A/N: hey guys sorry its been so long since I've updated but I have had some severe writer's block or laziness I haven't quite decided which one it is yet. So yea I totally pulled this chapter out of my ass, so if it sucks tell me I don't blame you but anyways on with the story
Disclaimer: don't own em, don't sue me
"so what now?" Mj asked breaking the ice on the way home.
"what do you mean"
"well are we just supposed to go back to being best friends, or is this gonna be one of those its gonna take time bullshit things"
"subtly really never was your strong suit was it"
MJ blushed, "yea I guess not, just like keeping your clothes on was never your strong suit"
"yea yea shut up" He mumbled playfully shoving her across the sidewalk they were now walking on.
A few months past and before they knew it December was upon them, the snow was falling, the air was nipping and MJ was freezing her ass off.
"Damn it Dean if I would have known it was gonna be this cold here I would have just let you miss me for the rest of your life" She said sternly as she entered Dean's dormroom.
"man MJ this is nothing now the 3 mile jogs that coach makes us do at 5 in the morning during the Christmas holiday now that's torture" Fulton replied from his bed across from Dean.
MJ's expression turned to one of pure fear, "he's not serious is he?" she pleaded with Dean for an answer.
"no but he had ya going pretty good, right on bro"
The celebration didn't last for long as MJ's hands quickly backhanded the enforcers' heads.
"OW" they simultaneously replied.
"yea yea can we please just get down to business" MJ grumbled.
"and what would that business be?" Fulton questioned.
"well Dean and I are studying for our English final"
"oh well that's my que to leave" Fulton got up quickly and hurried out the door, he was naturally quite smart and hated anything to do with studying.
"alright so you ready to do this thing" Portman asked,
"do this thing? God you make it sound so so I don't know just not good"
"well I'm sorry but studying on a Friday night while there is a hot girl on my bed is not exactly my idea of fun"
MJ looked up from her book. "did you just call me hot"
"you're the one sitting around in an 80 degree room with a ski jacket on"
MJ looked down, "oh yea I guess I am"
"ha, your funny you thought I would tell you your hot, oh man that's good"
"shut up" she grumbled.
There had always been a certain amount of sexual tension between the two especially in their teenage years, over the years as Mj would watch Dean's game she always took notice as to how handsome he had gotten over the years and Dean in return never missed a press conference that MJ appeared on always looking prettier than the day before.
"look Dean I think I need to go" she said getting up from the floor.
"oh no you don't you're a freakin English genius and I'm barely making my B so your staying" he replied pulling her back down.
After about three hours of studying they found themselves sprawled out on the floor at each other's feet. It was a comfortable silence that engulfed them one that only comes along once in a lifetime.
Then Mj spoke, "do you ever feel like you just get everything in your life to go right and then out of no where it throws you another curve ball, and you try to hit it but you just keep missing"
"no I tend to get the one where I feel like I'm in the bottom of this ten foot hole and theres the rope dangling just waiting for me to grab on and pull myself up but I just wont hold on to it its like I get half way up then I chicken shit out of it."
"one two three strikes we're out"
"amen babe, amen"
Alrighty people please review, and help me brainstorm for this I'm running out of ideas!
