So a date with Dean Portman wasn't all that bad. All through dinner we talked about our childhoods and how we got into figure skating and hockey. We talked about how Dean ended up in Minnesota and a few other mindless chat conversations to pass the time. The night was dropping in temperature exponentially by the time we exited the last movie of the evening. I shivered; already cold from the dress I had chosen to wear out and with out missing a beat Dean wrapped his leather jacket around my shoulders to block the cool breeze from my skin.
"Thanks." I mumbled not knowing how to handle this new situation. I had never had a guy treat me like this, this well in fact. Most of the time, they knew I was using them and didn't bother to try to impress me but this one was different. It kind of made me feel bad that I wasn't intending on this going anywhere but the few more feet to my hotel.
"My car's right there…." He mumbled to the parking lot behind the building.
"I'd rather walk…" I said without a care in the world. Looking up at the night sky, I watched a shooting star pass overhead and my breathe caught in my throat.
"Dean, look!" I practically yelled, pulling him to my side while continuing to point in the direction the star had went.
"What…" He mumbled, search the crystal clear sky for whatever had caught her attention.
"Oh, nothing, I guess. It was like, a shooting star…" Her voice was still confused at the event. You would never see anything like that in California, or at least she had never taken the time to look for one.
"Yeah, those are happening more frequently lately, I think there might be a meteor shower this week.." He commented, looking back down to the girl on his side. I gripped his firm upper arm in my tightened fists. Looking up at him, his eyes looked back down at mine. I broke the gaze before he could lean down towards me.
"Well, I should be heading back before my Mother flips.." The comment was short and to the point before he reached out and took my hand in his.
"Hey, I'm not going to let you walk the streets of Minneapolis alone at night.." He softly whispered, his face a mere few centimeters from my face.
"it's okay, I think I can take care of myself.." I whispered back, not moving from his unrelenting stare.
"Stop looking at me that way.." I mumbled.
"Like what way?" His face told the story that he was messing with me.
"Like that, like you're falling in love with me.."
"Why?" He asked, all the serious he could muster in the sentence.
"Because you can't.." I finally pulled away and began to walk down the lonely sidewalk towards my hotel. I was more knowledgeable of the area now that I could have probably made it back to place without an escort.
"Why can't I?" I heard him call from behind me. I just shook my head, hearing me heels click softly away at the hard pavement of the broken rock. "Hey, what about my jacket?" He yelled again down the vacant street.
"I'll bring it back to you tomorrow.." I promised, wrapping the piece of material tighter around my shoulders.
The walk was cold and lonely but the lights of the hotel weren't far ahead. I sighed, climbing the front steps and into the lobby before a shriek of excitement was heard from the far corner of the quiet lobby.
"Madison Lynn Evans!!!" My Mother could always be counted on to ruin my almost perfect night. "Where have you been?" Her voice coming out in a yell.
"Calm down, Mom, I told you I was going out tonight.." Moving towards the elevator was harder than I thought with my Mother still following behind me.
"And where did you get that jacket? It looks like some gang member's jacket! How dare you go out dressed like that! That dress is something else we need to discuss, it looks like a form of night wear." Her voice was really starting to annoy me by the time the elevator stopped on our floor. I'm sure the whole hotel now knew of my personal life.
"Mom, can you just cut it out! I'm back, I'm not hurt, it was just a date.." I yelled before swinging open our door.
"A date?! No wonder you dressed like that…" She had no idea how much her words hurt me but I tried to ignore them, making my way to the bathroom and slamming the door behind me. She continue to yell outside my door for another 5 minutes before she realized I wasn't listening anymore. I felt the tears hot and fresh on my eyes lids before they actually fell to my anger reddened cheeks with a hot burn. How could she treat me this way, my own Mother. How can Mother's treat their daughter's anyway but with love and respect. She'd always treated me like I was the accident, that Scott was the perfect child, the star athlete and the only one she really loved. I leaned my head against the cold tile of the bathroom wall, letting my tears come down in waterfalls now. Turning on the water to the newly scrubbed shower, I stripped off my clothes and climbed in to let the water mask my tears that were now coming in sobs. I just didn't understand her and it was obvious she didn't understand me or even care to try.
By the time I emerged from the steamy shower, my Mother had fallen asleep in the bed closest to the door. I quickly grabbed my cigarettes from my knapsack and opened the patio door to sit out in the night air. The cold always helped me think when I was really upset. Taking a small object from the flip top box, I quickly held it between my lips to light it. Who the hell cares if I die of lung cancer, who one would, that's who. The familiar taste lingered in my mouth as I held in the first breathe.
"Phhss.." The noise caught me off guard at first, causing me to almost drop my cigarette in my lap. Looking over the railing, Dean Portman's smiling face looked up at me.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" I asked, shocked and at the same time trying to hide the small stick from his view.
"Well, you said you'd see me tomorrow and it's 12:01, I couldn't wait any longer…" He mumbled. The gesture in itself was enough for my heart to melt at the sight of him but then I glanced back into the room behind me.
"You have to get out of here before you wake my Mother up… She's already in a crabby mood…" I motioned behind me.
"Let her wake up…" He mumbled, calling for someone I couldn't see below me.
"I have a surprise for you…" He whispered, a small smile forming on my lips.
"What?" I asked, closing the door behind me all the way shut. A few guys with a couple guitars and some drums came out from below the balcony.
"Dean, what is this?" I asked, feeling a blush start in my cheeks.
"Well, these are some of my friends from over at the college, I asked them if they could help me tell you how you make me feel…How I feel about you tonight." He mumbled. Once they were set up, they started playing the most beautiful song I had ever heard and I didn't even really like slow songs.
what day is it
and in what month
this clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up
and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
I looked down at the man standing next to the small band playing this song for me. I quickly put out my cigarette and heading back through the room and down the stairs as fast as I could.
"Dean…" I mumbled, coming out the front door and running around to that side of the building.
I spotted him as soon as I came around the building and he held out a handful of roses.
"Dean, what is this? I thought we agreed.." I mumbled. He pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around my waist and beginning to sway to the music with me.
all of the things that I want to say
just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping inwards
you got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
The wind had died down in the cold night air but the chill was still there. I didn't feel it though, looking up into his eyes was all the warmth I needed.
cause it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to prove
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
"Dean, I can't…" I started but he silenced me with the most passionate kiss I had ever felt in my life. The words of the song sounding in the back of my mind.
there's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
everything she does is beautiful
everything she does is right
you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to lose
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
The song was coming to an end as our kiss ended, the feeling coming back in my feet. The pavement was cold on my bare feet as I looked up at him, a shiver escaping my body.
"You cold?" He asked, I nodded before he picked me up over his arms and began to walk back around the building to the front door. He placed me back on the carpeted steps of the front door.
"Dean, I…" He stopped me by placing a finger over my lips,
"Don't." He smiled a sad smile, "Just, don't, Madison… Just let us enjoy this moment…" He mumbled before placing another kiss to my chilled lips.
"Goodnight, Madison.." He mumbled, turning to walk away, down the darkened street.
"Goodnight, Dean.." I mumbled before returning through the hotel doors.
Well, I'm soooooo sorry I haven't updated in like forever, I got a spert of energy and decided to run with it, if I get few reviews I might update again soon, so let me know what you think and please take a look at my other stories as well as they almost all tie together.