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Chapter 3

Dean walked in to Chuck's apartment a few hours later. He'd given Julie the address and she said that she'd meet him here when she got out of rehearsal. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a beer out of the fridge.

"Don't drink the Rolling Rock," Chuck shouted from the living room couch where he was playing X-Box, "it's my roommate's."

"Thanks," Dean said, putting it back and plopping down next to him. "Thanks for helping out with the Julie stuff."

"She's a sweet kid," Chuck nodded. Dean nodded. "You still hung up on her?"

"Something like that," Dean said, pulling at the couch material. "Joey's into her now though."

"And since when has Joey stopped anyone from doing anything?" Chuck raised his eyebrows. Dean laughed. "Look, you know Joey just likes pushing your buttons man, and I hate to say it, but Julie's a really easy button to push." Dean looked at him, his face turning red. He wasn't mad at Chuck, not really, he was just mad. "I didn't mean it like that." Chuck said calmly, seeing his little brother start to caught up in his anger. "I meant easy for you, not that she's," he sighed. "I'm gonna shut up."

"I think you should," Dean nodded.

"Why don't you just tell her how you feel?" Chuck asked. Dean looked at him. "Because you're sixteen, right. Look, if Julie can't see through Joey's bullshit she's not worth it."

"Sure," Dean said.

"What time did she say she was meeting you?" Chuck said.

"Um, about fifteen minutes ago," Dean sighed. "She probably just got carried away with playing. She gets lost in it with that damn violin."

Julie sighed and started walking, carrying her violin in one hand and her purse in the other. She'd meant to leave much earlier, or call a cab, but she'd been talking to the other kids in the program having fun. She did feel bad for making Dean wait though.

"You want a ride?" She turned and smiled, seeing Joey pull up.

"Are you stalking me?" She leaned down in his window.

"Kind of," he laughed. "No, I'm on my way to Chuck's, wasn't sure if you'd gotten out or not, figured I'd swing by." She nodded. "Get in."

"I have to meet Dean," she said.

"I know," he nodded. "I'm going to the same place." She nodded and got in.

"Why aren't you at work?" She asked.

"I got out early," he said. She looked at him and nodded. "How goes the fiddle playing?" She laughed. "Good?"

"Yeah," she said. "It's pretty good." He nodded.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night," he said.

"Which part?" She said. "I had fun last night."

"The part where I asked you to go someplace quiet," he said. "I was really stoned and," she looked at him.

"I didn't mind that part so much," she admitted. "I just don't know that Dean would like it very much." Joey nodded.

"What's the deal with you two anyway?" He asked. "I mean," he sighed, "I doubt he'd tell me if something was happening, and I'm an ass but I'm not such an ass that I'd hit on my brother's girl."

"I'm not anyone's girl," she said petulantly and crossed her arms. He looked at her. "And me and Dean," she sighed, her tone softening. "We're just friends, I guess, nothing's ever happened, there was just always this feeling that something might, but it never has." He stopped the car. "We're here?"

"Yeah," he said and pushed her hair behind her ear. He leaned across the space and kissed her. She pulled back surprised, and immediately got out of the car. "Julie, wait!" He called out following after her.

"Don't," she shook her head. "Please."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I thought, I mean, it seemed like," she blinked at him. "You were smiling, and flirting, I thought,"

"I was having a conversation," she said crossing her arms. He cocked his head. "OK, so I flirting a little, but you can't just kiss someone!"

"No one's ever had a problem with it before," he shrugged. She pushed the buzzer for Chuck's apartment. "I have key you know," he said. She glared at him as they were buzzed in. She marched up the stairs ignoring him.

That night Julie was standing in her room, going over fingering exercises on her violin. They were manic and frenzied exactly what was going on in her mind at the moment. Her cell phone rang. She sighed and picked it up.

"Hi Connie," she said.

"OK, so tell me everything!" Connie said on the other end. "Your text just said you were confused. That's not helpful to me."

"OK, you have to not freak out and you can't tell anyone," Julie said, plopping on the bed.

"Duh, I'll take it to the grave," Connie said.

"Not even Guy," Julie insisted.

"God, Cat, what's going on?" She groaned.

"So, Dean's being really weird," Julie said.

"It might have something to do with him being in love with you." Connie said.

"You're the only person who thinks he's in love with me," Julie sighed. "He's not, I mean, I'm not even confused about Dean, anyway."

"So then what are you confused about?" Connie asked. "Your violin?"

"Dean's brother, Joey," she sighed. "He's so not my type, but it's like I can't help it."

"Dean's brother?" Connie said. "The one who goes to Northwestern? Isn't he like twenty two?"

"No, that's Chuck," Julie said. "Joey's eighteen."

"Oh," Connie said. "Is he hot?"

"Yeah," Julie said. "He kissed me, and I like totally spazzed on him because I didn't know what to do."

"Julie, when hot boys kiss you, you're supposed to kiss them back," Connie said.

"But he's Dean's brother!" Julie said. "And what if you're right, and Dean is in love with me, I mean that would be like the shittiest thing ever."

"Has Portman done anything to make you think that he's going to make a move this summer?" Connie said.

"Well, no," Julie said. "I mean, he made a pretty clear point of saying that we're just friends."

"So go for it with the brother," Connie said. "I've gotta go."

"OK," Julie said. "Talk to you soon."

"Bye, love you!" Connie said and hung up. Julie pressed her hands against her face. She stood up and walked down the hallway into Dean's room. He was laying on the bed with his headphones on.

"Hey," she said and took them off, she was straddling him. "We have to talk." He looked at her. He'd imagined Julie on top of him before, obviously, but this wasn't exactly the fantasy. In fact the word "talk" had nothing to do with his fantasy.

"OK," he nodded, "what's up?" She took a deep breath.

"You're absolutely sure that we're just friends?" She said.

"Jules," he groaned. She looked at him, her big blue eyes pleading. It was now or never. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I have to know," she said. "I have to," he wrapped his hands around her face and kissed her. She pressed close to him.

"Why did you ask me?" He said softly after the kiss, their foreheads still pressed together.

"Because Joey kissed me before," she whispered. "And I had to know if that was OK with you."

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