Read My Lips

Chapter Five

When Dean woke up the next morning, he went into the living room and turned the stereo off. He was surprised he was able to sleep with the music being so loud. He hoped Christina had a nice rest too. He gathered up all of his clothes and put them in a basket. He walked out and went to the his floor's laundry room. As he was walking down the hall he saw a man coming towards him. He was in black pajama pants and had no shirt. He was masculine like Dean, but Dean had a few inches as far as height on the man. The man did not look happy, but tired. "Are you the guy from across the hall?" he asked Dean. "Depending on what room number you are," Dean said. "I'm room 4F," the man replied. "Yeah I'm across from you." "Do you think you can keep your music down?" the man asked, "I couldn't get any sleep last night." "Sorry," Dean apologized which was something he never did, "But my friend can't sleep without it." "What's more important?" the man questioned, an edge to his tone, "One person getting sleep or an entire floor?" "The entire floor is not my problem," Dean said bluntly before he sensed someone coming behind him. The man's complaining quickly stopped as he stared at Christina. She was wearing cheerleading shorts and a sports bra. Dean didn't like the way the man was gazing at her; it didn't sit well in his stomach. Christina waved at Dean before nodding a hello to the man and making her way to the laundry room. Once she was gone, Dean cleared her throat. "You were saying," Dean said making the man's head snap in his direction. "Oh," the man said, frowning, "I forgot what I was talking about." "Well then if you don't mind...." Dean trailed off, lifting up the basket of dirty clothes. The man nodded in understanding and stepped aside. Dean leaned close to the man. "Look at her like that again and I'm gonna knock your teeth down your throat," Dean growled before walking away. He wasn't sure what had come over him. This stranger was looking at Christina like a piece of meat and Dean didn't like it one bit. Was he jealous? Was he protective? Dean found Christina stuffing a pair of Mickey Mouse pajama pants into the washing machine. She turned the machine on and set her basket aside before looking up at Dean. "Should I called you Mickey Mouse?" he asked and she playfully rolled her eyes. Even though this whole transition of Dean being nice to Christina was knew to her she liked it. This is how it should've been a week ago, but she's happy she got the positive attention at all. After Dean put his things into the washing machine they stood there looking at each other in awkward silence. Christina was looking at him as if she knew he was gonna say something. "Wanna go have breakfast at my place?" he asked, breaking the silence. Christina happily nodded and followed Dean down the hall.

When they got to the apartment, Christina went straight to the kitchen and got to work cooking. Dean went over and tapped her shoulder, getting her attention. "I can cook," Dean assured making her raise one of her eyebrows at him, "Continue." Dean sat on a stool at the kitchen counter and watched Christina move around. It was like she was dancing the way she continued to move around without breaking a beat.

After the food was ready, Christina made the plates and handed Dean one. She slid on the stool beside him and started eating. Silence engulfed them. Dean started to wonder what it was like being deaf. Was it frustrating that you couldn't hear like everyone else. That you don't have the chance to hear even the most common sounds like birds chirping or cars passing by. Dean remembered when his mom always fussed at him for having his music too loud in his earphones. "Eventually you'll go deaf!" she had shouted on the other side of his closed bedroom door. Thinking back on that now, Dean was happy he eventually listened to her.

Luckily breakfast didn't last long and Dean helped Christina with the dishes before they walked back to the laundry room. They put their things in the dryers. "I wanted to apologize about the way I've been acting towards you," Dean eventually said and he meant it. Christina shook her head like there was no need to say sorry, but there was. Dean had jumped to conclusions without really getting to know Christina, but hopefully that will change in the near future. Once their clothes were ready they went back to their apartments and smiled at each other before walking in. Christina got out her ironing board from her closet and got to work. After ironing and folding all of her things, she placed them in the proper places and laid on the bed. She hated being new to this city, to this state. She hated weekends because she never had anything to do and when she did it was once in a blue moon. School kept her busy on the weekdays. Then she perked up. She could go to the gym. After all she did have Ryan's number and they could set up a session today, but Christina didn't want to have Ryan think she was desperate. They just saw each other yesterday. She rolled her eyes and laid back down on the bed.

Dean set his basket of now clean clothes beside his bed not feeling like dealing with them at the moment. He wasn't sure what to do. At this time he would be in Florida doing FCW, but they already did the tapings and now he was stuck doing nothing. He could call his friends and hang out with them. But then again he couldn't. None of his friends lived in Las Vegas and they all left this morning to go and be with their families. He wondered if Christina was doing anything for Thanksgiving. But he couldn't intrude. She was more than likely gonna go back home to wherever she came from and spend Thanksgiving with her family, leaving Dean all alone. That's the reason why he hates Thanksgiving, Christmas too. Anything holiday that had to do with family he hated. He really wanted to go next door and see if Christina wanted to do something. They didn't have to go out, they could just stay at home and watch TV or something he just needed something to keep himself busy. After debating for 2 minutes he just decided to go back to sleep. Hopefully the weekend would go by fast but it's not like he had anything to do on the weekdays either. He groaned and covered his body-face too-with the blankets.