Dean watched from a distance and tried not to laugh as yet another person made an attempt at flirting with Jesse. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening with this party, but he was almost glad he came. "This is too fucking funny."
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Dean watched from a distance and tried not to laugh as yet another person made an attempt at flirting with Jesse. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening with this party, but he was almost glad he came. "This is too fucking funny."
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Sapphire: now THAT is a lie Sapphire: 😇😇😇😇😇
Dean: If you must know, Rose forgave me. Dean: We got back together at that stupid party. Dean: So excuse me for experiencing joy.
Sapphire: you really are the RUDEST boy in town Sapphire: with the biggest SMILE 😁😁😁😁
Dean: You're not cute. Dean: I'll stop talking to you in public.
Text: Sapphire ⤿ Dean
Sapphire: There's a rumour going around that you've been SMILING Sapphire: have u been cloned or something?? 😜😜 @d-eandawson
Dean: Sorry. New phone. Didn't save numbers that weren't important 🤷

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Dean swept into the room and dropped to his knees in front of her and god how she'd missed him. More than she'd realised. Here he was, on his knees, apologising to her. It almost didn't feel real.
In her head, she'd pictured this moment differently. She'd imagined that she would be furious, letting out her months of hurt and anger at him. She would refuse to accept his apology, make him work for her forgiveness.
Instead all she felt was relief, like the world was finally right again. Reaching out, she cupped his jaw, her thumb brushing tenderly over his cheekbone. "I know." she said with a teary smile. "and I forgive you."
He had been ready to grovel at her feet. All the way here, Dean had played this out in his head, with everything he had wanted to say looping around in his mind. Different scenarios–mostly of her yelling or ignoring him–each with their own version of his apology, but not once had he considered the possibility that she would forgive him immediately.
His mouth had opened with the intention of begging, but his jaw stayed hanging loose as her hand cupped it. Tears threatened to fall as he looked up at her reverently, his head leaning into her touch. He had missed her so much. "You do?" He asked in disbelief, his hands tentatively reaching up to rest on either side of her face. "Even though I'm an idiot?" He couldn't stop the smile from forming on his lips. He didn't deserve her–never had–but damn it, he didn't care anymore.
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The second she saw the note attached to the key Rose knew who her match was. It was just her name in that all too familliar handwriting. He'd actually specifically named her. Asked for her. That thought set off a riot of hopeful butterflies in her stomach. Maybe he did care, if he was asking to be matched with her and noone else.
Or this was just some cruel prank from the universe, fate, and/or Mrs Hunter to put an end to her ongoing avoidance of Dean. They'd tried so many times to talk about it and work it out, but they kept getting interuppted or things kept getting in the way and they ended up even further apart than before with Rose's hopes dashed and her heart in pieces again. It was terrifying to put herself back in that position again. But she loved him and he loved her. So against her better judgement, she sat on the bed in their assigned suite and waited.
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When Dean was handed the key and the note, he couldn't have moved faster to that hotel room. The thing his match loved was 'tattoos', but under the scribble, he could just about make out his own name in a familiar script. Who else would have written his name down? It might have been aggressively scored out, but the fact that he had been her first thought gave him hope; maybe he really could fix this.
His hand shook as he swiped his key and opened the door, heart thumping in his chest at the sight of her sat there on the bed. "Rose." Dean spoke her name like he had been holding his breath; in a way, he had been–whatever he had been doing without her wasn't breathing. He didn't hesitate, moving towards the bed and dropping to his knees in front of her. "I'm sorry."
Sapphire barely held back a snort of laughter as she watched Dean try to navigate Ms Fitzherbert. The woman practically bristled at his words, huffing and puffing her way out at his absolute rudeness! "Wow. That was actually painful to watch," she smirked, holding back another laugh by taking a drink. "Don't take this the wrong way, Deano... What are you wearing?"
"Oh? So painful that you couldn't help a guy out? I'll remember this Vandervort." Dean shook his head, looking absolutely livid, but anyone who knew him would know that he was playing it up to hide his amusement. "What do you mean?" He looked down at himself, arms held out to indicate himself. "Are you saying double denim isn't the height of 1800's French fashion?"
Nate had almost walked straight into Ms Fitzherbert and totally interrupted whatever she was about to say to Dean Dawson. One look at Nate, though, and she was turning up her nose. No, literally. She might as well have called Nate 'trash' right there and then, the look she was giving him. Thankfully, she opted to leave instead. It took longer for Nate to realise what he'd overheard. Rose. A guilty feeling started to churn in his gut again. He thought about Rose, now, and how Gossip Girl had used him to put a wedge between her and Tessa. And how he'd agreed to save his own relationships. He'd stayed quiet for too long now, and he desperately willed his brain to say something - anything!
"Uh, who's Rose?" Not that.
Dean didn't miss the look that Ms. Fitzherbert shot Nate and his eyebrow raised. As much as he liked to convince himself that he didn't care about the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite, that was interesting. Wasn't he supposed to be the golden boy of the Upper East Side? But before he could comment on it, he said that. Dean stared at him, eyes narrowed because he couldn't possibly be being serious. "Did you become a complete fucking moron for New Year?"
Juliette couldn't help but laugh as she saw Dean dealing with Ms. Fitzherbert, his own fault for talking to her; everyone knew to avoid her if they had something to do.
"Ms. Fitzherbert, I think they restocked the shrimp puffs. Better go grab them before someone gets them all." She sighed as the older woman walked away. "She isn't here yet, at least that I have seen."
"Damn it..." Dean mumbled defeatedly, wholeheartedly having hoped he wouldn't have to spend any length of time at this event. "Thanks for–..." He waved a hand in the general direction of Ms. Fitzherbert's retreating silhouette, but found that he was now stuck in yet another social interaction that he hadn't anticipated. "I wouldn't be surprised if she was avoiding me."

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"I see you're still making friends wherever you go," Jesse greeted with a smile. Ms Fitzherbert seemed somewhat deflated in whatever retort was on the tip of her tongue. She'd always thought Jesse was a 'lovely young man'. When she made her leave, Jesse turned back to face dean, raising a brow at him.
"Long time no see, huh?" Then, without further messing around, he pulled him into a tight squeeze.
Dean shot his best friend a look of exasperation as he saved him from that horrendous woman. He knew better than to get cornered by her, but he hadn't paid attention to who he was asking and she had taken him off guard. When he was pulled into a hug, though, the tension left Dean's body almost immediately–he even hugged Jesse back. "Hey, man. I think I've really fucked up this time."
"Ms. Fitzherbert, how nice to see you. I believe that waiter over there has some fresh shrimp puffs." Jason said, pointing to a waiter on the far side of the room and watching as she predicatably scurried off to investigate. "Looking for Rose?" He asked. "I saw her by the bar a few minutes ago." the less than up to date information probably wouldn't help much, but he wanted to see his brothers friend get the girl. A miracle like that might just make him believe in love again.
Dean's jaw was clenched and his hands were balled into fists when Jason interrupted and sent Ms. Fitzherbert on her way. Was he actually going to raise those fists? No, absolutely not. Did he think about it? Well... "Yeah." He sighed, looking towards the bar when he gave him the info. Of course, he couldn't see her. "Thanks. Maybe if I just stand over there, she'll appear when her drink runs out." He ran a hand through his hair, still looking around the room. "You here with someone?" Maybe Jason was having better luck than him.
After having been whisked away for three months out of obligation to the grandparents he barely knew, Dean found himself back on the Upper East Side, crashing yet another Logan Hunter party. As soon as he got back, he had immediately went looking for Rose and, of course, his search had brought him here. Typical.
"Yes, Ms Fitzherbert, I've seen the shrimp puffs." He snapped at the older woman, having no patience for her at all. "Have. You. Seen. Rose?"
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Rose almost couldn't believe it, finally she would get to talk to Dean.
After that night at the Fairchild ball she had just let him go, as much as it had broken her heart, who was she to insist he stay when he didn't want to? As the rumour mill had swirled around his new co-habitation arrangment with Sapphire, the pit of depression she'd found herself in had seemed endless, and for a long time she had just been going through the motions to avoid worrying Tessa or her mom. Slowly there had been bright flashes of time when she'd felt more like herself again, alive. Feeling alive had meant having to feel the pain, and at times it had felt unbearable, the memories and the loss of him, the betrayal of him immediately running to one of her closest friends who had never been shy about being interested in him.
Of course, his life had changed too, in completely unexpected ways. She remembers the first time they saw each other, after the page six headlines and all of the truth had come out. He'd taken her breath away as he always had, and when their eyes had met across the room her still fragile self had threatened to crumble as she realized that she still loved him.
She slipped through the crowd at Ceren's surprise party with Sapphire's insistence that Dean really did love her replaying in her mind and tentatively knocked on the door she had watched him go through a few minutes before, her heart heavy in her mouth.
"Dean?" She said. "It's me."
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After getting Rose to agree to speak with him, Dean snuck his way through the party, hoping that if they went separately people would keep their eyes and opinions to themselves. It was unfortunate that he now seemed to find himself pacing in Logan Hunter's bedroom, but it seemed as private a location as any to have this conversation with Rose.
He wasn't entirely sure where this would lead them. He didn't know if she would ever forgive him for how he had acted- how he had treated her- but he had to try. Dean needed to step up and apologise for everything and he had to tell her how he still felt. If she wanted nothing to do with him after that, then that was her choice, but she had to know everything. Rose deserved nothing less than the right to make her own informed choice about them. He was done deciding for her that he wasn't good enough.
The knock at the room door immediately stopped Dean's frantic pacing and he moved quickly towards the door. "Hey." He paused for a moment, just looking at her, before stepping aside to let her in and swiftly closing the door behind her.
"Okay. Okay, I'm going to get to the point because I don't want to waste your time." He spoke quickly, stumbling over the words as he took a few steps towards her. "I'm an idiot. I fucked up. I put you through so much crap because of my own messed up head and that's not okay. I'm sorry, Rose. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for walking out and trying to make decisions for you. I'm sorry for obsessing over Jesse when he made it clear that he was fine. I used him as an excuse because I couldn't accept that you could possibly love me over him. Over anyone." Dean paused, finally taking a breath, "I'm sorry for screwing up the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm sorry for waiting so long to say this. I'm sorry for telling you you deserved better than me, when really you deserved better from me. I'm sorry for it all, Rose."

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Dean raised an eyebrow at the girl when she grabbed him. "Fun? Is that the vibe I'm giving off?" He looked at himself in the wall mirror across the hall, "I knew this jacket was too much." In one swift movement, he had shrugged the offending item of clothing off his shoulders and dropped it in the nearest trash can.
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Dean: I think I can do it, Jess. Dean: I think I can get her back 🙂