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Post by cassie on Aug 31, 2009 10:10:10 GMT
 - wearing- _____________________________________ As he spoke she felt as though she'd gone back through time just sitting here and was once again the freshman cheerleader who got flustered if he even looked in her direction. It was strange how so much had changed in the past couple of years but that had not. The idea that Dean Weaver would be happy to see her, wasn't something she'd even have dreamed of when they all moved into high school. He had been all she'd ever dreamed about since the end of junior high and even after she'd had the personality make-over she'd needed to survive in that school she still only ever allowed herself to get girl over one guy. Dean had always been that guy. Feeling a little confronted by the information she sat back in her chair a little and nodded at his statement, as if that was supposed to mean anything. She was making mistakes and giving herself away too much. All these little actions were subverting the way she normally was around guys and even though she knew the news wouldn't escape this room if she started to let her guard down now, who knew where it would end? She could end up back on the end of someone's video camera and have to leave the school because of the ramifications this time. There was a reason she'd taken on the 'look but don't touch' sort of attitude, despite many guys assuming they could still touch as much as they wanted.
"It's no problem, really." Madison replied, the softness in her voice betraying everything she'd just tried to reel in. She couldn't help herself. Even if it put her at risk of exposing everything and allowing Dean to see past every myth and half truth said about her, she couldn't stop herself. He was the dream guy but now, in this hospital bed he was so much more. He wasn't the Dean everyone knew him to be. He was more than that. Deeper, more interesting and apparently lonelier than she'd have expected. "I'm just glad I could help a little. I mean the happier you are the quicker you'll wanna get out of this place." She added with a small smile as her eyes did a quick sweep around the room. Even if he had expressed it to her she could easily see why he'd want to get out of here. This wasn't really the best place to spend your days. Sure they'd tried to make it look a bit more like home, and all the cards and flowers of support were nice to see but at the end of the day they were still in a hospital. There were still reminders everywhere that he was sick and weak and it couldn't have been nice for him to have to see it all everyday.
"So uh, how much longer do you think you'll be in here? I mean have the doctors said anything about you going home yet because you must be getting pretty sick of this place by now. Even I'm tried of seeing some of the nurses faces and I only come here once or twice a week." She joked, although there was some basis of truth in it. As much as she looked forward to being there for Dean and his family, providing them someone outside of their immediate group of friends to talk to about things, the sites and smells of the hospital were grating on her slightly now. She'd hadn't really been a fan to begin with but now it was getting to be a little too much on the walk to his room every visit.
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