping peacefully with a joyous dream in her head.
*BRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG*
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed, being awakened from her slumber by the alarm clock on the table next to Dave's bed.
Dave burst into the room, his hair rumpled and his clothes wrinkled from sleeping on the couch. "What happened?" he asked, dazed.
"The alarm clock woke me up," she told him, running a hand through her hair.
Dave groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Well, thank you for screaming or I wouldn't have woken up."
"Why do you need to wake up at 3:30 in the morning for?" she asked, incredulously.
"My shift starts at 4:30," he told her.
She shook her head in amazement.
"Do you still want to go with me?" he teased.
"I think I'll pass. What time do you get off?"
"I'm covering for Dr. Carter, so I got 24 hours today," he said, cursing to himself for taking on Carter's shift.
"Wow," she said.
"Shouldn't you be used to this? I mean, since your dad was a doctor."
"Well, yeah, but his alarm clock didn't go off right next to my ear," she laughed.
"Yeah, well, we'll get the sheets on your other bed today…well, tomorrow, I guess."
"It's okay if I come in later, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, that'll be fine. And I'll talk to my boss about that job."
"Thanks," she replied. She flopped her head back onto the pillow and fell back to sleep quickly.
Dave chuckled and walked into the bathroom in the hall. He brushed his teeth and took a quick shower before putting on his clothes. He was about to walk out the door when he realized that if Amanda was going to come into the ER that day, she would need a way to get there. He walked over to the table with his phone on it and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer. He wrote:
[i]Amanda,
I'm leaving some money on the table so you can get a taxi to come to Cook County. There's some restaurants around the neighborhood, so you can get something to eat before you come if you want to. Have a good day and I'll see you soon.
Dave[/i]
He took out $30 from his pocket and put it on the table, under the note. He looked around, satisfied that he wasn't forgetting anything and quickly walked out the door, locking it behind him. He walked down the stairs and ran out the door, shivering at the cold. He walked to the bike rack and unlocked the lock. He climbed on and began riding to County. Suddenly, he heard the screeching of car brakes and he stopped his bike. He turned just in time to see a car hit another car, which had been backing out of its parking spot. Dave's eyes widened as he saw another car hit.
"Oh, shit. This is not going to be a good day," he said to himself before getting off his bike and running to the nearest pay phone.