Hey baby, hey baby yeah. (for Chris)

[notjustakey]

After Dean had given her the third degree over Chris, as a normal "brother" would, they were in the car and driving. He noted she looked better then she usually did, she'd taken more time with herself. He smirked and nudged her arm gently while on a long stretch of road. He teased her about wanting to look nice for her boyfriend and she just

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[littlenotebook3]

He had been off work for an hour and was pouring himself a glass of milk, to go with the sandwich Lewis had made for him, when his cell phone beeped, indicating a message had arrived.

Unfortunately, he didn't lift the milk carton before he turned to pick up the phone. Swearing, he righted it quickly placed it on the counter with more force than was necessary and grabbed a handful of paper towel.

There were times when he felt stupid beyond words. Cause and effect didn't always get remembered.

Chris mopped up the milk, tossed the used towels in the garbage and checked his messages. Dawn. Happy but nervous - God, she's really here - he replied, stuck the phone in his back pocket and ate his apple and drank the milk before grabbing his jacket and keys and heading out the door.

Unfortunately, he forgot to put the milk back in the fridge.

His text message read: Dawn, will be there soon. - Chris. He couldn't remember how to form a heart.

[notjustakey]

She took a a deep breathe and flipped her phone closed after she got the message and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was going to do this and everything would be just..fine. She smoothed her skirt down and ran her fingers through her hair, waiting in the room. She was pacing, but she didn't even realize it. she never did.

Every sound she heard outside was making her jump. Why the hell was she so nervous? This clammy hand feeling was annoying in a small way but she was dealing the best she could. It was normal to be nervous.

Now all she had to do was wait.

[littlenotebook3]

He'd worn jeans, but they were clean, and a nice button-down shirt in blue. The jacket was denim and light. The sneakers were mid-range sports shoes. Nothing special.

Lewis had joked that he should wear a shirt to match his eyes.

"They're brown," Chris had replied, mildly annoyed. "Who wears brown? It's dull..."

"I'm blind, remember?" his friend had said. "I don't notice if my socks don't match." Chris had agreed that that was the case.

Now he stood in front of room number 24, in a hallway that looked like so many hallways in Holiday Inns across the country, holding a single, red rose. He took a breath, knocked and waited.

[notjustakey]

A knock. She jumped a moment and then silently cursed herself under her breath before walking to the door, placing her hand on the knob and waiting a moment before turning and opening it.

She gave a small smile and tucked her hair behind her ears nervously. "Hey."

[littlenotebook3]

Chris could feel her relax against him, hear the change in her breathing. Convinced he wasn't going to fall asleep himself, he held Dawn and listened to the sounds of the street below.

Within five minutes, he was unconscious.