Romeo and Julie - Chapter 14
Disclaimer - In this chapter, all I own is Matt and Rebecca.
Notes - I have to admit that I am disappointed in this chapter. As I usually say, this is must better then the drafts, but what I really need is for you to review and tell me whether it was ok or not.
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Julie stood before her mirror and brushed her hair quickly. She bit her lip, twisting her hair quickly into a bun and then letting it fall around her shoulders again. Then she pulled half of it back and clipped it there. She shook her head and took the clip out, letting her hair fall back into place around her face. Julie sighed, and decided that it would have to stay like that, because she could not work out the best way to style her hair for her date with Matt.
Julie was dressed comfortably, but she admitted to herself that she looked nice. She was just in casual jeans and a nice shirt, a trip to the gallery was no reason to get completely dressed up, and it was not like she was trying to impress Matt. If he wanted to take her places, that meant that he was already impressed, right?
The door to her dorm room opened and Rebecca came in, closing the door behind her. She was humming some tune as she absently collapsed onto her bed. Then looked up at Julie, who was still standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.
"Wow, you look nice" Rebecca told her, leaning on her side.
"Thank you" Julie replied, moving away from the mirror to sit on her bed.
"Where are you going?" Rebecca asked, picking up a book off of her beside table.
Julie replied quickly. "No where"
"No where?" Rebecca repeated. "So you are just getting all dressed up to sit around here and do homework?"
"Ok, I am going somewhere." Julie admitted to her friend. "The art gallery in town"
"I like that art gallery" Rebecca sighed a rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling. Julie stood again and moved back to the mirror "They have the best mocha's at the café there"
"Well, you see, other people, they go for other things, like, art" Julie replied. She pulled her hair back a into a messy bun, and then let it fall again after she realised that she had already tried to style her hair like that. She had no idea why she was spending so much time worrying about what her hair looked like anyway.
"I know." Rebecca smiled at her friend. Beck was also wondering why her friend was caring so much about the way that she looked. Julie was not the type of girl who really cared about things like that. It didn't worry her what she looked like, but she always looked nice. "The art gallery is a cool place to go for dates as well. I went there once with…Nathan. But that is not important."
"Dates?" Julie turned to Rebecca, who was reclined casually. "Well, cant say I have ever been on one of them there"
"Well you should one time" Rebecca said slyly, smiling at her. "Most people underestimate the romantic setting of a gallery"
Julie shrugged, preoccupied. "I can see why"
"So, who are you going with?" Rebecca asked. She refused to believe that her roommate was going out by herself.
"No one"
Rebecca did not believe her at all, Julie was a horrible liar, but decided not to push it. "So you are getting all dressed up to go to the Art Gallery all by yourself?"
"Yeah." Julie replied. She didn't want to tell her friend that she was going on a date with Matt. It seemed that in the past week that Rebecca had been friends with the Ducks, she already knew the facts of the whole situation with Dean, and Julie was sure that her roommate had an opinion about it all. "Is that a problem?"
"No, no problem at all" Rebecca assured her. "You might get lonely though"
"I will be ok" Julie replied. There was a silence between the two girls, and finally, Julie snapped. "Ok, I am going with Matt"
Rebecca smiled to herself. "I knew that already!"
"You knew that already?" Julie asked, turning to her and glaring softly. "Then what was with the interrogation?"
"Just wanted to know if you would admit it" Rebecca smiled brightly. Julie continued to glare, and wondered if it was time to keep her away from Fulton, her skills of interrogation were getting to good.
"How did you know?" Julie sighed. .
Rebecca shrugged. "Because Dean wouldn't be caught dead in an Art Gallery"
"What makes you think I would go anywhere with Dean" Julie asked her angrily. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before Rebecca started pushing her into a relationship with Dean. Now she had to look out for three of them, Dean, Connie and Rebecca. It seemed none of them would rest until they had driven her insane.
Rebecca held up her hands to get Julie to calm herself, and then she dragged her friend back to the mirror. Both girls watched their reflections while Rebecca quickly braided Julies hair. "Julie. I know how you get when the conversation turns to Dean, so, lets just drop it before you end up hating me"
"I would never hate you Beck" Julie assured her.
"Don't be so sure" Beck smirked. "It could happen"
"If you say so…"
"So, this is, like, a date, with Matt?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah." Julie rolled her eyes. "A date"
"A date as in he pays, hand holding, him walking you back to our door and kissing type of a date?" Rebecca fished. She was trying her hardest to be a friend and ask interesting questions without offending Julie. It seemed that she was on thin ice. Julie would snap at her if she asked the wrong thing, but Rebecca was interested in what was going on.
"I don't know about all that" Julie replied carefully. "But yeah, it's a date"
"Are you excited?" Rebecca asked her. Julie couldn't help but nod.
"Well" Julie admitted to herself as well as to Rebecca. It was something that she had not really thought of. She had accepted the date with Matt to get her mind off of Dean, but now that she thought about it, she realised that she really was excited about going to the art gallery with Matt. "Yeah, I am excited"
"You really like him, don't you" Rebecca asked.
"I am not sure" Julie admitted, making her way to her bed, sitting. "I am just so confused about it all"
"Then why are you going?" Rebecca asked her.
Julie smiled slyly. "Because I don't want Dean to think that he won"
"So you are just using Matt" Rebecca asked her. She didn't believe that her friend had it in her to use some on like that, just get back at Dean. Julie seemed like such a nice, calm girl, someone who would not use others to get what she wanted.
"Using him?" Julie asked, outraged. "No, not at all"
"You said you didn't like him"
"I didn't say I didn't like him" Julie explained. "I said that I wasn't sure what I felt from him. There is a difference. I do like Matt…"
There was silence between them again, and Julie knew that her roommate was holding her tongue. "Come on, I know you have a comment"
"I said I would say nothing about Dean" Rebecca replied. Julie smirked. When Rebecca had made that promise, she was sure that there would be no way that Rebecca would be able to stand by it. "And I am sticking by that."
"Thank you" Julie smiled, believing her. It was nice to have a conversation about the situation without some one shoving their opinions down her throat.
"When do you think you will be back?" Rebecca asked her.
Julie shrugged. "I have no idea, probably before dinner."
"Does any one else know that you are going?" Rebecca asked, hoping that her questioning would be taken as concern and not prying.
"No." Julie informed her. "I didn't tell anyone, only you"
Julie then realised something. As she watched her friend formulated her next question. Julie turned, hands on hips, and glared at Rebecca. "Oh no you don't"
"Oh no I don't what" Rebecca asked innocently.
"I know the way your mind works." Julie told her, eyeing her suspiciously. "I can see the cogs turning. You are thinking about the quickest way you can get to Dean and Fulton's room"
"No, I am not…" Rebecca replied. She felt like saying that she didn't have to think about the quickest way to their room, she already knew it.
"Yes you are Rebecca, and I need you to promise me you wont go over there and tell Dean" Julie knelt in front Rebecca, taking her hands in hers and practically begging.
"I promise" Rebecca replied sincerely.
"You promise?"
"Julie, I promise. And you can trust me, you know you can" Beck assured her. Julie nodded and stood, straitening her clothing.
"You are right, and I do trust you" Julie replied. She looked at her watch and smiled nervously. "I have to go, I have to meet Matt at the bus stop"
"Well, have a good time" Rebecca stood and hugged her friend before leading her to the door. "And remember, don't do anything I wouldn't do"
"Beck" Julie turned to her in the doorway. "Promise me again that you wont tell Dean"
Rebecca smiled "I promise"
Rebecca watched from the doorway as Julie disappeared down the hallway. Then she closed the door behind her, and made her way to the boys dorms.
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"And she just kissed you, just like that"
"Just like that" Dean replied as he opened the door to his dorm room for himself and Fulton. They were just getting back from their last lesson of the day. "Like she had not spent all that time just telling me that it was not going to happen between us"
"Well that is…" Fulton followed his friend in and collapsed onto his bed, searching his mind for the right word. "Odd"
"Odd" Dean exclaimed, kicking off his shoes and moving to throw them out the window (if he was anything, he was a man of his word). "Fulton, it isn't just odd. It is freaky, twilight zone, 'who are you and what have you done with Jules' type shit"
"Yeah" he found himself agreeing.
"I would have kissed her back." Dean admitted as he threw his books to the corner of his room and sat on the floor. " All she had to do was tell me that she was wrong about her feelings and I would have kissed her back"
"If you are waiting for her to admit that she is wrong about something, then you are going to be waiting for a while" Fulton informed his friend, leaning on his side and propping his head up on his hand. "Even if she does love you, she wont cave, you will have to force it out of her. If she doesn't cave of her own free will, then she knows that you own her, and woman don't like to be possessed."
Dean, amazed by his friends knowledge, cocked his head to the side. "Fulton, do you understand women?"
"We are not suppose to." Fulton laughed. "That's the point"
"I thought so" Dean smiled.
"They do it on purpose." Fulton told his friend, who was suddenly extremely interested in what Fulton had to say. "One minute they are hot, next they are cold, they can be happy, then seconds later crying like little babies. It is all part of the little game that they play"
"It's a conspiracy" Dean exclaimed.
Neither boy realised that when they had entered the room, then had not shut the door completely. In the hallway, Beck was standing just out side the door. She was just about to knock on the door, but she decided it would be much more interesting to find out exactly what Fulton thought about women.
"Exactly, a conspiracy" Fulton confirmed. "The women of the world unite against us men to make our lives a living hell"
"How do you know all this?" Dean asked.
"I have been friends with Connie since I was 8, you are not her friend for that long without observing the games she plays with Guy." Fulton replied, and Dean smiled, realising that it was true, a lot could discovered from watching their female team mate.
"Women are evil" Dean shrugged.
"Ahem" Rebecca coughed, deciding now was a good time to make her presence known. She opened the door more and stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "Is that so?"
Fulton looked at Dean, they had to come up with an excuse, before Rebecca went serial killer on them. "Oh, hey Rebecca, we were just discussing…"
"The defence of…." Dean added, hoping he could pass it off as a hockey conversation.
"Women?" Rebecca grinned, entering the room and taking a seat beside Fulton on his bed. "I heard."
Dean looked at her. "Should we be scared right now?"
"What, because I am a member of the conspiracy?" She asked in a slow clam voice. Both of the boys stared at her, scared, before she laughed at them. "Lets just call me a double agent"
"What?" Dean asked.
"I come with news" She announced, and then turned to Fulton. "Fulton, Did you know that Julie is on a date with Matt as we speak."
"Hey, why are you telling me?" Fulton told her. Beck smiled at Dean but then looked back at Fulton. "Dean is sitting right there!"
"But I promised not to tell Dean" She replied carefully. "So Fulton, he took her to the art gallery"
On the other side of the room, Dean stood and made his way to retrieve his shoes. "Where are you going?"
"To the art gallery" Dean replied casually.
Rebecca stood. "No, I am sorry, I cant let you do that"
"What!" Dean yelled. He could not believe this. Julie was off on a date with Matt. At an Art Gallery. And Beck had come over to tell him (without really telling him, of course), now she was saying that he couldn't go do something about it.
"I promised Julie that I would not tell you" Beck told him.
"Then why did you?" Fulton asked her. She smiled at him.
"I didn't promise that I wouldn't tell Fult." Beck replied, smiling at her own brilliantness. "But if you were to show up at the gallery and break up their date, she would hate the both of us."
"So what, I am just suppose to wait around here like a good little boy and have that geeky little bastard to put the moves on Julie." Dean asked. "I am sorry, I cant do that"
Dean stood and made his way to the door, but Rebecca stood in his way. Dean took a step to the left, and she did to, still blocking his way. Dean took a step to the right, and once again, Rebecca took a step as well. He was just about to barge past her, when Rebecca pressed her hand to his chest and pushed him backwards, practically throwing him back onto his bed. "Sit down"
Fulton almost laughed at his friend, who had just been overpowered by a girl. "Shit, the girl has skill"
Dean sat up, about ready to throw her across the room, but she placed a claming hand on his shoulder. "I know what you plan on doing. But I am not going to let you. If you want out of this room, you have to get past me!"
Dean shrugged her away and stood, towering over the shorter girl. "Not as hard as it sounds"
"Sorry Portman, but you hurt her, I hurt you" Fulton stepped between them. As he stood chest to chest with his best friend, Dean calmed. "That's the way it has to be"
"But I cant just sit here" Dean replied.
Rebecca stepped to the side of the two boys. "Dean, do you trust me?"
"Well…Yeah" Dean admitted. He had only known Rebecca for a little while, but if Fulton and Julie trusted her, then he was sure that he could trust her to.
"Do you trust Fulton" Rebecca asked.
Dean smiled at his best friend and thumped him on the shoulder. "Yeah, of course"
"Good" Rebecca grinned, taking Fulton's arm and pulling him towards the door. "Lets go!"
"Wait, wait, where are we going?" Fulton asked.
"On a date" Rebecca grinned.
"What?" Dean and Fulton both exclaimed together.
"A date" Beck replied. She looked between the two boys, wondering which would be the first to realise what she was talking about. When neither of them understood, she sighed and explained it to them. "You are taking me to the art gallery"
Fulton just let himself be dragged out of the room, and wondered what it was that he was getting himself into.
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Fulton stood outside the art gallery, looking up at the three story building. "You know, I really like this place"
"You have been here before?" Rebecca asked, pulling open the door and dragging him into the foyer of the gallery. It felt like she had dragged him all the way here. From the school to the bus stop, then from the bus stop to here.
"Once or twice" he shrugged.
"Didn't expect you to be the type of person to go to an art gallery" Rebecca told him as they walked into the first room filled with paintings and sculptures.
"I am not the type of person to go to an art gallery" Fulton admitted casually.
"Then how come you came here?"
"First time it was an accident" He replied, smiling to himself at the memory. "It was raining and I came in here so I wouldn't get wet"
"Second time?" she asked.
"I don't know, I was just walking past and decided to have a look." He shrugged. "That was a few years ago"
"I don't come here very often either." She told him, pausing to look at one of the paintings quickly. Fulton stopped beside her and tried to work out what it was that they were looking at. It was just a mash of colours to him. "I have only been here once"
"Do you like art?" He asked, tilting his head a little. He still couldn't see anything artistic in the mess of colour. He wondered how much the painting had been brought for, because for that much, he could do something that actually looked like something.
"Sure, why not" Rebecca took his wrist and dragged him over to the next painting. It was just a black canvas with red lines on it. "music is more my thing, but art is good"
"I am no good at art" Fulton admitted. And it was true, if this was what people called art, he was no good at it at all. He could draw a few things, but even they turned out rather strange looking.
"That not true, you do Metal and wood work" She smiled at him.
"Well, that's true" Fulton shrugged, realising that it was all art really. "But I could never paint something like that"
"Doesn't matter, just as long as you are good with your hands." She grinned and walked away from him. Fulton's jaw dropped as he stared after her, and a blush stained his cheeks. Did she just say….
He shook himself out of his thoughts and decided that she was only joking. When he caught up with her on the other side of the room, Rebecca was looking at a painting of a tree. Well, at least he thought it was a tree. "Now this! This, is beauty"
"It is?" Fulton asked.
"Sure" Rebecca smiled. "It is a contempory piece which shows the internal conflict of the artist through parallels."
"Looks like a tree to me" Fulton replied softly.
"It is tree. I was just bullshitting you." Rebecca grinned, and Fulton could not help but laugh. Rebecca was a lot of fun to hang out with. "But it is fun to pretend you know what you are talking about"
Rebecca chuckled and made her way to the next picture. Fulton followed her.
"Is that?" He paused and stared at the painting for a little while. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Depends what you think it is" Rebecca shrugged, trying to sound casual. The painting that they were staring at was a abstract tangle of arms, legs and writhing bodies.
"Two people…" Fulton began.
"Being intimate" Rebecca finished for him. "Yes"
"Umm, wow" he laughed to himself, massaging the back of his neck with his hand and trying to hide his blush.
Rebecca couldn't help but grin. "Do you want some time alone?"
"No" he laughed nervously.
"Come on, there is more to see" Rebecca took his wrist again and tried to pull him away.
"Sure, I will be there in a second" he joked, getting his blushing under control.
"Men" Rebecca smiled and rolled her eyes. "Come on…"
A voice from behind her cut her off. "Rebecca?"
"Oh, hello Julie" Rebecca turned to the sound of the voice and smiled at Julie, who didn't look very happy. "Matt"
"Julie" Fulton began, then he turned to Julie's companion. "Matt"
"What are you doing here?" Julie asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.
"Checking out an exhibition on …" Rebecca began, and her mind had suddenly gone a blank. She knew that Julie had told her which exhibition they were there to see, but now she couldn't remember "Art"
"Abstract" Fulton whispered out of the side of his mouth. Rebecca looked to the banner above them and smiled.
"Thank you Abstract" she grinned.
"Didn't expect you to be one who enjoyed art" matt said to Fulton.
Fulton turned to Rebecca and asked softly. "Did he just insult me?"
"Boys, will you excuse us" Julie smiled brightly at her date for the afternoon, and the boy from her team before taking her roommates arm and dragging her away. "Rebecca, what are you doing here?"
"I am on a date with Fulton" Rebecca smiled. She looked over her shoulder at the taller boy and waved. Fulton laughed and shook his head at her.
Julie crossed her arms across her chest. "A date?"
"Sure, why not." Rebecca grinned.
"Tell me the truth" Julie snapped.
"I did. I am on a date" Rebecca informed her. Julie rolled her eyes.
"At the art gallery, where you knew I would be with Matt. With Dean's roommate" She growled. Rebecca took a small step back. Julie was angry, it was something that she had never seen before, and Beck would be lying if she said that she was not scaring her. "You promised me that you would not tell Dean"
"I didn't tell Dean, I told Fulton. And Dean may have been in the room at the time…" Beck explained weakly, taking another step back as Julie began to take menacing steps towards her.
"Rebecca" Julie growled.
"What, I didn't break the rules, I didn't tell Dean" she laughed nervously.
"I am never going to trust you again" Julie shook her head. There was hurt in her voice. Beck felt horrible.
"Oh, don't be like that" Rebecca began, laying her hand on Julie's shoulder in hopes of getting her to clam down a little. "Please. You told me that you would not hate me"
"Why don't you just leave" Julie replied, looking at the boys who were having what looked like a civil discussion. She didn't know what she was expecting, but then she remembered that it was Fulton, and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Julie turned back to Rebecca. "I know that you don't really want to be here, this is not a real date for you, and that Dean put the two of you up to it"
"How do you know that I don't want to be here" Rebecca asked. "I very much like art"
Julie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because you make shit up and pretend you know what you are talking about"
"And you think that I wouldn't want to share that with Fult" Rebecca asked her. "And Dean didn't put us up to anything, this was my idea"
"It was your idea to come and spy on me" Julie was outraged. Out of everything, she was sure that she could trust Rebecca.
"We are not spying on you" Rebecca replied sincerely. It had not been her intention to spy on them, just to watch what they were doing to make sure that the date didn't turn into a 'date'. "We are here to check out the art"
Julie shook her head, pushed past Rebecca and crossed back to the boys.
"Julie" Rebecca called after her. She hoped that Julie was not really angry about everything that happened. In hindsight, she was realising that it was not necessarily a good idea to have come here. "Julie, come on, I am sorry"
Julie ignored Rebecca. "Matt, you ready to go back to school"
"Julie, come on, don't be like this" Rebecca told her, stepping up beside Fulton. "It is a big gallery, me and Fult will go explore one way, and you and Matt can go the other"
"No, I don't think so" Julie replied. "Matt?"
"We'll leave" Fulton told Julie.
"What?" Rebecca asked. Did he not know that there were there to sabotage the date?
"Beck and I will leave" Fulton told Julie and Matt. "You two enjoy your date"
He shot an apologetic smile at Julie and then turned to leave the gallery. Rebecca stood, dumbfounded for a few seconds before turning and following him out. But the time she reached the doors, Fulton was already a few steps down the street.
"Fult…Fult, come on…" she called after him. She was shorter then he was, so she practically had to run to catch up with him.
"Come on what Beck." He stopped and turned to her. "What happened to you?"
"Me?" Rebecca asked, confused.
Fulton shook his head sadly. "Beck, I know I have only known you for like, a week, at most, but I thought you were different to this"
"Different to what?" she asked him. Fulton just turned and started off down the street again. Rebecca tried to fall into step with him, but found herself failing.
"You knew that Julie wouldn't be pleasant when she found us here. Why couldn't you just let her have a little time alone with Matt?" Fulton told her.
"I thought you were on Dean's side of all this" Rebecca replied.
"Side?" He stopped and looked at her. "There are no sides Beck. This isn't a war. One duck is in love with another duck, we are all on the same side"
"But you are Dean's best friend." She told him.
"Doesn't mean I am going to stop loving Jules. Dean is like a brother to me, and Julie is like a sister." Fulton replied, walking again. "I want them to be happy. But if Julie doesn't think that she is going to be happy with Dean, I am not going to push them together."
"And you think that that is what I am doing?" Rebecca asked angrily. "Trying to push Jules and Portman together"
"Well, it couldn't be that you were here to spend time with me" He muttered, somewhat bitterly. "I am going back to school"
She had stopped trying to catch up with him, so Rebecca stood in the middle of the sidewalk staring after him. What did he just say? Now she really felt bad, not only had she probably annoyed Dean, she ad broken Julie's trust, and she had used Fulton on this 'date'. Ladies and gentlemen, Rebecca Roman, best friend of the year.
"Fulton, wait." She called after him, and was surprised when he stopped walking. He didn't turn to her, but he stopped walking, so that had to mean something. "I am sorry"
"Just step back and let them sort it all out ok." He turned around. They probably looked funny, having this discussion with so much distance between them, but she couldn't care less what other people thought, she never had, so now would be a silly place to start. "Don't take sides, don't push at it, otherwise it will all explode in your face."
Rebecca closed the gap between them and looked up into his face. She put on her best 'I am sorry' smile, and asked. "Are you annoyed at me?"
"No" Fulton replied. She didn't necessarily believe him.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yeah, I am sure" he replied patiently.
"Then smile at me" Rebecca replied, poking him in the cheek. Fulton smiled at her but it came out more like a combined grimace and smirk. Rebecca laughed. "Like you mean it"
"I do mean it" Fulton laughed back.
"Fulton, I do like spending time with you" She replied softly, taking his hand in hers. His hand was at least twice the size of his, they were strong and rough, and Rebecca could not help but think how nice they felt. "Really, I do"
"I like spending time with you to" Fulton admitted, taking her other small hand in his larger one. It was an alien feeling for him to be holding a girls hand. It didn't happen very often. And he had big, rough, boy hands. Hands that were calloused from wood shop and hockey. She had girls hands, musicians hands. Small, delicate. With long fingers and neatly trimmed nails.
"You are a really good friend" Rebecca told him, looking at their joined hands.
"You are the first friend I have had who hasn't been a duck" Fulton admitted.
"Really" She asked, pulling away from him and running off down the street. She turned to call back to him. "That's kind of sad"
"Oh, you did not just call me sad" he replied and chased her to the bus stop. When he got there, she was standing on the bench.
"Ah, Fult, I take it back, I take it back" she held up her hands as a surrender. Fulton went to grab her, but she jumped off of the bench. His arms closed around nothingness.
He growled. "Come back here, you little…"
"Little what?" she asked, standing back on the bench again. She held her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, waiting for him to finish his insult.
"I don't know, all I know it that you are little" Fulton told her.
"Everyone is little compared to you." Rebecca laughed. Where she was standing on the bench, she towered over him, but when they stood beside each other on the ground, he was at least a foot taller then him. "What are you, seven foot, eight foot?"
"Six four and a half" he replied proudly.
"I am only five four" Rebecca replied sadly.
Fulton grinned. "Thus me calling you little"
"Good Fulton" She smiled, reaching out to pat his head. Fulton growled playfully at her before grabbing her around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. Rebecca began kicking and giggling. "Ah, bad Fulton!"
"Are you ticklish?" he asked her, digging his fingers into the curve of her stomach and tickling her. Rebecca began squirming.
"Ah, no Fulton, let me go, really, please!" She laughed. She began hitting him in the back and kicking. Fulton was still laughing and tickling her.
Fulton laughed and lowered her to her feet in front of him. Now that his attention had been brought to it, he realised how much taller he was then her. It was amusing, and as Rebecca looked up at him, he could not help but laugh. Beck slugged him in the stomach and he doubled over, laughing. Beck was laughing to.
He straightened himself again so that he was standing, and looked down at her. Without even thinking, Fulton reached out and pulled Rebecca into his arms, hugging her. Rebecca smiled and wrapped her arms around him. She gigged when she realised that she could hardly fit her arms around him. And he looked down at her and smiled also.
His hand wound in her soft hair, the strands running gently over his fingers. It felt nice to hold her like this, he realised. Before he could understand what he was doing, before he could stop himself, Fulton was pulling her closer to her, dropping his head to gain access to her lips.
Before he could, however, Rebecca pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him away gently. "Um, the bus is coming."
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Shout outs -
Kayla - It is good to know that you are going to keep reading, I love having loyal readers and I hate annoying them by doing things like that. But I know that you are probably throwing a fit now as well. You said you are slightly fond of Portman, well, I am to. It is hard not to be. And what you said about Fulton and Rebecca being sweet together, I agree. Rebecca was actually only going to be a small character that I was going to use in that one chapter where she breaks up the kiss, but then I thought about it, and now she is pretty special to me. And to Fulton to, it seems.
Bloody Raine - hi, I am not sure, but I think that I only got half your review, but I agree with you, who would give up Dean for a science geek!
Cake Eaters girly 99 - Vases' materialise out of no where in your house, cool. I wish they did here. But I suggest that you don't throw to many more. You don't like Matt either? Dang, I was trying to make him nice so that people would feel torn, but I guess that that is not happening. But its cool, hate him to your hearts content!
Enchantress - Wow, a new reviewer. Thank you for reading my story, and thank you for liking it. I hope you keep reading.
Pixie13 - I hope your tests are going well. But now a little maths lesson. According to you Matt = Bad. Therefore Jules + Dean = Good?. Anyway. Wonderfullest isn't a word? Since when? Anyway, I hope that you have more time to write a little more this review.
Nikkiloola - You know, I didn't actually think of it until you said it, but it is kind of a turning point in the relationship. He has told her that he will back off, so now it is up to Julie to decide. Yeah, and Fulton blushes. It is something the I actually look for in a guy, he can be the biggest guy in the world, but if he blushes, then I will hug him. It is like a rule for me.
Anyway, review.
Disclaimer - In this chapter, all I own is Matt and Rebecca.
Notes - I have to admit that I am disappointed in this chapter. As I usually say, this is must better then the drafts, but what I really need is for you to review and tell me whether it was ok or not.
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Julie stood before her mirror and brushed her hair quickly. She bit her lip, twisting her hair quickly into a bun and then letting it fall around her shoulders again. Then she pulled half of it back and clipped it there. She shook her head and took the clip out, letting her hair fall back into place around her face. Julie sighed, and decided that it would have to stay like that, because she could not work out the best way to style her hair for her date with Matt.
Julie was dressed comfortably, but she admitted to herself that she looked nice. She was just in casual jeans and a nice shirt, a trip to the gallery was no reason to get completely dressed up, and it was not like she was trying to impress Matt. If he wanted to take her places, that meant that he was already impressed, right?
The door to her dorm room opened and Rebecca came in, closing the door behind her. She was humming some tune as she absently collapsed onto her bed. Then looked up at Julie, who was still standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.
"Wow, you look nice" Rebecca told her, leaning on her side.
"Thank you" Julie replied, moving away from the mirror to sit on her bed.
"Where are you going?" Rebecca asked, picking up a book off of her beside table.
Julie replied quickly. "No where"
"No where?" Rebecca repeated. "So you are just getting all dressed up to sit around here and do homework?"
"Ok, I am going somewhere." Julie admitted to her friend. "The art gallery in town"
"I like that art gallery" Rebecca sighed a rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling. Julie stood again and moved back to the mirror "They have the best mocha's at the café there"
"Well, you see, other people, they go for other things, like, art" Julie replied. She pulled her hair back a into a messy bun, and then let it fall again after she realised that she had already tried to style her hair like that. She had no idea why she was spending so much time worrying about what her hair looked like anyway.
"I know." Rebecca smiled at her friend. Beck was also wondering why her friend was caring so much about the way that she looked. Julie was not the type of girl who really cared about things like that. It didn't worry her what she looked like, but she always looked nice. "The art gallery is a cool place to go for dates as well. I went there once with…Nathan. But that is not important."
"Dates?" Julie turned to Rebecca, who was reclined casually. "Well, cant say I have ever been on one of them there"
"Well you should one time" Rebecca said slyly, smiling at her. "Most people underestimate the romantic setting of a gallery"
Julie shrugged, preoccupied. "I can see why"
"So, who are you going with?" Rebecca asked. She refused to believe that her roommate was going out by herself.
"No one"
Rebecca did not believe her at all, Julie was a horrible liar, but decided not to push it. "So you are getting all dressed up to go to the Art Gallery all by yourself?"
"Yeah." Julie replied. She didn't want to tell her friend that she was going on a date with Matt. It seemed that in the past week that Rebecca had been friends with the Ducks, she already knew the facts of the whole situation with Dean, and Julie was sure that her roommate had an opinion about it all. "Is that a problem?"
"No, no problem at all" Rebecca assured her. "You might get lonely though"
"I will be ok" Julie replied. There was a silence between the two girls, and finally, Julie snapped. "Ok, I am going with Matt"
Rebecca smiled to herself. "I knew that already!"
"You knew that already?" Julie asked, turning to her and glaring softly. "Then what was with the interrogation?"
"Just wanted to know if you would admit it" Rebecca smiled brightly. Julie continued to glare, and wondered if it was time to keep her away from Fulton, her skills of interrogation were getting to good.
"How did you know?" Julie sighed. .
Rebecca shrugged. "Because Dean wouldn't be caught dead in an Art Gallery"
"What makes you think I would go anywhere with Dean" Julie asked her angrily. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before Rebecca started pushing her into a relationship with Dean. Now she had to look out for three of them, Dean, Connie and Rebecca. It seemed none of them would rest until they had driven her insane.
Rebecca held up her hands to get Julie to calm herself, and then she dragged her friend back to the mirror. Both girls watched their reflections while Rebecca quickly braided Julies hair. "Julie. I know how you get when the conversation turns to Dean, so, lets just drop it before you end up hating me"
"I would never hate you Beck" Julie assured her.
"Don't be so sure" Beck smirked. "It could happen"
"If you say so…"
"So, this is, like, a date, with Matt?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah." Julie rolled her eyes. "A date"
"A date as in he pays, hand holding, him walking you back to our door and kissing type of a date?" Rebecca fished. She was trying her hardest to be a friend and ask interesting questions without offending Julie. It seemed that she was on thin ice. Julie would snap at her if she asked the wrong thing, but Rebecca was interested in what was going on.
"I don't know about all that" Julie replied carefully. "But yeah, it's a date"
"Are you excited?" Rebecca asked her. Julie couldn't help but nod.
"Well" Julie admitted to herself as well as to Rebecca. It was something that she had not really thought of. She had accepted the date with Matt to get her mind off of Dean, but now that she thought about it, she realised that she really was excited about going to the art gallery with Matt. "Yeah, I am excited"
"You really like him, don't you" Rebecca asked.
"I am not sure" Julie admitted, making her way to her bed, sitting. "I am just so confused about it all"
"Then why are you going?" Rebecca asked her.
Julie smiled slyly. "Because I don't want Dean to think that he won"
"So you are just using Matt" Rebecca asked her. She didn't believe that her friend had it in her to use some on like that, just get back at Dean. Julie seemed like such a nice, calm girl, someone who would not use others to get what she wanted.
"Using him?" Julie asked, outraged. "No, not at all"
"You said you didn't like him"
"I didn't say I didn't like him" Julie explained. "I said that I wasn't sure what I felt from him. There is a difference. I do like Matt…"
There was silence between them again, and Julie knew that her roommate was holding her tongue. "Come on, I know you have a comment"
"I said I would say nothing about Dean" Rebecca replied. Julie smirked. When Rebecca had made that promise, she was sure that there would be no way that Rebecca would be able to stand by it. "And I am sticking by that."
"Thank you" Julie smiled, believing her. It was nice to have a conversation about the situation without some one shoving their opinions down her throat.
"When do you think you will be back?" Rebecca asked her.
Julie shrugged. "I have no idea, probably before dinner."
"Does any one else know that you are going?" Rebecca asked, hoping that her questioning would be taken as concern and not prying.
"No." Julie informed her. "I didn't tell anyone, only you"
Julie then realised something. As she watched her friend formulated her next question. Julie turned, hands on hips, and glared at Rebecca. "Oh no you don't"
"Oh no I don't what" Rebecca asked innocently.
"I know the way your mind works." Julie told her, eyeing her suspiciously. "I can see the cogs turning. You are thinking about the quickest way you can get to Dean and Fulton's room"
"No, I am not…" Rebecca replied. She felt like saying that she didn't have to think about the quickest way to their room, she already knew it.
"Yes you are Rebecca, and I need you to promise me you wont go over there and tell Dean" Julie knelt in front Rebecca, taking her hands in hers and practically begging.
"I promise" Rebecca replied sincerely.
"You promise?"
"Julie, I promise. And you can trust me, you know you can" Beck assured her. Julie nodded and stood, straitening her clothing.
"You are right, and I do trust you" Julie replied. She looked at her watch and smiled nervously. "I have to go, I have to meet Matt at the bus stop"
"Well, have a good time" Rebecca stood and hugged her friend before leading her to the door. "And remember, don't do anything I wouldn't do"
"Beck" Julie turned to her in the doorway. "Promise me again that you wont tell Dean"
Rebecca smiled "I promise"
Rebecca watched from the doorway as Julie disappeared down the hallway. Then she closed the door behind her, and made her way to the boys dorms.
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"And she just kissed you, just like that"
"Just like that" Dean replied as he opened the door to his dorm room for himself and Fulton. They were just getting back from their last lesson of the day. "Like she had not spent all that time just telling me that it was not going to happen between us"
"Well that is…" Fulton followed his friend in and collapsed onto his bed, searching his mind for the right word. "Odd"
"Odd" Dean exclaimed, kicking off his shoes and moving to throw them out the window (if he was anything, he was a man of his word). "Fulton, it isn't just odd. It is freaky, twilight zone, 'who are you and what have you done with Jules' type shit"
"Yeah" he found himself agreeing.
"I would have kissed her back." Dean admitted as he threw his books to the corner of his room and sat on the floor. " All she had to do was tell me that she was wrong about her feelings and I would have kissed her back"
"If you are waiting for her to admit that she is wrong about something, then you are going to be waiting for a while" Fulton informed his friend, leaning on his side and propping his head up on his hand. "Even if she does love you, she wont cave, you will have to force it out of her. If she doesn't cave of her own free will, then she knows that you own her, and woman don't like to be possessed."
Dean, amazed by his friends knowledge, cocked his head to the side. "Fulton, do you understand women?"
"We are not suppose to." Fulton laughed. "That's the point"
"I thought so" Dean smiled.
"They do it on purpose." Fulton told his friend, who was suddenly extremely interested in what Fulton had to say. "One minute they are hot, next they are cold, they can be happy, then seconds later crying like little babies. It is all part of the little game that they play"
"It's a conspiracy" Dean exclaimed.
Neither boy realised that when they had entered the room, then had not shut the door completely. In the hallway, Beck was standing just out side the door. She was just about to knock on the door, but she decided it would be much more interesting to find out exactly what Fulton thought about women.
"Exactly, a conspiracy" Fulton confirmed. "The women of the world unite against us men to make our lives a living hell"
"How do you know all this?" Dean asked.
"I have been friends with Connie since I was 8, you are not her friend for that long without observing the games she plays with Guy." Fulton replied, and Dean smiled, realising that it was true, a lot could discovered from watching their female team mate.
"Women are evil" Dean shrugged.
"Ahem" Rebecca coughed, deciding now was a good time to make her presence known. She opened the door more and stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "Is that so?"
Fulton looked at Dean, they had to come up with an excuse, before Rebecca went serial killer on them. "Oh, hey Rebecca, we were just discussing…"
"The defence of…." Dean added, hoping he could pass it off as a hockey conversation.
"Women?" Rebecca grinned, entering the room and taking a seat beside Fulton on his bed. "I heard."
Dean looked at her. "Should we be scared right now?"
"What, because I am a member of the conspiracy?" She asked in a slow clam voice. Both of the boys stared at her, scared, before she laughed at them. "Lets just call me a double agent"
"What?" Dean asked.
"I come with news" She announced, and then turned to Fulton. "Fulton, Did you know that Julie is on a date with Matt as we speak."
"Hey, why are you telling me?" Fulton told her. Beck smiled at Dean but then looked back at Fulton. "Dean is sitting right there!"
"But I promised not to tell Dean" She replied carefully. "So Fulton, he took her to the art gallery"
On the other side of the room, Dean stood and made his way to retrieve his shoes. "Where are you going?"
"To the art gallery" Dean replied casually.
Rebecca stood. "No, I am sorry, I cant let you do that"
"What!" Dean yelled. He could not believe this. Julie was off on a date with Matt. At an Art Gallery. And Beck had come over to tell him (without really telling him, of course), now she was saying that he couldn't go do something about it.
"I promised Julie that I would not tell you" Beck told him.
"Then why did you?" Fulton asked her. She smiled at him.
"I didn't promise that I wouldn't tell Fult." Beck replied, smiling at her own brilliantness. "But if you were to show up at the gallery and break up their date, she would hate the both of us."
"So what, I am just suppose to wait around here like a good little boy and have that geeky little bastard to put the moves on Julie." Dean asked. "I am sorry, I cant do that"
Dean stood and made his way to the door, but Rebecca stood in his way. Dean took a step to the left, and she did to, still blocking his way. Dean took a step to the right, and once again, Rebecca took a step as well. He was just about to barge past her, when Rebecca pressed her hand to his chest and pushed him backwards, practically throwing him back onto his bed. "Sit down"
Fulton almost laughed at his friend, who had just been overpowered by a girl. "Shit, the girl has skill"
Dean sat up, about ready to throw her across the room, but she placed a claming hand on his shoulder. "I know what you plan on doing. But I am not going to let you. If you want out of this room, you have to get past me!"
Dean shrugged her away and stood, towering over the shorter girl. "Not as hard as it sounds"
"Sorry Portman, but you hurt her, I hurt you" Fulton stepped between them. As he stood chest to chest with his best friend, Dean calmed. "That's the way it has to be"
"But I cant just sit here" Dean replied.
Rebecca stepped to the side of the two boys. "Dean, do you trust me?"
"Well…Yeah" Dean admitted. He had only known Rebecca for a little while, but if Fulton and Julie trusted her, then he was sure that he could trust her to.
"Do you trust Fulton" Rebecca asked.
Dean smiled at his best friend and thumped him on the shoulder. "Yeah, of course"
"Good" Rebecca grinned, taking Fulton's arm and pulling him towards the door. "Lets go!"
"Wait, wait, where are we going?" Fulton asked.
"On a date" Rebecca grinned.
"What?" Dean and Fulton both exclaimed together.
"A date" Beck replied. She looked between the two boys, wondering which would be the first to realise what she was talking about. When neither of them understood, she sighed and explained it to them. "You are taking me to the art gallery"
Fulton just let himself be dragged out of the room, and wondered what it was that he was getting himself into.
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Fulton stood outside the art gallery, looking up at the three story building. "You know, I really like this place"
"You have been here before?" Rebecca asked, pulling open the door and dragging him into the foyer of the gallery. It felt like she had dragged him all the way here. From the school to the bus stop, then from the bus stop to here.
"Once or twice" he shrugged.
"Didn't expect you to be the type of person to go to an art gallery" Rebecca told him as they walked into the first room filled with paintings and sculptures.
"I am not the type of person to go to an art gallery" Fulton admitted casually.
"Then how come you came here?"
"First time it was an accident" He replied, smiling to himself at the memory. "It was raining and I came in here so I wouldn't get wet"
"Second time?" she asked.
"I don't know, I was just walking past and decided to have a look." He shrugged. "That was a few years ago"
"I don't come here very often either." She told him, pausing to look at one of the paintings quickly. Fulton stopped beside her and tried to work out what it was that they were looking at. It was just a mash of colours to him. "I have only been here once"
"Do you like art?" He asked, tilting his head a little. He still couldn't see anything artistic in the mess of colour. He wondered how much the painting had been brought for, because for that much, he could do something that actually looked like something.
"Sure, why not" Rebecca took his wrist and dragged him over to the next painting. It was just a black canvas with red lines on it. "music is more my thing, but art is good"
"I am no good at art" Fulton admitted. And it was true, if this was what people called art, he was no good at it at all. He could draw a few things, but even they turned out rather strange looking.
"That not true, you do Metal and wood work" She smiled at him.
"Well, that's true" Fulton shrugged, realising that it was all art really. "But I could never paint something like that"
"Doesn't matter, just as long as you are good with your hands." She grinned and walked away from him. Fulton's jaw dropped as he stared after her, and a blush stained his cheeks. Did she just say….
He shook himself out of his thoughts and decided that she was only joking. When he caught up with her on the other side of the room, Rebecca was looking at a painting of a tree. Well, at least he thought it was a tree. "Now this! This, is beauty"
"It is?" Fulton asked.
"Sure" Rebecca smiled. "It is a contempory piece which shows the internal conflict of the artist through parallels."
"Looks like a tree to me" Fulton replied softly.
"It is tree. I was just bullshitting you." Rebecca grinned, and Fulton could not help but laugh. Rebecca was a lot of fun to hang out with. "But it is fun to pretend you know what you are talking about"
Rebecca chuckled and made her way to the next picture. Fulton followed her.
"Is that?" He paused and stared at the painting for a little while. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Depends what you think it is" Rebecca shrugged, trying to sound casual. The painting that they were staring at was a abstract tangle of arms, legs and writhing bodies.
"Two people…" Fulton began.
"Being intimate" Rebecca finished for him. "Yes"
"Umm, wow" he laughed to himself, massaging the back of his neck with his hand and trying to hide his blush.
Rebecca couldn't help but grin. "Do you want some time alone?"
"No" he laughed nervously.
"Come on, there is more to see" Rebecca took his wrist again and tried to pull him away.
"Sure, I will be there in a second" he joked, getting his blushing under control.
"Men" Rebecca smiled and rolled her eyes. "Come on…"
A voice from behind her cut her off. "Rebecca?"
"Oh, hello Julie" Rebecca turned to the sound of the voice and smiled at Julie, who didn't look very happy. "Matt"
"Julie" Fulton began, then he turned to Julie's companion. "Matt"
"What are you doing here?" Julie asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.
"Checking out an exhibition on …" Rebecca began, and her mind had suddenly gone a blank. She knew that Julie had told her which exhibition they were there to see, but now she couldn't remember "Art"
"Abstract" Fulton whispered out of the side of his mouth. Rebecca looked to the banner above them and smiled.
"Thank you Abstract" she grinned.
"Didn't expect you to be one who enjoyed art" matt said to Fulton.
Fulton turned to Rebecca and asked softly. "Did he just insult me?"
"Boys, will you excuse us" Julie smiled brightly at her date for the afternoon, and the boy from her team before taking her roommates arm and dragging her away. "Rebecca, what are you doing here?"
"I am on a date with Fulton" Rebecca smiled. She looked over her shoulder at the taller boy and waved. Fulton laughed and shook his head at her.
Julie crossed her arms across her chest. "A date?"
"Sure, why not." Rebecca grinned.
"Tell me the truth" Julie snapped.
"I did. I am on a date" Rebecca informed her. Julie rolled her eyes.
"At the art gallery, where you knew I would be with Matt. With Dean's roommate" She growled. Rebecca took a small step back. Julie was angry, it was something that she had never seen before, and Beck would be lying if she said that she was not scaring her. "You promised me that you would not tell Dean"
"I didn't tell Dean, I told Fulton. And Dean may have been in the room at the time…" Beck explained weakly, taking another step back as Julie began to take menacing steps towards her.
"Rebecca" Julie growled.
"What, I didn't break the rules, I didn't tell Dean" she laughed nervously.
"I am never going to trust you again" Julie shook her head. There was hurt in her voice. Beck felt horrible.
"Oh, don't be like that" Rebecca began, laying her hand on Julie's shoulder in hopes of getting her to clam down a little. "Please. You told me that you would not hate me"
"Why don't you just leave" Julie replied, looking at the boys who were having what looked like a civil discussion. She didn't know what she was expecting, but then she remembered that it was Fulton, and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Julie turned back to Rebecca. "I know that you don't really want to be here, this is not a real date for you, and that Dean put the two of you up to it"
"How do you know that I don't want to be here" Rebecca asked. "I very much like art"
Julie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because you make shit up and pretend you know what you are talking about"
"And you think that I wouldn't want to share that with Fult" Rebecca asked her. "And Dean didn't put us up to anything, this was my idea"
"It was your idea to come and spy on me" Julie was outraged. Out of everything, she was sure that she could trust Rebecca.
"We are not spying on you" Rebecca replied sincerely. It had not been her intention to spy on them, just to watch what they were doing to make sure that the date didn't turn into a 'date'. "We are here to check out the art"
Julie shook her head, pushed past Rebecca and crossed back to the boys.
"Julie" Rebecca called after her. She hoped that Julie was not really angry about everything that happened. In hindsight, she was realising that it was not necessarily a good idea to have come here. "Julie, come on, I am sorry"
Julie ignored Rebecca. "Matt, you ready to go back to school"
"Julie, come on, don't be like this" Rebecca told her, stepping up beside Fulton. "It is a big gallery, me and Fult will go explore one way, and you and Matt can go the other"
"No, I don't think so" Julie replied. "Matt?"
"We'll leave" Fulton told Julie.
"What?" Rebecca asked. Did he not know that there were there to sabotage the date?
"Beck and I will leave" Fulton told Julie and Matt. "You two enjoy your date"
He shot an apologetic smile at Julie and then turned to leave the gallery. Rebecca stood, dumbfounded for a few seconds before turning and following him out. But the time she reached the doors, Fulton was already a few steps down the street.
"Fult…Fult, come on…" she called after him. She was shorter then he was, so she practically had to run to catch up with him.
"Come on what Beck." He stopped and turned to her. "What happened to you?"
"Me?" Rebecca asked, confused.
Fulton shook his head sadly. "Beck, I know I have only known you for like, a week, at most, but I thought you were different to this"
"Different to what?" she asked him. Fulton just turned and started off down the street again. Rebecca tried to fall into step with him, but found herself failing.
"You knew that Julie wouldn't be pleasant when she found us here. Why couldn't you just let her have a little time alone with Matt?" Fulton told her.
"I thought you were on Dean's side of all this" Rebecca replied.
"Side?" He stopped and looked at her. "There are no sides Beck. This isn't a war. One duck is in love with another duck, we are all on the same side"
"But you are Dean's best friend." She told him.
"Doesn't mean I am going to stop loving Jules. Dean is like a brother to me, and Julie is like a sister." Fulton replied, walking again. "I want them to be happy. But if Julie doesn't think that she is going to be happy with Dean, I am not going to push them together."
"And you think that that is what I am doing?" Rebecca asked angrily. "Trying to push Jules and Portman together"
"Well, it couldn't be that you were here to spend time with me" He muttered, somewhat bitterly. "I am going back to school"
She had stopped trying to catch up with him, so Rebecca stood in the middle of the sidewalk staring after him. What did he just say? Now she really felt bad, not only had she probably annoyed Dean, she ad broken Julie's trust, and she had used Fulton on this 'date'. Ladies and gentlemen, Rebecca Roman, best friend of the year.
"Fulton, wait." She called after him, and was surprised when he stopped walking. He didn't turn to her, but he stopped walking, so that had to mean something. "I am sorry"
"Just step back and let them sort it all out ok." He turned around. They probably looked funny, having this discussion with so much distance between them, but she couldn't care less what other people thought, she never had, so now would be a silly place to start. "Don't take sides, don't push at it, otherwise it will all explode in your face."
Rebecca closed the gap between them and looked up into his face. She put on her best 'I am sorry' smile, and asked. "Are you annoyed at me?"
"No" Fulton replied. She didn't necessarily believe him.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yeah, I am sure" he replied patiently.
"Then smile at me" Rebecca replied, poking him in the cheek. Fulton smiled at her but it came out more like a combined grimace and smirk. Rebecca laughed. "Like you mean it"
"I do mean it" Fulton laughed back.
"Fulton, I do like spending time with you" She replied softly, taking his hand in hers. His hand was at least twice the size of his, they were strong and rough, and Rebecca could not help but think how nice they felt. "Really, I do"
"I like spending time with you to" Fulton admitted, taking her other small hand in his larger one. It was an alien feeling for him to be holding a girls hand. It didn't happen very often. And he had big, rough, boy hands. Hands that were calloused from wood shop and hockey. She had girls hands, musicians hands. Small, delicate. With long fingers and neatly trimmed nails.
"You are a really good friend" Rebecca told him, looking at their joined hands.
"You are the first friend I have had who hasn't been a duck" Fulton admitted.
"Really" She asked, pulling away from him and running off down the street. She turned to call back to him. "That's kind of sad"
"Oh, you did not just call me sad" he replied and chased her to the bus stop. When he got there, she was standing on the bench.
"Ah, Fult, I take it back, I take it back" she held up her hands as a surrender. Fulton went to grab her, but she jumped off of the bench. His arms closed around nothingness.
He growled. "Come back here, you little…"
"Little what?" she asked, standing back on the bench again. She held her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, waiting for him to finish his insult.
"I don't know, all I know it that you are little" Fulton told her.
"Everyone is little compared to you." Rebecca laughed. Where she was standing on the bench, she towered over him, but when they stood beside each other on the ground, he was at least a foot taller then him. "What are you, seven foot, eight foot?"
"Six four and a half" he replied proudly.
"I am only five four" Rebecca replied sadly.
Fulton grinned. "Thus me calling you little"
"Good Fulton" She smiled, reaching out to pat his head. Fulton growled playfully at her before grabbing her around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. Rebecca began kicking and giggling. "Ah, bad Fulton!"
"Are you ticklish?" he asked her, digging his fingers into the curve of her stomach and tickling her. Rebecca began squirming.
"Ah, no Fulton, let me go, really, please!" She laughed. She began hitting him in the back and kicking. Fulton was still laughing and tickling her.
Fulton laughed and lowered her to her feet in front of him. Now that his attention had been brought to it, he realised how much taller he was then her. It was amusing, and as Rebecca looked up at him, he could not help but laugh. Beck slugged him in the stomach and he doubled over, laughing. Beck was laughing to.
He straightened himself again so that he was standing, and looked down at her. Without even thinking, Fulton reached out and pulled Rebecca into his arms, hugging her. Rebecca smiled and wrapped her arms around him. She gigged when she realised that she could hardly fit her arms around him. And he looked down at her and smiled also.
His hand wound in her soft hair, the strands running gently over his fingers. It felt nice to hold her like this, he realised. Before he could understand what he was doing, before he could stop himself, Fulton was pulling her closer to her, dropping his head to gain access to her lips.
Before he could, however, Rebecca pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him away gently. "Um, the bus is coming."
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Shout outs -
Kayla - It is good to know that you are going to keep reading, I love having loyal readers and I hate annoying them by doing things like that. But I know that you are probably throwing a fit now as well. You said you are slightly fond of Portman, well, I am to. It is hard not to be. And what you said about Fulton and Rebecca being sweet together, I agree. Rebecca was actually only going to be a small character that I was going to use in that one chapter where she breaks up the kiss, but then I thought about it, and now she is pretty special to me. And to Fulton to, it seems.
Bloody Raine - hi, I am not sure, but I think that I only got half your review, but I agree with you, who would give up Dean for a science geek!
Cake Eaters girly 99 - Vases' materialise out of no where in your house, cool. I wish they did here. But I suggest that you don't throw to many more. You don't like Matt either? Dang, I was trying to make him nice so that people would feel torn, but I guess that that is not happening. But its cool, hate him to your hearts content!
Enchantress - Wow, a new reviewer. Thank you for reading my story, and thank you for liking it. I hope you keep reading.
Pixie13 - I hope your tests are going well. But now a little maths lesson. According to you Matt = Bad. Therefore Jules + Dean = Good?. Anyway. Wonderfullest isn't a word? Since when? Anyway, I hope that you have more time to write a little more this review.
Nikkiloola - You know, I didn't actually think of it until you said it, but it is kind of a turning point in the relationship. He has told her that he will back off, so now it is up to Julie to decide. Yeah, and Fulton blushes. It is something the I actually look for in a guy, he can be the biggest guy in the world, but if he blushes, then I will hug him. It is like a rule for me.
Anyway, review.
