~*Amber and I own Alex Grady, our new creation. She's tall, with long brown
hair and green eyes. Her favorite things to do are singing with her hip
band 'Crimson Leopard' and writing. Portman knows her from poetry class
and she's really his only friend outside of the Ducks*~
Alexandra's POV
I clipped on my silver hoop earrings and took one last look in the mirror. It was the final day of summer vacation and I planned to make the most of it. First I was going to head down to the studio and sing a couple sets with my band 'Crimson Leopard', then hit the hottest teen spot around. While doing that I planned on avoiding anything that remotely resembled school. Then came the knocked at the door. Pouting slightly I crossed the floor to open it.
Standing in the hallway, coved in what looked like blue pen, stood Dean Portman. His hands were jammed in his pocket, and his shirt was wrinkled as if it had been slept in. There was a troubled expression on his normally emotionless face and I stepped back to allow him in without a word. It was a face I usually only seen him where when Emily Davis is around, and most of the time he or she is being detained by Fulton Reed. It was pretty obvious I wouldn't be going out after all, all dressed up and nowhere to go.
"What's going on, you look like your best friend died." I gabbed him in the arm and he flinched like it hurt. "Dean, what's wrong."
"Al, we're friends right?" He queried uncomfortably, shifting on my bed as he sat.
Now it was pretty much common knowledge that he and I were friends, outside of his team, I was pretty sure I was the only person he talked too. What I don't think everyone knew was how we met and it was something he didn't tell many people. Portman and I had met at poetry group and he didn't like to share the information with most people. So I felt that like there was a secret that only we shared. To keep a secret like that, you need to be good friends, at least that's how I look at it.
"Sure we are."
"I can tell you anything?"
Now I was starting to worry and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Of course you can, what's bothering you."
"I'm in unrequited love." Dean muttered staring at the floor. "I just can't get them off my mind."
I smiled, so the beast had finally found his beauty. "Really? Well please tell me about them?"
"Well, they've got shiny long dark hair, and they're just the right height for me. We like the same things and know just about everything about each other., we're best friends."
Suddenly I started to get butterflies in my stomach, he was in love with me? Oh no, what was I going to do? I liked him and all, but not in that way. Besides, I liked not being tied down. How could I avoid hurting him?
"Dean I'm flattered but-" I began.
"It's not you." He cut me off mid sentence.
"Huh? Well if not me.? Oh my god, Fulton? Dean you're gay aren't you?"
He shook his head frantically. "No, yes, I dunno. I wasn't until I woke up yesterday morning. But the more I think about it the more sense it seems to make."
I sat there dumbfounded staring at him for a long time, trying to think of something to say. For the first time in my entire life, I was speechless. Me without a word, it was unreal.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Oh hell no, he'd kick my ass. Only because I wouldn't hit back but still."
"Hmm, I see you're point. You know what, we need to get your mind off this. Come on you're coming with me to band practice." And with that I dragged him out the door.
Alexandra's POV
I clipped on my silver hoop earrings and took one last look in the mirror. It was the final day of summer vacation and I planned to make the most of it. First I was going to head down to the studio and sing a couple sets with my band 'Crimson Leopard', then hit the hottest teen spot around. While doing that I planned on avoiding anything that remotely resembled school. Then came the knocked at the door. Pouting slightly I crossed the floor to open it.
Standing in the hallway, coved in what looked like blue pen, stood Dean Portman. His hands were jammed in his pocket, and his shirt was wrinkled as if it had been slept in. There was a troubled expression on his normally emotionless face and I stepped back to allow him in without a word. It was a face I usually only seen him where when Emily Davis is around, and most of the time he or she is being detained by Fulton Reed. It was pretty obvious I wouldn't be going out after all, all dressed up and nowhere to go.
"What's going on, you look like your best friend died." I gabbed him in the arm and he flinched like it hurt. "Dean, what's wrong."
"Al, we're friends right?" He queried uncomfortably, shifting on my bed as he sat.
Now it was pretty much common knowledge that he and I were friends, outside of his team, I was pretty sure I was the only person he talked too. What I don't think everyone knew was how we met and it was something he didn't tell many people. Portman and I had met at poetry group and he didn't like to share the information with most people. So I felt that like there was a secret that only we shared. To keep a secret like that, you need to be good friends, at least that's how I look at it.
"Sure we are."
"I can tell you anything?"
Now I was starting to worry and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Of course you can, what's bothering you."
"I'm in unrequited love." Dean muttered staring at the floor. "I just can't get them off my mind."
I smiled, so the beast had finally found his beauty. "Really? Well please tell me about them?"
"Well, they've got shiny long dark hair, and they're just the right height for me. We like the same things and know just about everything about each other., we're best friends."
Suddenly I started to get butterflies in my stomach, he was in love with me? Oh no, what was I going to do? I liked him and all, but not in that way. Besides, I liked not being tied down. How could I avoid hurting him?
"Dean I'm flattered but-" I began.
"It's not you." He cut me off mid sentence.
"Huh? Well if not me.? Oh my god, Fulton? Dean you're gay aren't you?"
He shook his head frantically. "No, yes, I dunno. I wasn't until I woke up yesterday morning. But the more I think about it the more sense it seems to make."
I sat there dumbfounded staring at him for a long time, trying to think of something to say. For the first time in my entire life, I was speechless. Me without a word, it was unreal.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Oh hell no, he'd kick my ass. Only because I wouldn't hit back but still."
"Hmm, I see you're point. You know what, we need to get your mind off this. Come on you're coming with me to band practice." And with that I dragged him out the door.