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"Fulton," Connie said, "take a deep breath OK?"
"But you, him," he stammered, still unable to put the words together. "Huh?"
"See, remember that party?" Portman started, "you know, the one where I told you I was coming back early cause I was tired? See, what actually happened was Connie and I started talking. And then the next day we went to brunch, and well,"
"We like each other," Connie said, "a lot."
"But you're Connie!" Fulton said, still unable to process "You're not, well, I mean, what about? Do Julie and Guy know?"
"No!" Connie said, "Nobody knows! And you can't tell them!"
"This is serious man," Portman nodded, "No one can know about this!"
"I just, I can't," Fulton said. "This is huge! And you want me to keep it a secret?"
"Yes," Connie said, "this way no one gets hurt."
"By no one you mean Julie?" Fulton said.
"Also Guy," Portman pointed out. "See, by keeping it a secret, you keep two teammates from getting hurt!"
"Fine," Fulton said, "I won't tell anyone, but" he held his finger up, "I'm not lying for you two. If someone asks me outright, I'm telling them."
"Thank you so much Fulton!" Connie smiled and hugged him, "I swear, we'll be super careful and no one else will even suspect OK? I should go." She went over and kissed Portman good bye. "I'll see you later."
"Dude," Fulton said, "I really hope you know what you're getting your self into."
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"It's not working anymore is it?" Guy said quietly.
"I just get the feeling that you still look at me like I'm ten years old," Connie explained. "Isn't that true?"
"A little," he admitted, "I do love you though."
"I love you too," she said, "but we're grown up now. Maybe we're just not meant to be a couple. You're still my best friend, you always will be, it's just,"
"It doesn't work anymore." He nodded, "No, I feel the same way. It's too bad though, I mean, we're so damn cute!" He put his arm around her.
"Yeah," she said, with a laugh, resting her head on his shoulder. "It is."
Connie woke up suddenly. Her heart was pounding, she was sweating. Why was she dreaming about her break up with Guy? She hadn't even thought about it in weeks. It had been almost a year, she was finally moving on, and now her mind decided it was a good time to bring up what had happened. Was it that she was feeling guilty? She had nothing to feel guilty about, after all the breakup had been mutual, and ages ago. True she had brought up the idea that maybe they didn't work as a mature couple, but he had agreed. She looked over to the other side of the room where Julie was sound asleep. She sighed, she knew that this was stupid, she was doing nothing wrong, why did she feel so horrible every time she looked at Julie? She stood up, threw a pair of sweat pants on, grabbed a coat and went out for a walk.
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"Can we talk?" Julie said, walking into his dorm room.
"Yeah, sure," Portman said, sitting down on the bed. "What's up?"
"I don't really know how to say this," she sighed, "so I'm just going to. Dean, how much longer are we going to do this?"
"What do you mean?" He said, looking at her. "Do what?"
"This, you and me," she sighed, "look, it's just we've been together for a while, and I feel like we never move forward."
"We're seventeen," he said, "how forward do you want to move?"
"I don't know," Julie sighed, "I just, I don't think we really have much of a future."
"Oh," he said, "any particular reason for that?"
"No," she said, "it's just, this feeling I have you know? I can't explain it."
"Right," he shook his head, still confused, "so you're breaking up with me then."
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I just, I mean after two years, you know, I want something more than just making out between classes."
He woke up, and sat up. He had this dream a lot, although it wasn't so much a dream, since it had actually happened. When Julie broke up with him it had been devastating. He was over her though. Still, it stung that she moved on so much faster than he did. And that she had moved on to Adam Banks, he couldn't help it, when they first got together he realized that when she said she wanted "more of a future" she meant "someone with more of a future," that was obvious enough. He shook his head, this was stupid, he was over her, he had moved on now too. He needed air. He got out of bed, grabbed a coat and walked outside.
When he got out there, he shook his head and laughed. Connie was already sitting on the door steps. How was it possible that they were always on the same wave length?
"Hey," he said sitting next to her. She looked at him and smiled.
"Hey," she returned quietly. "What are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep," he shrugged, "weird dreams. You?"
"Same," she nodded. "Every time I fell asleep I got this flashback to when Guy and I broke up."
"Eerie," he said with a shudder.
"Not really," she shrugged, "I mean, its just a random memory."
"No," he said, "I was dreaming about me and Julie, when we broke up."
"Ok, yeah," Connie nodded, "That is eerie."
"Yeah," he nodded. They were quiet for a moment and then Connie moved over, straddled him and kissed him hard on the mouth. When she pulled away he smiled. "What was that for?"
"I had an impulse." She shrugged. "That's our thing right? We follow our impulses."
"I have another impulse," he said putting his hands around her head and pulling her in for another kiss. They went on like this for a good hour or so. "It's really late." He finally said.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I know. I guess we should go up. Not that I'm not enjoying myself."
"Oh yeah," he nodded, "Absolutely, I mean this is hot. But well, I have this feeling the sun's coming up soon." Connie giggled and stood up.
"Hey," she said, "do you want to do something this weekend? Like go to dinner or the movies or something?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?" He laughed. "Are we dating now Moreau?"
"It doesn't have to be a date," she said quietly, "just you know, two people who like each other, going someplace and then maybe making out afterwards, or during, and before."
"That sounds like a date," he said, "I mean, I've been asked out on dates before and that's what it sounds like."
"Fine," She said, rolling her eyes, "yes, I'm asking you out on a date."
"Aw, of course I'll go on a date with you, Moreau." He smiled standing up and putting his arm around her. "Are you going to bring me flowers?"
"Not if you keep making fun of me!" She said sticking her tongue out.
