Author's Note: OK, here's a fun story, I have no power at my house, lol. Yeah, my town got hit by a tornado?? (I live in Jersey wtf mother nature?) Anyway, I'm working on my laptop on shanghaied wireless service from my neighbor! HAHA, alrighty, well, be grateful that I am using my limited internet access and laptop batery to bring this story to you people! Also, give me reviews to make me feel better, I have very little to do without electronics...thanks!

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Chapter 6: Dating

"Should I do my hair?" Theresa called Deena in a hyper active freak out getting dressed.

"What?" Deena said.

"If we go on the bike, it will have been a waste of time to do my hair," Theresa said, "But if we don't, I want to do the cute flippy thing with it."

"Oh," Deena said, as she pulled out a dress and held it up. "What if you do the cute flippy thing with your bangs, and put you hair in a ponytail?"

"Yes," she said, "Good! I hate that we're not hanging out tonight, I mean, first Saturday of senior year."

"Yeah, it sucks," Deena sighed, "Hey, have you seen the bike yet?"

"No," Theresa said, "I haven't but hopefully its cool."

"There are uncool motorcycles?" Deena asked.

"Yes," Theresa sighed, "Cheesy little Japanese ones with neon plastic hanging off them."

"That even sounds uncool." Deena grimaced. "I'm excited for you."

"Have fun at the party," Theresa said, "Hey! Maybe you can throw Lilly down the stairs!"

"Never!" Deena said, "Not without you. Have fun on your super secret mystery date! Hey, did you tell Julie yet?"

"No, but the twins know," she said, "Which means that Danny knows,"

"Which means Marie knows," Deena filled in.

"Long story short, all of the regulars at both bars and chances are half the population of Bangor probably knows that I have a date tonight," she laughed, "I almost called Kitty, I wanted to ask her things."

"You should have," Deena said. "She probably would have wanted to hear about him."

"No," Theresa sighed, "I can't, I mean, we're not talking to her."

"Dean isn't talking to her," Deena said, "You can."

"No, I can't," She sighed, "White or black leather?"

"Pants?" Deena asked.

"Jacket," she said slightly horrified, "I don't even own leather pants! The white one's prettier, but the black is like more badass."

"Go with the white," Deena said, "I love you, but badass you are not."

"Hey, I'm a Portman, we are totally badass!" Theresa said.

"Wow," Dominic said as Theresa met him outside of the dorm. She was just wearing jeans and a tee shirt under her white leather jacket, but apparently it was a look that worked.

"That's the bike?" She smiled, seeing him stand next to it.

"Yes," he said, "does it pass?"

"It's not Daddy's Indian," she shrugged, "But its not a,"

"Fluorescent Japanese Crotch Rocket?" He tried, she nodded, "Um, you look, well, I stand by the wow." She smiled and looked at the ground. "Your face isn't red."

"It feels like it should be," she mumbled. "So, where are we going?"

"Surprise," he smiled, tossing her the extra helmet. She caught it. "Fast hands."

"Cat reflexes," she laughed, "Got them from my mom. Drives my dad crazy that I never played hockey."

"Hop on," he said. She looked nervous. "Unless you're scared."

"I'm not scared," she said. "I mean, I just, how fast do you go on it?"

"Tell me something Re," he said, "Are you this skittish when you go out on your Daddy's bike?"

"He doesn't go fast," she said.

"Going fast is part of the fun," he smiled and moved closer to her. Her eyes got big.

"Are we still talking about the bike?" she said quietly.

"Of course," he said, closing the space between them. "Come on." He leaned down to kiss her. She surprised herself by pulling away, and smiling uncomfortably. He smiled. "We should go."

"Where are we going?" she said as they both straddled the bike, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

"Hold on tight," He laughed, revving the engine.

"Where are you going?" Adam said as Deena headed towards the door.

"Out," she said.

"Out where?" He asked.

"With Ryan." She said.

"I didn't say who with, Deena," He said sternly.

"There's a party," she sighed. "I'll be in by midnight."

"Eleven," he said.

"Dad it's Saturday," she objected, "On Saturday my curfew is midnight."

"I'm changing it," he said, "I want you in by eleven."

"Daddy!" She said.

"You have a game tomorrow, you should be in bed early," he said, "My friend from BC is going to be there tomorrow, you have to play well."

"Right," she said, "Fine, eleven." She opened the door and Ryan walked in. "Hi," she said and kissed him.

"Hi," he smiled. "Hi Mr. Banks,"

"Hi Ryan," Adam waved. "In by eleven OK?"

"But its Saturday?" Ryan said confused.

"Forget it," Deena sighed, "Let's go."

"OK," they walked out. "Did you two fight again?"

"The BC scout," she said, "How do I tell him I don't want to go there?"

"Julian managed," Ryan shrugged.

"Julian got recruited, it was different," Deena sighed. "I can't do this, I don't want to go to Boston."

"Dee," He said and kissed her. "Calm down. Your father loves you, he will understand. We don't need to do this tonight, if you're not in the mood for the party, we'll go to the movies or something."

"No," she said, "I want to go to the party. Come on."

"You're sure?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded, "Come on."

At the party Ryan came over to Deena with a drink. She smiled took it and kissed him.

"You're really into kissing tonight, Dee," He laughed.

"Can we go someplace?" She said quietly.

"Dee," he said, "I don't think,"

"Ryan, please," she said, "Just someplace quiet."

"Yeah," he said, "Come on, we'll go upstairs."

"Perfect," she smiled and kissed him again. Once upstairs they started kissing, their arms wrapped around each other, Deena pulled over and lay down on the bed, Ryan kept kissing her, and she began to pull at the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it over his head.

"Deena," he said. "Stop."

"I don't want to stop," she said and kissed him again.

"I don't want it to be like this Dee," He said, "You'll regret it."

"I love you," she kissed him, "I won't regret it."

"You're just doing this to get back at your dad," Ryan said, sitting up.

"I am not!" She said. She kissed his neck, "Ryan, I love you."

"We should talk about this," he said quietly.

"We've talked it to death!" she said. "I'm tired of talking about it. I want to act Ryan, I want to be with you," She kissed him deeply. "You know this conversation is usually the other way around."

"Meaning what?" He said.

"Meaning it's rarely the girl sitting on the bed at the party trying to convince her boyfriend to have sex with her!" She said standing up and storming out.

"Deena!" He ran after her, "Dee!" He caught her outside. "Come on, talk to me, what's going on?"

"Nothing is going on," she said, "Except that apparently you don't want me anymore."

"Dee, I just don't want you like this, when you're all confused and pissed at you dad," Ryan said, "And not on David Parker's bed in the middle of a party. That's not us."

"Dawson," she smiled, and said it under her breath, "What were you thinking?"

"I don't know," he said, hugging her from behind, "Maybe, like we sneak out to our spot in the middle of the night, and we would just lie under the stars all night after."

"You're such a girl," she teased him. "Can we go there now?"

"Our spot?" He asked. She nodded, "Only if we talk on the way."

"What do you want to talk about?" She said.

"What's happening with you?" He asked, as they walked to the car, "All of a sudden you don't want BC. You're fighting with Adam. When did that happen?"

"I don't know," she sighed, "I mean, that was the plan right? I'm supposed to go to BC, and play, and then be the first girl in the NHL. He just wants to control it all."

"He doesn't," Ryan shook his head. "He just wants you to be happy. And so do I."

"You know how to make me happy," she whispered and kissed him.

"It's not tonight baby," he said, "I'm sorry."

"It's beautiful up here," Theresa said quietly, as she stood on a rooftop that Dom had taken her to, they could see most of the city.

"I found this spot when I moved in with my dad," he smiled. "It was the first thing I saw that I liked around here."

"So you're dad's from Minneapolis?" Theresa asked.

"Yep," he nodded, sitting down, and putting his hands in his pocket. She sat down next to him, but a decent space away.

"But you don't live at home?" She asked.

"Nope," he shook his head. "Dad was never real responsible for me anyway. I was smart enough to get into the school, he asked what I wanted to do, I said not live with him thanks. So here, I am."

"Where'd you live with your mom?" She asked.

"Where didn't I live with my mom?" He laughed. "New York, Boston, California, anywhere she could find a job. We did spend some time in Chicago actually." He saw her smile. "You miss it huh?"

"Yeah," she nodded, the smile on her face staying as she pictured home.

"It's a cool city," he said. "I liked it there."

"You don't like it here?" She looked at him.

"I didn't," he smiled, "Things are starting to look up though." He slid next to her and put his arm around her. She looked at him, he started to lean in again and she pulled away.

"What was the second thing you saw that you liked?" She asked, trying to switch back to the jokey flirting that had been going on before.

"That would be you," he smirked.

"Me?" She said.

"I was in this courtyard," he laughed, "Just standing, dreading this entire experience and along comes this cute little blonde, very scantily clad, and she just randomly starts doing flips. And as a bonus, she's really cool too, and as it turns out hates it here as much as I do."

"I don't hate it here," she said defensively. He looked at her. "I just get homesick. My house is totally insane and amazing and perfect. And I hate leaving it."

"Why are you the way you are?" He asked.

"Believe it or not, it started as rebellion," she smiled. "I mean, I didn't play hockey, I like pink,"

"Pink is a rebellion?" He asked.

"In Julie's house? Absolutely," she laughed. "And I don't know, I just, I know I'm different than my siblings. And this is how it manifests itself, in this preppy little package that you see in front of you." He nodded, and smiled at her. He went one more time to try to kiss her, she was about to let him when her phone went off. She sighed, and closed her eyes, "That's Danny's ringer."

"Go ahead," he smiled.

"What's up?" She said answering the phone.

"I know you have your date," he said, "And I'm sorry."

"Forget it," she said, "Why are you calling?"

"I screwed up Re," he said.

"Danny," she said, "You didn't!"

"Nothing happened," he said, "I mean, I wasn't thinking, I got on a plane, and we kissed."

"Where are you now?" She asked.

"Outside of Julian's," he said quietly, "She asked me very politely to 'Please leave Danny, before we do something that we'll regret.'"

"She's right," Theresa said, "You can't just have a one night stand with Lexi."

"I know," he said, "I didn't want to do that. I want to be with her, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Obviously," She said. "Did you even tell Mom and Dad?"

"No," he said, "I just went. I'm an idiot."

"No argument here!" She said. "I have to,"

"No, go have a good night," he said, "I'm sorry."

"Danny, don't torture yourself," she said, "Bye."

"Bye," he said as she hung up.

"Brothers," she rolled her eyes, and slid back over to Dom. "So, where were we?" He smiled.

"I think we were right about here," he leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled pulling away.

"This is nice," she said, lowering her head quietly onto his chest.

"It is," he said and kissed her head.

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