**Evangeline (Sully) and Dean are between the stages of friends and dating. He annoys her, she annoys him, but they get along when they wanna. Gloria is her friend.**
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She yawned tiredly.
"I-" She yawned once more, laughing to herself at how tired she was. "I got this music box in my room." She explained. "It's the same song that ever other music box has, but ever since I was little I liked it."
"Mhm hmm." He nods, wanting her to continue with the story.
"Something about it recently has me annoyed with it." She began to laugh a little more. "I'm sure your sister has one."
Dean shrugged, lifting an arm to the back of the booth seat, stretching as it was nearing ten o'clock. He sat slumped in the bench as he sat in front of him, slightly sitting more to the right than him. She was closer to the window, looking out the window every now and then.
She tended to talk a lot more when she got comfortable around people and he at first didn't want her stay, but then he didn't mind hearing banter of stories and tales. Sometimes she spoke about her family or friends, then diverted to music and movies, expressing her favorites and then asked his opinion.
"I can't remember." He answered.
She ran a hand through her hair, lying her head back tiredly against the back of the seat. "Tomorrow's Friday."
"I don't know why I'm asking, you probably finished it the day we got it, but finished Mrs. Madigan's history paper?"
She looked over to him, head tilted back as her eyes narrowed to the point he couldn't tell if she saw him or not, but she definitely saw him. "The day after, but yeah, I finished."
He sniffles with an inhale, leaning both arms onto the table. "You must like writing then."
"I dabble." She mocked his previous words.
He laughed quietly, finding it funny the way she mimicked him.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes as Dean finished his pop, looking out the window as the people leaving stores and shops. It was nearing closing time and he was surprised they hadn't been kicked out for staying so late. A few waitresses walked around the sandwich joint, cleaning up and wiping down tables so they were spotless for the next day.
He looked back to Evangeline.
Her head was tilted to the side as she'd fallen asleep and in her hand, there was a donut with a bite taken from it. Effortlessly she had dozed off with a few yawns and the mere minutes of quietness between them. Her jacket was on the bench beside her and she looked so peaceful, he'd hate to wake her up but had to since the sit in joint was closing down.
He passed a waitress a twenty to cover their bill and waited for his change. When it was brought back to him, he stuffed the loose coins into the pocket of his jeans and stood up. Dean tapped her shoulder several times before her head fell and she woke suddenly with a small gasp.
Tired, merely opened, eyes looked over to see him and she smiled sheepishly at him, which got him to chuckle. "Store's closing, come on." He nods. "Grab your jacket."
She swallowed to wet her dry throat and reached over to the window, grabbing her puffy ski jacket. Arms up, she pulled it over her shoulders and snaked her hands through the sleeves. A terrible job at pulling her hands through the cuffs, she walked outside into the colder weather and followed Dean.
He had to grab the sleeve of her jacket a few times as she trailed off to the edge of the road. He didn't need anyone getting hurt and therefore yanked her arm back toward him. Dean kept a close distance with her to avoid any problems as she talked quietly, voice going from a whisper to a normal tone every few seconds.
The lights aided her to keep her eyes open but it didn't prevent her from yawning tiredly. She hadn't even played hockey that day and managed to doze off before Portman had, which got him laughing too.
Evangeline pulled the door open first to the dorm building, all doors would be locked by eleven pm and no one would be able to get in until six am when they opened again. The few guards would roam the halls afterward every hour for a check and one would guard the door as the other would guard the campus. The last mishap that happened was when JV had gotten their revenge on Varsity last year, putting Brazilian Fire Ants in their rooms. Portman wasn't there for that, but she remembered it like it was yesterday.
Everyone had been evacuated from the Dorms.
Dean held the door as she slipped in and he followed in after her. Hands were resting in the front pocket of his grey sweater as he took a quick look around the foyer area. Stairs immediately led up or the hallway led straight down to the rooms where certain students or staff bunked.
There was a big common room to the right, where rooms were left, with couches and tables. A small kitchen area was there for students to use. Multiple couches were placed to make small seating areas with two TVs. The wall had a shelving unit covered in board games and more tables were placed for those who wanted to eat or do homework.
He followed her all the way up the stairs and instead of taking a right on the second floor, he veered left to make sure she got to her dorm. He didn't know which dorm was hers, let alone had he seen the female side before. It was identical to the males, the shower room was in the middle of the hall for everyone to access.
Evangeline looked back behind her to see he was still with her and she stumbled when she turned to face forward; causing Dean to react quickly and hold an arm out. The girl laughed quietly in a whisper as he told her to quiet down since others were sleeping.
At the very end of the hall, she approached her dorm and looked at the window between both doors. "You didn't have to walk me back here." She let herself fall back against the wall next to the door, Gloria most likely asleep inside with whale sounds littering the room.
He shrugged, standing in front of her with a hand in his pocket. "Well, I did."
She nodded. "Yeah."
She looked at him through the darkness, able to see every feature and flaw about him as her eyes adjusted to the light. The darkness wasn't scary as she stood face to face with him and she was comfortable just standing with Dean. There wasn't anyone else in the hallway due to curfew being in forty minutes and she figured she should go into her dorm.
Evangeline's eyes lowered and stared at Dean's lips for a second, then looked back up to meet his own eyes. She noticed he was looking at her lips; pupils dancing side to side as he looked her up and down.
It was really quiet among them and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
She felt this deep pit of anxiety in her stomach begin to crush her intestines. It was a weak feeling- the kind of one she felt when she went to the carnival on a ride and got scared. But she wasn't scared, it was just the sinking in her stomach that made her think she was.
Dean could only keep looking at her as he slowly leaned in and she watched him, not moving a hair, and saw him approach her.
His hand reached up and grabbed both sides of her jacket, tugging them together to pull her toward him and she didn't resist. Her heart stopped beating the moment his hand placed upon her jacket and she felt like she'd stopped breathing. Knowing what was going to happen, she let her eyes shut with relaxation and trusted him. His breath fanned her warmly as they were chest to chest.
Evangeline did not pull away and when his lips met hers, she felt like she was melting.
Knees became weaker than normal and the butterflies swarmed her stomach, wanting her to mentally curse at how many there were. The emotions were heavy as she'd longed for this exact moment for a year now.
Dean pulled away slowly, letting his lips linger across hers for a second before he stepped away from her in the silence they held. Evangeline tilted her head back, lifting both hands and placed them on his face. Through the butterflies, she stood up on her toes and kissed him back, not eagerly like she thought she would.
He did not hesitate to engage in the kiss they shared, her soft lips parting to feel his against hers.
She pulled back first, feeling his warm lips leave hers as she stood near the door, looking away from him and he could only keep looking at her. She bit her lip nervously, not knowing what that meant or if it meant anything.
"Sully..."
A/N
THIS IS A PART FROM NEW DEAN PORTMAN BOOK CALLED TWENTY-ONE, IF YOU WANNA READ MORE, FEEL FREE TO CHECK IT OUT.