Chapter 5

Back to Sam POV

"Dude you will NEVER believe it" Regan starts off.

"You screwed Walt Disney's chrogneically frozen body? Holy fuck dude, you're right I never would have believed that! Thats just sick" I reply, taking another sip off my cosmo. Because fag drink or not, they are still really good. We're hanging in the lounge, watching Iron Man and Regan's drinking a can of Seven Up because he's second definition gay and won't drink alcohol.

"Ummm...no" (Regan has no sense of humor) "I'm getting married!"

"You are getting...?? Oh haha this is the joke. You are joking right?"

"No I'm not" he replys, his fifty watt smile blinding me, "I met this chick Shannon last night, right? And she's like really gorgeous and she's getting a degree in corporate law and anyway we started talking and we spent the whole night together and then...I dont know sometime around four in the morning I just like asked and she said yes!"

"Dude, she had to have been drunk. You had to have been drunk."

"Nope, we weren't even drinking." he reply's smugly, as if this is something to be proud of. Which I guess it is.

"Alright, I can see that you are too sickeningly happy to take any ribbing seriously. I'm still your best man though, right?"

"Pho sho!" he replys, clincking his can with my glass then settling back into the couch. Like I said, second definition gay.

Now that we're not talking and the beginning sequence is playing on the widescreen, I notice the bulky feel of my phone in my pocket. I finger it's smooth plastic surface, longing to pull it out and look through the message book to the "D"s and then—sigh. It's been twenty four hours and he's totally disappeared. He wasn't there a breakfast or lunch, he wasn't in his room (okay so maybe I took the long way to my room by passing by his room and then listened through the crack of the door to see if he was there...four times) and even when I oh so suavely nonchalantaly asked my sister and the cook where they thought he might be they said they had no idea.

I know I'm sopposed to not give a damn but right now all I want to do is talk to him. Or text him. Or even see him across a crowded room or anything. Just to know that he still exists.

I try to shake my thoughts away from him but then that bitch reporter chick comes on the screen. Which makes me think of Piper. Which makes me think of love which somehow makes me think of him!

I cant concentrate, especially with Regan sitting next to me all happily engaged and taken. I get up, leaving my glass at the bar and walk out into the hallway. I mozy in the general direction of the salon, relishing the heat of the sun as it glances off the glass of the portraits and priceless pieces in the hallway.

Coming to the Salon, I find my sister sprawled across an armchair, a soduko pad and pen in her hands and furrorwed look on her brow.

"Hey monkey" she calls, scratching in a letter as a sit across from her on an auttoman. "Where's Regan?"

"Oh he's....it doesnt matter. So what's up?" I reply, fingers playing with the tassles of the auttoman.

"Father's all up in arms. Apperantly one of his set's houses got broken into or something. A few priceless paintings and some jewlery were stolen. Oh and the safe was cleaned out."

"That's....unfortunate. Is Dad going to help him out or something...?"

"Oh god no. He's not even a good friend. It's just offends our father in that he assumed that people don't commit crimes against people of our status, which is perfectly ridiculas of course. I guess he's feeling his own mortality."

"Well it's not as if we have anything really worth stealing. Father might be rich but he's got no taste."

The conversation stopped there, and we sat in our respective silences. Ana worrying about sodoku and me worrying about things that it's much to early in the day to be worried about.

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I settle onto my bed, setting a steaming cup of hot chocolate on my bedside table and laying down my copy of The Sun Also Rises on the pillow next to me. I figure that it would do me good to study up on a lifetime of jealousy and and disquiet, because at this point seems to be my future.

I just flip to page one when I hear a knock on the door.

"Wakey wakey!" I hear a familiar voice say, the knob turning as Dean enters the room. "You're reading? What a nerd!"

"Psshh if you don't read Hemingway you are a dumbass."

"Touche. So you still good for drinks? I know it's a bit late but--"

"Wait, you still want to go? I mean yeah totally! Drinks, awesome."

"Aiight sweet. You'll have to show me to a good bar then, and I mean a good one! Not that other shitty one that your sister try to set us up in."

"Wait, what was that about my sister?"

"The shitty bar part? Or the setting-us-up-part? You didn't notice? She kept on trying to push us together the whole night and she looked like she was going to pee herself she was so excited when we left together."

"Oh...wow. That's so---wow. Didn't...well whatever lets get going before all the teeny boppers head out with their fake ID's"

Downing half my hot chocolate, and then half choking as it scalded my throat we headed out the door. As I was just about to close my door, Dean sort of pulled me aside, gesturing to my nose.

"You have whipped cream--"

"What?"

"You have...oh whatever." and with that he pulled my face to his and licked at my nose. "Mmmmm whipped cream."

"You are so gay." I reply, laughing as we started down the halfway.

"You love it." he retorts, smiling.

He's not wrong.

Settling myself in the passenger seat of the car, because Dean sopposadly thinks that "only real men can drive porches and therefore I'm not qualified" because he's a jerk (but I pick my battles and let him drive anyway), Dean starts the car. I'll half admit I let him drive so that I can check him out without causing an accident.

"You know what? Screw the bars. I'ma take you out cause I'm really cool like that. You got any descent movie houses in this shithole of a rich town?"

"Ummmm....yeah there's a couple." I reply, startled at his idea.

As we pull into the parking lot of a busy entertainment complex, with thousands of peole milling around outside of restaurants and stores, I sort of gulp. My palms felt horribly sweaty and a zillion butterflies fly around my stomache as Dean pulls into a parking space, turning off the engine and unbuckeling his seatbelt as he steps outside the car. I sit motionless for a few seconds, trying to get a grip.

"Dude, you alright?"

"Ummmm...yeah totally." I reply, my voice slightly pitched as I shakily step out of the car.

"What, do you not like movies or something?"

"No it's just.....I've never really gone to movies before. With like...people I've slept with."

"You've never been on a date before?" Dean asks incredulously. My heart flutters at the word date and yeah I'm such a girl but whatever.

"Yeah" I confirm. "I mean what are we—I sopposed to do?"

"Well you can stop freaking out for starters. Just calm down. I'll do the rest." I can hear a smile in his voice. "Jesus, with all the private education and no dates. That's kinda messed."

It shows how nervous and out of my element I am that I dont rise to his ribbing and instead just follow in his wake.

As we wait in line, I check out the marquee and notice the list of blinking movie titles. There are a few romantic comedies, some indie dramas and some action films. As the crowd jostles behind me, I'm forced to stand sort of close to Dean and then all I can think about is him and all the titles fly out of the window. We finally get to the front of the line and Dean pays for the tickets of a movie that I dont even notice, so I just assume it's be one of the action films.

We pass by the ticket-taker-person or whatever, some bleach blond chick who smiles a little to invitingly at Dean. I can't exactly blame her, but I immediately get kinda jealous and I defensively cross my arms. Dean must of noticed this for as he take the torn tickets from her outstretched hand he pulls me closer and kisses me, then taking my hand pulls me across the room.

I can't believe he just did that! And with satisfaction, I notice that the chick makes a haughty huffing sound as we walk away. I love the feel of his hand in mine, all warm but strong. Yeah, girly, I know. Also, I dont care.

We walk into the darkened theatre, him pulling me along as we make our way up the aisles to find a good seat. The lights havent completely dimmed, and as I settle in my seat I pull out the torn little piece of paper out of my pocket to read the title.

"Dude, we're watching "New in Town"? Isn't that a chick flick?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You like watching chick flicks? Wow..you didn't seem the type..."

"No dude," he replys, pulling the armrest up from between our seats, "When you go to the movies to watch a chick flick you dont actually watch a chick flick. You make out the whole time." And with that he pulled me close and started kissing me again, totally wiping any thoughts away from my mind.

As we pull away for air for two seconds he says cheekily, "But I still want sneak into "Taken" and watch that before we leave. I spent like twenty bucks on these tickets."

And then we start kissing again.

Dates are like totally fucking awesomest thing ever invented. Times a thousand.