Nurse Janet stood by. Her breathe held in her lungs. Her eyes watery and ready any second to burst forth with tears. She stood behind Dr. Malcolm Lovetouch. The brilliant surgeon who only operated alone. No one knew how he was able to save so many lives. He wouldn't reveal his secret. He had the gifted hands of a god and the bedside manor of a maniac. He was notorious for being rude to his patients. A relentless dodgy smart ass who would more likely jump out a window than connect with someone. What was he hiding from? Nurse Janet sighed.
"Dr. Lovetouch! This woman needs a memory transplant and you're the only one who can do it. She has amnesia. Are you going to let her live the rest of her life not being able to recognize Mr. Puddles?!?!?" Malcolm turned around with a look of confusion warring on his face. He saw that she was holding out a picture of a lab puppy. He shook his head. "Damn it Janet! I'm not the only Dr. In this hospital!" He slammed his fist on the table and then put it in his mouth, biting his knuckle anxiously debating his choice. "You're the only one I trust...."
She took a dramatic step forward but kept her distance. Malcolm whirled around. His eyes were dead serious. His face was broken and tired. The lines in his face ran downward showing his fatigue. "But..... I don't trust myself." Violins swelled in the background. His eyes, his brow squinted and furrowed. He couldn't give this woman a memory transplant. It was too risky. He couldn't keep using his powers because, because well it was killing him.
Every life he saved with his gift made him just a little more tired. It was draining him. He couldn't keep on this way forever it was going to be the end of him. Nurse Janet stepped forward and place a hand on his. "Sometimes, you just have to believe." Her voice was soft and poetic drifting on the wave of tension. Malcolm looked at her a moment and then his eyes darted away. He turned his back! "I don't know what to believe in anymore." He said pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "YOU'RE A COWARD! A DAMN COWARD!" Nurse Janet screamed as she ran out of the room crying.
Malcolm watched her with a mild interest, though he was much more interested in his drink. The door slammed behind her and he grinded his teeth together and growled with rage as he threw the glass against the wall and leaned on the table. The lights got lower and the TV faded to black. "Days of our mutant lives will be back after these messages." "Hey kids! Do you like super soakers?!?!?" "YEAH!" "WELL YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE...."
Dean walked past a TV in the reception area that was showing the daytime soap. He didn't even notice it. He stepped out of the lobby and into the main entrance of a large building. He was here for an audition. He looked at the directory and it said that the 5th floor was holding the castings for the new X-Men movie. It was a hot button issue, but honestly there was only two sides of the fence. Either you loved them or hated them, the fact was they existed.
Hollywood wasn't going to take the moral high ground and not make a movie about something just because it was polorising. The movie had them cast as the villains. Dean didn't exactly see that as right, but it could be the big break he was looking for. He had a leg up he figured. He was already playing a mutant on TV. Dr. Malcolm Lovetouch. The surgeon with the healing gift in his hands. It was hack trash, but for whatever reason he had a bit of a cult following. He wasn't proud to have it on his resume but it was there.
45 minutes later he got out of his meeting. "Sorry you're just not right for this part." Figures. He couldn't catch a break with a butterfly net. Dean put his sunglasses on and flipped popped the collar on his jean jacket. He stepped out into the brilliant afternoon sun. He sighed. Looks like he was going to die a B-List hack. He started walking across the street, moving through the crowd of people going about his day like anyone else. Unaware of how his life was about to change.
Wynter walked the streets of Broadway, music sheets in her hands. This would be the day she tried breaking out of her shell some. She loved singing, even had a youtube channel for when the urge hit her. She was already like a small time youtube celeb, but she didn’t really care about that. She wanted to share her creations and inspire others.
Holding the papers closer to her chest she took a deep breath and met the band that had become a bit more like a second family to her. They had set up in the square so everyone coming and going stopped to see what was happening. Putting the music sheets in her backpack she smiled hugging everyone. “Okay Nature girl, ready for this? They’re waiting for you.” Her friend Damon said handing her the mic.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Starting with Hurricane okay?” Everyone smiled and nodded as they tuned their instruments. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and let it out slowly, shaking out one of her hands to get rid of some of her nerves. The guitar started at the pause she started.
Think the clouds are clogging up my brain Like the weather drain same as the tears on my face And I'm stuck up in the storm I I guess I'll be alright Oh (uh oh uh oh) Oh oh (uh oh uh oh) Then it hits me like Oh (uh oh uh oh) Oh no (uh oh uh oh uh uh oh)
Watching the people gather around them Wynter smiled feeling the nerves more, but they were of excitement. She found some people pointing towards her and her smile grew as she sang.
And all that wind that swept me off my feet Got me flying til I'm crying and I'm down on my knees That's what Dorothy was afraid of The sneaky tornado Oh (uh oh uh oh) Oh oh (uh oh uh oh) There's no place like home (uh oh uh oh) Home (uh oh uh oh uh uh oh)
Her face turned melancholy as she thought of her past relationships this song was based off. It was one way to get her feelings of them off her chest. She adjusted her jean jacket some as the hoodie underneath it shifted with the movements of her body. She was starting to really loosen up as the song continued. A few even started videotaping it, clapping along with the beat.
I'm boarding up the windows locking up my heart It's like every time the wind blows I feel it tearing us apart every time he smiles I let him in again everything is fine When you're standing in the eye of the hurricane Here comes the sun, here comes the rain Standing in the eye of the hurricane Here comes the sun, here comes the rain Standing in the eye of the hurricane
Losing herself in the moment she couldn’t keep to one spot and jumped around the circle everyone made around them. She even got on the benches behind the instrument players and jamming out like a dork. If she didn’t think about it she could be so quirky and fun, but not around her family. They didn’t understand her, and her step-mother definitely didn’t want to know her. She just wanted her pushed aside so her own daughters got everything that her father wanted to give to Wynter. However, Wynter never needed much in the ways of love and appreciation.
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world Yeah it's twisting up my insides Can't hide it on the outside Oh (uh oh uh oh) Oh oh (uh oh uh oh) Yeah it hits me like Oh (uh oh uh oh) Oh no (uh oh uh oh uh uh oh)
Even the animals seemed to be enjoying themselves as they stopped with their owners to watch her sing and dance. A few of them wanted closer to watch and even some of the smaller ones started twirling to dance with her. Wynter was so happy to see the happy faces watching her.
As the song ended she gave a bow, “Thank you citizens of New York City!” She spoke into the mic. She hadn’t realized that her ankle had gotten twisted in the long cord as she walked around. One of the dogs there thought it was a snake and went to keep it from “attacking” pulling the cord tight. A yelp of surprise rose from her throat as she sailed into the crowd. Bodies parted some as she fell into a hard body, knocking them down with her momentum. Her head hit the concrete and she groaned. “Oh that smarts…” She looked behind her to the man who was unfortunate enough to end up in her clumsy moment. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to knock you over. I’m such a klutz.” She started rambling.
As Dean crossed the street he stopped because of a sound. Looking around he realized there was a concert going on in times square. He moved closer. Free concert was a free concert. He didn't even listen to that much mainstream music to be honest. Every time he turned on the radio, for him it was a brand new song. Dean was terribly out of the loop when it came to music. But he liked what he heard. Moving closer he wanted a better look at the stage.... He froze when he saw the singer. She was gorgeous. He did all he could not to stare, but then again. It was a concert. You were supposed to stare.
He had to admit he felt a little skeevy gawking at her in the middle of times square like this, but his foot was tapping. His head was bobbing. He was flowing with the sounds of the music and he couldn't help but have a stupid looking smile on his face. He was having a really crummy day up until this point. He really got into it about midway through the song. He did a little twirl and began to dance hoping it was going to caught on. You know the way it does in the movies where one person gets up and starts dancing and then everyone follows suit? Yeah, that didn't happen. He did a Michael Jackson twirl and started doing his uncoordinated white boy dances and suddenly it was him people were staring at.
Dean's smile faded away as he stopped his dance mid motion. It looked like someone cut on the faucet to turn on his rhythm and decided the water wasn't warm enough and just turned it off. His shimmy and shake trickled out and he gave a little nervous smile. Right. You're an idiot Dean. He scolded himself. Shaking his head he tried to boogie on out of there. He was making his way through the crowd near the stage when suddenly..... "Oh shit!" Wow. Dean thought with a grunt. This girl is heavy. She knocked him down. She felt like a sack filled with bowling balls. Dean ripped the knee of his pants on the street as he caught himself. He got those usual scuff marks on the palms of your hands when you beef it pretty hard.
He pushed himself up and started to dust himself off when he looked around and saw the girl he had been admiring on the ground. He rushed over and helped her up. She was all apologies which was sweet but honestly he should have done a better job catching her. That was a D-. "No I'm sorry. I should have been watching....." He stammered because he realized how ridculous this apology sounded even before he said it. "Where you were......falling." He finished. He closed his mouth. That a boy Dean! Make yourself look like an asshole.
Dean turned beat red and offered her a kind smile. He quietly started backing up. He was mortified. First he reinacted that scene from Hitch where Will Smith smacks the guy who can't dance; for offending him with his horrible moves.... Then he drops a bombshell on her head. He should have got that damn part. He knew what his mutant power would have been too. The ability to make yourself look like an idiot.
Wynter blushed a bit as the man had helped her up and stuttered some. Most people had gone about their business by now. The concert was over, and they weren’t interested in watching a two goofs in the middle of Times Square. A smile curled her lips as she laughed at how he worded his apology. “Well, I just guess we’re both blind.” She laughed and covered her own eyes. Peeking through them she hoped he laughed with her. Her head still hurt but she’d laugh through it.
That’s when she felt a pawing at her boot clad calf. Looking down she put her hands on her hips and bent at the waist to give a scold to the white husky that had pulled on her cord. “You little mister shouldn’t be biting on power cords.” The dog whimpered as he put his head down. “No, you know what that was. Don’t you try to make it like you didn’t.” Crouching down she pet him between his ears as he began panting. “It’s okay buddy. Now go back home okay? Be a good boy.” She said and pointed to the owner panicking looking for his dog.
Giving her a quick lick she giggled as he went back over and gave his owner his leash. “Dogs thinking cords are play things…” She muttered to herself. That’s when she realized she did it in front of this man she had knocked over. She was a little panicked as she looked towards him. Scratching the back of her neck she wondered what he thought. She didn’t want him thinking she was crazy, but she knew mutants good or bad didn’t have very good names for themselves.
"Yeah i guess we sure are." Dean agreed smiling. He laughed uncomfortably at her joke. Wow. She was pretty corny. He should know. He was often considered the king of corn ball cheese. Still Dean was a good guy. He smiled politely and made sure she didn't have and scrapes or bruises from the fall. He didn't know about the head hitting the ground though. Then a dog came up. Dean watched the odd little interaction between her and the dog.
Honestly he froze in fear. His eyes wide he held his breathe. His cheeks bulged out with puffs of air within them. He was afraid to make a sound. He didn't want her to notice he was still standing there because it would be suuuuper awkward. She probably has like 500 cats. He thought quietly to himself. He never understood why people baby talked animals. They couldn't understand you or anything. At least in most cases.
In this case it could and Dean was an asshole for thinking that, but he was having a bad day. He was entitled to a little grumpiness. Not to mention she just clobbered him. He wasn't super duper optimistic about his day getting any better. When she finally did turn around Dean's smile got even more exaggerated. "Heeeeey hey hey would ya look at that!" He exclaimed in simulated excitement. "He wanted to apologize to you." He joked. Adding. "Guess all three of us are blind." See, told you... Corn ball cheese. Dean finally stopped chuckling and looked at her in the eyes.
She was cute, but she was a little nerdy. He thought about asking her to get a cup of coffee or something, but he did have a meeting with his agent to get too in a few hours. Ah, he decided against it. "Well, sorry again and uh... It was lovely meeting you and all... Watch out for Labradors... CAUSE THEY'LL GET'CHA!" He made another exaggerated joking voice and made a face like a lab that was trying to chomp at her. Laughing off his corny antics he smiled again. "Glad you're okay though.. Seriously." He said with genuine honesty. And more honesty followed.
"And uh... You really crushed it up there. You're going to be a star someday." He pat her on the shoulder and just like that he was gone. Disappeared into the city streets crowded New York populace. He would probably never see her again. If that was the case it would be okay. She wasn't THAT weird after all. Dean had me way weirder. She was just a little goofy. Dean got goofy. He just wasn't in the best mood for it at the moment having just gotten turned down for a major part that could have sent is career into a brighter path.
What Dean didn't realize is he had dropped his wallet when she fell on him. It laid there right by her back foot. With his license ID, credit cards and $200 cash in it. This was going to be the classic story. Boy meets girl. Girl falls on boy. Boy thinks girl is crazy. Boy realizes she's the girl of his dreams. It just wasn't a scene you could shoot in one take.
This man she had knocked over seemed to have a few screws loose as he laughed so exaggerated. Then again, she’d have probably done the same thing. But with a feel towards his mind she could tell there was more than just being a corny cheese ball. He was upset over something, but she didn’t pry too much more. Otherwise she’d have been found out and the headaches with getting pushed out of someone’s mind hurt worse than the worst of brain freezes.
“I uh… yeah, wish meeting was on better terms though.” She spoke softly and rubbed her head. She still felt really bad about knocking him to the ground. She figured she wasn’t the lightest feather on the bird, but that was her Step-mother talking. A light tinge of pink came to her cheeks as he complimented her singing and she became even shyer. “Oh, heh, I’m sure anyone could do it.” But when he patted her shoulder she looked up at him with those light brown eyes, the green popping in the gold around her pupil, like that of all natures colors swirled into one. “Thanks…” She gave a shy smile and went to step back and stumbled.
Looking down she picked up the wallet and turned around. “Hey, is this…… yours?” She asked to were the man had been. Looking around she couldn’t find him over the crowd. “Damn me for being so vertically challenged.” She joked as she tried jumping and looking for the top of the man’s head. But she didn’t find him. “Hey, Nature girl! You gotta get going! That witch of yours is calling!”
“AH! Thanks Damon!” Looking at the wallet once more she pocketed it and decided she would stop at the police station and drop it off. They’d know how to get ahold of him. Picking up her things she gave everyone a hug before running down the sidewalk. Her head was killing her but she went and grabbed the things she needed for their dinner tonight. She’d have to cook, clean, do laundry, put everything away, etc. A long sigh left her pink lips as she made her way back home.
Making her way into the detached townhouse she placed everything down and began working on the food so it would be ready by the time everyone got home. At dinner her father had taken to eating in his study while all the girls sat at the table. “So, what did you do today Wynter?” Her step-mother asked taking a sip of the wine she had asked for. “Oh, nothing much. I just stayed home most of the day and cleaned, read a few books and went out for ingredients for dinner.” She said taking a bite of the spaghetti before her.
“Is that so?” She asked, her tone suspicious. “Yeah.” “Yes.” Wynter flinched. “Yes… ma’am. I did my chores and that was all.” The woman took another sip of her wine and looked at her daughters hearing the door to her father’s study open. Taking a few more bites she excused herself and went up to her room. Locking the door behind her, she slid down and let out the breath she held. That woman tried to find so many faults with her it was becoming tiring to keep up the facade, but she didn’t want to make her dad feel that she didn’t support him. Her dad was the only person she had after her mother died. She didn’t want to lose him too just because she wasn’t happy with his choice in wives.
Pulling out the wallet again she looked it over. Worn and well used, but still taken care of in the best of ways. Opening it she saw the credit cards, and the I.D. “Dean Matthew Abernathy… cute name for a cute guy.” She thought aloud. A smile tugged the corner of her lips. Because she went out of her shell today she was able to meet someone funny, cute, encouraging. Maybe he wasn’t in the best of moods, but that didn’t matter. Giving a sigh she looked through the wallet for anything else. She found the $200 and put it back. Sadly the I.D. didn’t have a number to call, but it did have an address. Getting into some pajamas of an oversized t-shirt and some shorts she curled up into her computer chair and decided to check her youtube channel. Seeing the hits with the live performance she couldn’t help the larger smile she felt overtaking her.
Her step-mother and step-sisters didn’t know about this part of her life. They didn’t even know she worked for the movie studios in the city. Taming new animals for scenes and things like that. They had no clue of her powers because she kept herself locked away, only coming when they wanted her. That’s how it was… that’s how it would probably stay though. This girl didn’t know her life would change with this wallet in her possession. She felt stupid for not remembering to take it to the police, but she’d return it. ‘Because I’m blond.’ The thought came and suddenly she had a new idea for a song in her mind. She began writing it down hiding the wallet in a drawer of her most important things.
Dean came home with a bag in his mouth. The plastic bag's handles were clinched in his teeth as he carried his phone and keys in one hand and tried balancing a briefcase in the other. Sadly it all came tumbling down. The briefcases latches weren't closed properly and the case opened spilling all of his resumes and headshots all over the apartment hallway. "Son of a bitch!" He opened his mouth to curse his bad luck and oops. There went his Chinese food dinner. Just about that time his phone was going off. He answered it in a huff.
"Hello? No I don't want to take a survey." He sighed and hung up. Just about then his phone went off again. "I already told you! Oh, hey mom." Dean couldn't help but frown at his dinner spoiled in the plush carpet. He shouldn't have answered. He'd never get her off the phone now. "Uh huh. No, No I haven't been wearing the underwear you bought me, because I'm a grown man mom. I can by my own tightie whit...." He turned around to see a couple of cute girls passing him in the hall. They obviously heard his conversation because they were laughing at him. They couldn't even be discrete and go around the corner first.
Dean tried to smile but it was a loosing effort. He watched them disappear around the corner and then he had had. it. "Mom...HAVE TO CALL YOU BACK! MUTANTS ARE ATTACKING NEW YORK THE CITY IS IN PERIL! OH THE HUMANITY!" There was cheese all over that. It wasn't the smoothest of disconnects but he hung up and slipped the phone in his pocket. Dean started slowly and lightly banging his head against his apartment door. This day... Just keeps.... Getting suckier. He thought with each bang against the wood.
His neighbors door opened and out came Mrs. Vardabedian. Dean hurriedly started to unlock his door. "Oh good! Dean You're home." He turned aroudn slowly. A plastic smile on his face and kill her screaming in his eyes. He was grinding his teeth behnd his lips. "Hello Mrs. Vardabdian." He said politely and hostile at the same time. "I was watching your apartment earlier and this nice man came to see you. He left his card let me get it for you..." "No you don't have to I real...." She was gone. Disappeared back into her apartment.
Dean unlocked his door and picked up his stuff from his briefcase and shoved it all back inside. By time he was finished Mrs. Vardabedian was back. "Here you go. He told me to make sure you got that. I told him you are such a nice boy Dean. When are you going to find a nice woman to settle down with?" She was smiling at him. He could strangle her. Nosey old bird. "Oh, but I already found you, you little cougar you." He said pinching her cheek with a smile. "Oh Dean such a charmer. When my Herbert died I said I wouldn't ever find a man, but if I was 20 years younger...." Only twenty? Dean thought and had to force himself not to giggle at the mean comment.
He was really having a dick of a day. He looked at the card. "Dylan Walker... Private investigator, Agent of GADEM, Master of the dark arts?" Dean read aloud. What the hell was this shit? He didn't know what to make of it. "I got to go Mrs. Vardabedian." He said quietly and opened his door still looking at the card. Dean heard Mrs. Vardabedian's door close and he went to walk into his apartment. He slipped on the Chinese food and fell hard on his back. "Oh god. I brokesomething." Dean groaned. Rolling over he found his phone with a big crack in the screen. "Nice." He said rolling his eyes.
Pushing himself to his feet he stepped inside. "Lucky brought you take out." He said allowing his dog to clean up the mess. He scarfed down the slop in seconds. Dean was glad at least he didn't have to feet Lucky his Dachshund. "You pig." He commented as he closed the door with the dog happily waddling away. Dean walked over to his table and tossed his keys on the table. He didn't even notice his missing wallet. He went to the fridge and opened it up. Pressing play on his answering machine he let the messages roll as he grabbed an ice cold beer.
"3 new voice messages. Message one. Dean It's Tommy! You know Tommy Salami! Listen man...I was telling my director about you. Told him you're a good dude and if you're looking for work I think you have just the face needed to play crewman number for on 'ANAL INVADERS WHEN HORNY ALIENS ATTACK!' get back to me bruh Later!" Dean rolled his eyes and took a sip of beer. "Hell no." He said. As he did his eyes got wide and he dramatically made a O shape with his mouth as he plopped on the couch.
"Message two. Dean have you been wearing the underwear your mother bought you? Call her, she worries about you in New York. Lots of crazies out there. And it wouldn't kill you to stop by." Dean took another sip and grabbed the remote. "Yes it would." He disagreed. Turning on sports center he settled in ready to finally relax and watch the highlights. "Message 3. Dean It's Ben..." Dean muted the TV and turned around. "Look...I don't even know why I'm calling, but....Dean I think I'm in trouble. Dean these agents came to my house while I was at work. They were looking for me. Dean...." The message cut off. "No more messages."
Dean used to be friends with a guy named Ben. He was kind of crazy. Paranoid type. Dean was never really that close with him, but he felt bad for the guy. He didn't have many friends. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out Dylan Walker's card and place it on the table. The message haunted him. But it was from 2 days ago too. Dean turned off the TV and sipped his beer just quietly thinking. He had never met a mutant in his life as far as he knew and he had heard of GADEM rumors anyways of gestopo like agents hunting down mutants dragging them from their homes in the night. He wondered why they came to see Ben. More importantly he wondered why they came to see him.
When morning came Wynter was already up making pancakes and eggs for breakfast. Flipping the last one she placed the full plates on the table and only grabbed a few slices of toast for herself. She didn't need much since she's be out in the city today. She needed to return that wallet to Dean.
'I wonder if he's in a better mood today. It would be nice to get to know him. He's cute and funny. Kinda corny but then again I can be too.’ She giggled to herself. “And what are you doing today?” She stopped mid-step as she turned to see her step-mother. “I’m going out to get started on my chores.”
Her step-mother glared and crossed her arms. “Oh, really? Chores outside?” That’s when she heard a squeak. ‘Help me out little buddy…?’ Wynter asked the small mouse. ‘Of course Wynter, leave it to me.’ He thought and ran across the floor. The woman screamed as did Wynter and out the door she ran. She couldn’t help the laughter though as she got into a taxi and headed into the city.
Getting to the apartment building she checked the time on her watch and she still had a few hours before her shift at the studio. She had to help out with a scene for some soap opera called “Days of our Mutant Lives.” Taking a deep breath she looked at the apartment doors and smiled finding the one she was looking for. Raising a hand she gently knocked on the door and waited for the man to answer.
Dean had passed out on the couch. He watched sports center most of the night. He watched it until the drowsy effects of the sandman pulled at his eyes. When he felt himself getting tired her kicked his pants off and sat there in his boxers. Stretching out on the couch he clunked his feet up on the coffee table and fell asleep during the highlights. Dean had a bed and a very comfortable king sized one at that. He just didn't like to sleep in it. It felt weird sleeping in a bed alone. Dean was the type of guy who needed a cuddle at night.
It wasn't wimpy okay! MEN CUDDLE TOO! Dean jerked awake as someone knocked on the door. He was ripped from his dream mid snore and he snorted a little as he shot straight up. He looked around confused. As if he was unsure where the knocking came from. For whatever stupid reason he was staring intently at the refrigerator. Completely baffled. The knock came again and Dean turned to the new sound. Oh. Of course the front door. The only door in the apartment that doesn't lead to an internal room duh.
"Yeah I'm coming." Dean groaned. He had felt asleep against a the cluttered mess of the couch. There were pieces of mail and magazines and fast food wrappers strewn about the couch and the floor around it. Dean wasn't exactly the cleanest guy. He was a messy bachelor but who was he trying to impress? He lived alone. Dean walked to the door yawning and scratching feverishly at his ass. There was a post-it note stuck to his head that he didn't notice. A unseen hitchhiker from the mess of the couch. Dean opened the door with the post-it still stuck in his hair. The post-it that read "Don't forget to buy toilet paper." "Yeah?"
Dean said in a sleepy tone as he yawned again and smacked his tired lips together. At first he didn't recognize the girl who had clobbered him yesterday in Time's square. After a moment he did. "Oh! Hey." Dean said straightening himself out and leaning against the door in an attempt to look cooler and more relaxed. He only looked awkward and weird. "Sup?" He said casually. He had to admit the girl was cute, despite all the weirndess he had gone back and forth in his head wondering weather he should try and track her down.
It wouldn't have been overly difficult. He could have put some feelers out there to his agents and found out if anyone had booked Time's square for a gig. "Wait.... Don't tell me....You fell for me, and you're here to ask me out?" Corny jokes aside he thought it was funny. She literally did fall for him, just not intentionally. He allowed the smile to wash away and dry up as he shifted his stance. "Okay seriously..." He said clearing his throat a little and scratching his head. "What's up?" As he scratched his head the post-it fell down and see sawed it's way to the floor. Dean read what it said and his eyes went wide mortified. He snatched the post-it off the floor, balled it up and tossed it in the kitchen... Before turning back to lean on the door super chill. Super relaxed.
Wynter was starting to think maybe she had come at a bad time when Dean hadn't answered the door on the first few knocks. Biting her lip she looked around until she heard the footsteps and the groggy tone. She felt bad for waking him up. Waiting there she tried to think of what she was going to say. She didn't want to come off as a stalker or anything. Or like she had taken his wallet on purpose. Her hand gripped the leather wallet a little tighter as the door opened.
At first all she could see was rock hard body. A light pink tint dusted her cheeks as she couldn't pull her eyes away. 'Oh my God in heaven… he's got such nice abs… and pecs, those arms. Those legs… uh what did I come here for again? Wait a second… HE'S ONLY.IN HIS BOXERS! Is he a shower or a grower?’ She thought, but shook her head as he joked with her. Her cheeks grew a brighter red as she looked up at his face. “I uh… um…” She had to pull her eyes away so she could try and calm down.
'Well… I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to dating someone like him.’ She thought and her heart quickened. That's when she remembered the wallet in her hands. Turning back she saw the post it note fall and wondered why in the world he just squished it up and tossed it away. She hadn't noticed the message left on it. If she had noticed it at all, she probably would've told him it was there in the first place.
“Sorry if I woke you up. I um, when I knocked you over yesterday your wallet must have fallen out.” Wynter said softly with a little pout out of guilt. “I just wanted to return it to you and um… I'm sorry I didn't return it any sooner.” She apologized once again. On the inside Wynter flinched at her own voice. Saying sorry was like breathing to her. Everything was her own fault because she was there when it happened. It was her fault for not being careful. It was her fault for knocking into him and she would probably apologize until she died.
Her insecurity is the result of her step mother badgering her with insult after insult ever since she was a young girl. No matter what she did for her and her step sisters it was never good enough for them, and in turn she never thought it was good enough for her father either. She had felt like she failed without really knowing what she had failed at. In this case it was being coordinated enough to keep accidents like this from happening. If she had just paid attention then she wouldn't have been bothering Dean at nine in the morning to bring him his wallet.
Dean smiled in his doorway. He was still awkwardly leaning on his door in his boxers. He wished he had been dressed when he answered the door. Sadly his mind wasn't that sharp and focused when he first woke up. Now he was very much aware that she was staring at his abs and his stomach. "No, no you didn't wake me up I uh... i was just doing my morning sit ups." He lied. He did have nice abs, but it wasn't from sit ups.
It was from hitting the gym to get in shape for roles that he was sadly "just not right for." He kept in pretty great shape. Even if secretly he just wanted to scarf down doughnuts and chase it with a big pitcher of strawberry milk. Dean was now also very aware of the red tint pushing into his cheeks. He was blushing a bit. He didn't now it yet, but he and Wynter were soon to get a lot more acquainted. She was to be helping on the set of Days of our Mutant lives. And at Dean's suggestion she was even going to get a role on the show, once he noticed her hanging around. A bit part at first but soon tragedy.
Margret, as Wynter's character on the show would later become was pregnant. Though the it wasn't certain if the baby belonged to Dr. Malcolm Lovetouch. The doctor who gave her a memory transplant and helped her remember that he was her long lost lover from years back. Dean didn't write this stuff. He couldn't think up stuff this cheesy and stupid, but the part of Marget was already written. She was to be there for one only one episode. She would regain her memories of their love, of her accident and then before the final kiss she was written to get hit by a passing truck.
Being annihilated. An injury that Dr. Lovetouch's mutant healing couldn't fix. It was unwatchable crap but he had a fanbase. He wondered quietly in the doorway if she even recognized him as famous. Or slightly famous. Dean sometimes got a bit of an ego and allowed the modest fame to go to his head. It gave him the inflated sense of smoothness with the ladies that he just didn't really have.
"So uh... You want to grab some coffee? I'm on my way to the studio. I'm an actor." He said hoping to impress. "I play Dr. Malcolm Lovetouch on a show called Days of our Mutant lives. It's pretty good, I got a few episodes recorded if you want to come over later we can crack open a bottle of wine....." He stopped talking seeing the excitement on her face. Yeah baby. I am so in there. He thought. He didn't realize the excitement was about the sheer coincidence of their meeting and being co-workers.
’I can see the results.’ She thought as her eyes went back to his toned abdomen and back up to his face to notice the light red tint to his cheeks. Her eyes averted to see a small brown form by his feet and smiled. He has a pet! She still awkwardly held his wallet out waiting for him to take it and brushed some blond locks behind her ear.
It was surprising as she asked her out to coffee. Her eyes grew wide with both shock and excitement as he continued talking about being an actor. Maybe this was her step up, and hearing they’d be coworkers for at least today, that made her smile grow wider. “Oh my gosh! Really?” She asked in astonishment. She hadn’t even watched the show, but she’d heard from her step sisters it was good. Although their standards for men was so shockingly high.
Wynter never really was one for television. She thought it rotted your brain and sure in moderation it could be useful, but she didn’t want to rely on it for entertainment all day every day. It’s why she put her focus into her writing. She wrote songs, small short stories, her wishes her fears. Everything was written down. Only recently had she been introduced to youtube and her songs were great hits.
“I um… I’d love to have coffee, with you. We’re actually going to the same place for work. I’m Wynter by the way. Wynter Summers.” She smiled with a tilt of her adorable little head. The beanie fell off center and she adjusted it again. “You may want to put on some clothes though.” She giggled as she pointed to his boxers and bit her lip.
After what must've been forever Dean finally remembered to take his wallet back. He ddin't bother to check it. He only went to slip it into his backpocket, until he remembered he was in his boxers. Her turned slightly redder and thanked god he wasn't standing here having less than innocent thougths.
There would have been nothing standing in the way of him and total flagpole. "Let me uh just get dressed and we can pick up some coffee on the way to the studio!" He was smiling. How crazy was this? Some random girl he meets turns out to be his new co-worker.
The odds of that even are like crazy, this is New York. The Big Apple. There were so many people here! Now he was beginning to feel as if there was some driving force that wanted them to meet. Dean was the type of guy who believed in all that stuff.
He believed in superstition and luck and destiny and karma, he believed in it all. He was an actor. He couldn't afford not too. When ever casting call was a cross your fingers and hope you can afford to eat meat next month kind of deal. He supposed he had gotten lucky with his role on Days of Our Mutant Lives.
He honestly appreciated the steady paycheck even if it wasn't lighting up his resume with a touch of something amazing. Dean quickly headed back to get dressed. He left Wynter in the doorway with his dog guarding the door. His fat little weiner dog stared at Wynter with interested eyes.
His little tail wagging happily as he gazed on the curios stranger. "Almost done!" Dean called out from the bedroom. He threw on a t-shirt and some shorts and some flip flops. He knew that wardrobe had everything he needed. It honestly didn't matter what he showed up in his outfit for the show was already on set. They would be filming soon actually.
Dean found himself smiling at the thought of perfroming for her live. Even if he wasn't sure why it mattered. Heading back to the living room he pet his dog on the head and snatched his keys from the bowl.
"Take my car?" He said with a smile as he passed Wynter and all but jogged down the hall. He expected her to chase after him. He was used to having a certain energy level. Pausing for a moment. He turned back to Wynter. "This is kinda crazy right? LIke almost the opening to some sort of moive."
“Yeah, take your time.” She said and smiled brightly. Wynter believed in higher powers and destined meetings. For them to meet and actual be coworkers it was just amazing and so rare in coincidence. Standing at the door she kneeled down to greet the little weiner dog with a nice pat to the head. “You are such a little cutie.” She said as if talking to another person. ‘Awe shucks ma’am. You’re so pretty. Are you gonna be the bitch my master shags?’ Wynter couldn’t help the laugh of utter shock, it would look like she was laughing at the way he wagged his tail so hard that his butt was moving with the force.
‘Oh, uh… I’m not entirely sure. If it goes right maybe more. He’s a nice guy.’ She thought being aware of Dean being able to listen if he really paid attention. ‘Yes! Yes! He’s very nice!’ He thought excitedly and climbed up on her legs as she laughed some more at the little kisses he gave her. She scratched behind his ears and couldn’t stop smiling. Making animals happy was something that brought her great joy besides her singing and lyric writing.
Looking up to Dean she stood again. “You be a good boy.” She said with a playful tone to the little dog and waved goodbye as she followed Dean. He was so much different than he was yesterday. Much more excited and happy than grumpy and moody. She liked it and felt happy to make him feel that way. “Sure, sounds like a plan.” She giggled and chased after him.
Seeing him turn around she had to slow to make sure she didn’t run into him. She couldn’t help but to think the same thing. “Now that I’m really thinking about it, yeah. Just one of those great romantic comedies. Best seller!” She said with a thumbs up. Although she had a nagging feeling that things could possibly get worse after today.
Dean didn't know anything about the odd conversation between her and his dog. How could he? It was his best friend and his favorite dog he had ever had. Dean let him sleep in the bed with him and sometimes the little guy got jealous getting kicked off of his warm soft comfy bed in favor of someone who was pretty and warm and soft in her own right.
Not that Dean had a reputation for bringing a lot of ladies back to his house for no strings attached fun. Dean was more of a classic guy. He was old fashioned. He believed in getting to know a woman inside and out. He didn't just randomly hook up... If you were in his bed it was because you meant something. He truly cared more about the personality than the sex....Today that was kind of a rare thing.
The coffee shop was skipped completely. Dean had said something about the coffee on set being way better anyways. They arrived not long after. The set was busy with it's usual comotion. Stage guys rigging up lighten to get the shot absolutely perfect. Sound guys chasing actors around trying to get them rigged and loaded for their scene. Dean never cared about any of that. He looked at the craft services table. This was home! Dean was amazed he wasn't a 500 pound fat ass.
He loved to stuff his face. Moving over to the table he grabbed himself a plate and threw a turkey leg up there all kinds of exotic cheeses and deviled eggs... A whole pile of little mini sandwiches.... A bowl of chips of his other hand..... His plate was looking like mount freaking everist! He paused a moment and turned Wynter.
Wynter who had seen his six pack and probably wondering WHAT THE FUCK?!? HOW DOES THIS ASSHOLE STAY SO FIT? He smiled nervously. I have a hell of a workout routine? Truth was Dean was just gifted with a wonderful metabolism. The lucky bastard could eat whatever he wanted and his body would clean up the mess. "So tell me a little about yourself. Something I wouldn't know already." He said popping a sandwich in his mouth and handing her an empty plate. They had a bit of time before scenes had to be shot. At least enough to eat and talk for a bit anyways.
