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[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Denver chuckled. He’d had his fair share of daredevil adventures for one lifetime at least. But he didn’t think running around the city in a superman costume probably wouldn’t make the top ten. Though, he would do it if it would make Lexi laugh. “Daredevil. Now, there’s a guy with a good costume. Even blind he knew to put his underwear on under his tights,” he joked. He wasn’t really into comics as a kid, he didn’t have some vast collection, but he’d owned a few, read more that belonged to his friends. Den started to open his mouth to say something about her better being there on Halloween to capture the entire evening on film, except that seemed just a bit too forward for their second meeting; however much it felt like they’d known each other a lot longer. Now Denver laughed out loud. To say he had a sweet tooth was a complete understatement. Chocolate, hell, sugar was the doctor-to-be’s best friend. “I think that may be a vast understatement, Darling,” he said.

Denver just shook his head and laughed at the menu. If, by some miracle, they got to share this restaurant again, he was really going to have to brush up on some Italian. Surely Borders had translation books or English-Italian dictionaries he could get; something that would be a semi-quick fix to the lack of knowledge on the language Lexi seemed so fond of. “Well, it wouldn’t be a nice way to say thanks, but it would be one hell of a way to go. I trust you. Besides, I’m sure the masters behind the scenes aren’t into offing people at request,” he said amuse. “Seriously though, I can’t wait to try the Carbonara.” When the waiter came, Denver sat back, smiling. He was man enough to admit he had no clue what was being said but enjoyed watching it all the same. Lexi switched between the languages so smoothly, it was like she spoke it every day. “That was impressive,” he said, leaning forward and setting his elbows against the table.

“That makes sense. It must have been a great adventure. And Italy is so full of history, must have been heaven for you,” he said, fascinated by it all. He’d never been further than Mexico for spring break one year. And as far as the history went, he made it through high school classes, and knew only the basics and whatever cases he read about for Medical school. History wasn’t something he particularly ever cared for. In high school, he always thought it was in the past, let it stay there. But it always had a funny little way of repeating itself, especially in the medical field, so when he went to college, he was more interested, but not by much. Besides that, it had never been one of his better subjects.

Now it was Denver’s turn to shake his head. He didn’t believe there was ever a kid that wasn’t cute but that was his opinion. He’d seen too much since starting at the hospital to think there could ever be an unattractive kid. Maybe it was his need to make sure the kids he took care of didn’t feel like they weren’t pretty or handsome, he didn’t know. But whenever he walked into a patient’s room, he always greeted them with a smile, a cheery hello and a bit of gossip. Maybe tell them they were going to be heartbreakers when they got out of the hospital; anything almost, to keep their hopes up. “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said, of her mother hiding her pictures. But he only knew of his childhood, and that of his friends. There were pictures everywhere of all of them. Group photos of friends, camping, acting like fools, birthday parties, practically every event in all of their lives had been captured on film but at least two of the parents in the group of kids. Denver smiled, understanding that. When he got the chance, he wanted to travel around Europe. “I’ve always wanted to see Paris.” And the pyramids, the great wall, everything, and he had an entire lifetime of vacations to see it all; he’d get there.

Denver shrugged, after his tale was over. It was a stupid thing to do and he saw that clearer and clearer every day since it had happened, but he was just a kid, he was leaving for college after that summer was over and he’d just turned seventeen. “I could have, but I didn’t,” he said, easily enough. He’d had a lot of time to get through the shock and acceptance of falling out of that tree and almost falling right off the top of the Man in the Mountains head. Den smiled, nodding. “Don’t worry about that, I learnt my lesson that day. Besides, the trees around here and saplings by comparison,” he added with a smirk. “We don’t need you panicking over little old me,” he said, thickening his accent just a bit.

Being away from Corner Brook and everything, everyone there was difficult but he managed knowing Sarah visited constantly and he was always getting calls and texts from the friends he had to leave behind. “Oh, we fought like mortal enemies when she got older, but with such an age difference, it didn’t last very long, and she usually forgave my male stupidity,” He smiled. “Thanks, I’m sure she’d love hearing that,” Lexi’s hand started leaving his and reflexively his fingers tightened their loose hold. He liked holding her hand, any form of contact. He knew they’d have to let go when the food arrived, but for right now, with nothing really between them it was nice.

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[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

She shook her head softly, dark eyes meeting his as a smirk tugged at her glossed lips. “There’s nothing wrong with breaking a trend. Plus, Superman made that look work for him. Not many men would be brave enough to pull that sort of fashion stunt off.”

[/color] She joked, speaking as though the whole thing was part of reality and not just some superhero in a comic book and on the big screen. She was never into the whole world of comic books and super powers, but she knew basic names of a few heroes that had emerged in recent years in Hollywood blockbusters. Plus, to not know Superman would be like admitting to living under a rock your whole life. Hell, even Lexi had one of those Superman t-shirts everyone seemed to own at some point in their life.
Grinning at his bold laugh, Lexi felt so much more relaxed around him than almost anyone else in the city and it was with a light-hearted tone that she proceeded to continue with their conversation, totally at ease to open up a little more now. “Well, you can have my slice of chocolate cake then if there’s room after the meal.”[/color] Lexi didn’t have a big sweet tooth to begin with, but always made a point of trying to avoid sweet food that would make her feel guilty later on.

Lexi almost forgot that Denver was sitting there when she slipped into Italian with ease. She wasn’t exactly a pro at the language, but she could hold short conversations and deal with basic issues that might arise. At the realisation that he had been watching and listening as she ordered the food, that irksome blush flooded her cheeks again and her eyes fell to stare almost intently at the white table cloth. “I guess I eat her a lot, it’s almost natural now.”[/color] She said quietly, not wanting to sit there in some mute state of shyness, especially not after Denver had already warned her against shying away from him today. Lexi just wasn’t used to this sort of thing though. Usually, when guys were involved, there was part of her that was acting a certain way, but with Denver, she was 100% herself and whilst it was nice, it was also nerve wracking in case she said or did something moronic to make him think she was some lunatic.

She shrugged lightly and bit her lip. It was hard to explain her passion for history to people who weren’t on her course, but she took a breath and tried it anyway. At least she knew Denver would listen to what she was saying, rather than those friends of hers who would interrupt her with idle gossip. “A vacation isn’t enough sometimes for history. I mean, you get to see the main sights like the coliseum, all the museums, Sistine Chapel and the architecture that is breath taking, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. There’s so much more you could see if you really spent time there and, of course, family vacations mean that I don’t get to run away to some outside town to look at some old house that I’ve read about in a library.”[/color] She sighed again, pausing to breathe before smiling softly across at Denver again. “No one ever quite understands why I study history and until I get a chance to get out there and look more, I don’t think I can ever pull that explanation off.”[/color] She chuckled and then rubbed the back of her neck, a little embarrassed by her babbling, but there was no blush to accompany the feeling this time.

Lexi smiled across at him, wondering what was going on underneath that handsome crop of wild hair. It was almost like Denver knew exactly what to say at exactly the right moment, whilst at the same time holding some strange optimistic ideal that made Lexi feel like she was in a utopian bubble. The second she felt as though she was about to get that sinking heart, melancholy feeling, he was able to pick her right back up again and she didn’t think he even realised he was doing it. “My mom throws away pictures if there’s a wrinkle in her dress.”[/color] It was true; no socialite could be seen with a creased dress or a smudged bit of make-up. No, the pictures were checked, erased were the bad ones and the good ones were then used for public viewing or whatnot. However, Lexi couldn’t quite well come out and agree with him, confessing that it had been herself who had demanded the photos be removed from the walls and mantles.
She smiled at his admission, nodding slowly. “I was twelve when we went to Paris last. My mom and sisters wanted to go shopping there before Christmas that year. I spent three of the five days in the hotel room watching movies I couldn’t understand, curled up under blankets, convinced I was dying. I’d gone and caught tonsillitis and it had flared up when we were there.”[/color] She told him, her eyes almost glazing over as she remembered, wrinkling her nose again at the horrid memory of being in bed with no voice and the agony she was in to swallow any of the food sent to the room. “I’ve never been back since. My dad prefers places a little warmer. Although it would be nice to see it again when I’m not ill.”[/color] She laughed, not even aware that she was giving Denver more glimpses into her family life than she usually gave anyone she first met. She wasn’t a fan of the gala scene like her mother and Lexi liked to be a lot more low key about her heritage, but with Denver, she felt like none of that mattered; he wouldn’t care about status or wealth the way a lot of people in the Ryanne’s world did. At least, that’s what she thought.

She relaxed a little when she saw how nonchalant he was being over his tale of his past. True, he was alright and he was sitting there without any visible marks on him, but Lexi still found his story terrifying. Her hand in his, she smiled and moved some hair from her eyes. “It doesn’t take a lot to make me panic, and you’re hardly little now, are you? I mean, I’m little at five foot three, and there are school kids taller than me now. You’re all…tall.”[/color] She laughed stupidly as she lost her original train of thought and ended lamely on a ‘state the obvious’ fact. “Yep, my thoughts escaped me on that one.”[/color] She said through her giggles.

Nodding in understanding, Lexi sometimes wished she could escape her sisters. Maybe if she moved away their bond would become stronger and less catty. True, they all pulled together and rallied around each other when they needed it, but the rest of the time they were prone to bickering and fighting and stupid arguments that no one seemed able to control. “Oh, I know what you mean by that.”[/color] She laughed in regards to the idea of mortal enemies. The amount of times Chelsea had told Stacy she never wanted to see her face again, or had chased her with hot irons…far too many memories sprung to mind.
She almost jumped when his fingers closed around hers, keeping her hand connected to his. A soft gasp escaped her lips and the infamous blush that was almost there often enough to be dubbed ‘the third wheel’ made another cameo on her cheeks. They were only holding hands, it really didn’t warrant the crimson shade that flooded her face. She smiled shyly at him, her thumb now moving to run across the back of his hand. She didn’t know what this was, but it was nice.
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[Denver Gage Sawyer]

If they were looking solely from a fashion standpoint, Denver was useless, but even he could agree that Superman was ahead of his time. Superman wasn’t one of his favourites, he much preferred the X-men over the others, but he’d also had one of the superheroes t-shirts when he’d been a kid. “He was ahead of his time,” he said. Sadly, he’d grown out of it, but Sarah had gotten good use out of the shirt when she’d found it in a box in the attic. It was amusing that his shirt from when he was 12 fit her when she was 14… and the girl still had it. Denver smiled, “I don’t know if there will be any room if the food is as good as you say,” he said, running his free hand through his unruly hair.

Denny was really amused but shook his head. “I hadn’t noticed,” he said teasingly. He was enjoying the blush that spread over her cheeks. Denver couldn’t do that with any other language; even French which was his country’s second language. He had troubles with it, and could only hold very simple conversations. He’d have to learn if he ever made his way to Paris, but by then, he would be well versed in the language again; especially if Sarah keeps calling him for homework advice. “Sounds like you could spend months there and not even see everything there was. It’s quite impressive, your love for the past,” he wouldn’t ever quite understand her affection for history, but he could admire her for following her dreams and hunger for such knowledge.

Denver just shook his head. His mother was the complete opposite. It didn’t matter if you were making a face, had your eyes closed or weren’t even looking at the camera, Megan Sawyer-Hendricks kept it and showed it off proudly. She even had an entire scrapbook filled with just pictures of him and his friends being teenagers and young children. He sometimes wished his mother wasn’t so packrat about pictures but she always said if she ever started to forget things when she got older, she’d have all those wonderfully silly memories to remind her. “Well, I think that’s stupid even if I wished my mum could have been like that with a few select pictures. Sadly, she kept them all, even the ones we’re all less than desirably picture perfect,” he said chuckling.

Denver frowned, sad on behalf of the little girl that never got to fully take in all the sights and sounds of the city of love. It must have been terrible to know you were in a beautiful city, and couldn’t really leave your hotel room. “That must have been terrible being sick like that. Did anyone stay with you?” he asked, thinking immediately of a young girl in her hotel room, sick like that and no one there to take care of her. He always thought back to his childhood when he had a new patient or heard of someone sick, and he knew he wasn’t allowed to be alone when he was sicker with anything more than the flu. His mother took days of to take care of him and then Sarah when he couldn’t.

Denver chuckled. He’d never really, actually thought of himself as tall before. He was actually one of the shortest of his old group of friends. And he was around six foot 2! He hadn’t grown much since his little tumble down the tree. “No, I suppose I’m not all that short anymore. And I wasn’t going to say anything but…”he said trailing off with a smirk on his face. He was being cheeky again, and felt like he could be so free with the teasing around Lexi, like she wouldn’t take it to heart and joke around with him, too.

He and Sarah had had their rough spots here and there, but they’d always come out of the storm on good terms and often even closer than before the fight. After a while, Denver just started to fight for Sarah and not with her. He’d spoken to many guys about being careful with his sister and as it turned out, Denver and his friends were quite infamous in the old neighbourhood. Stories of their antics in their teens were well known. Even now when Denver did make it back to Corner Brook for visits, he was reminded of his crazy teen years. He smiled at Lexi, “That sounds like it has interesting story written all over it,” he said, chuckling. He wouldn’t mind a tale from Lexi’s past, aside from her bedridden Paris trip, but she didn’t have to share. He already felt as those he knew more about her than he’d had before.

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[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

Lexi nodded in agreement about Superman. How they had gotten talking about superheroes had escaped her suddenly, but she did notice how relaxed she felt around Denver and this rather silly conversation. She was used to talking about clothes, shopping or movies, but superheroes rarely cropped up with her friends and she rarely felt so at ease with them. It was the little things mainly. Like, she knew she could probably slouch in her seat and Denver wouldn’t care if it rumpled her sweater. The pressures of Manhattan’s image was so superficial at times, it made Lexi want to dig out the old clothes that lingered in her wardrobe for those rare lazy days of hers.
Chuckling softly, she reached up and ruffled the back of her short hair nervously. “Now I feel like the pressure is really on for you to like this place. I think I may have bigged it up too much.”

[/color] She confessed, really hoping that Denver would like this place as much as she did, if that was at all possible.

Playfully, she swatted his arm, keeping her hit gentle. She wasn’t usually the kind of girl to do that, but if another blush flushed her cheeks, she was surely going to die and he seemed to know every little way to make it happen. Meeting his eyes with a confident gaze, she bit back her smile, trying to keep serious. “This place is worth revisiting. I’d like to see you keep away after today.”[/color] Maybe she was selling this place a bit too much and maybe there was now a lot riding on this carbonara dish, but Lexi honestly couldn’t think of a single reason why someone wouldn’t want to come back here for more after the first taste.
Lexi dipped her head as the soft pink hue filled her cheeks. Shrugging, she looked back across as Denver, biting her lip before speaking again. “I know people say it’s not good to live in the past and I don’t. I rarely think about my own past. But it’s how we got here, to today, that fascinates me.”[/color] She shrugged again and flicked her dark eyes away from him. “You can’t have a future without the past.”[/color] She summed up, not wanting to ramble on even more about her love for history. It was already her ‘quirky’ trait, as her friends knew it as.

Lexi laughed, though she suddenly felt bad about blaming the hidden photos of herself on her mother. Denver probably would never get to see her family home, let alone the photos anyway, so it was hardly like it should matter, right? “I guess I know who to call should I ever need to blackmail you into something.”[/color] She teased, arching her eyebrow in a subtly flirtatious manner. She had a sneaky suspicion that even acting like a goofball, Denver would still look as handsome as he did now.

The brunette shrugged, looking up to the ceiling as she remembered the trip a little less vividly than most of her memories. “It wasn’t so bad. My dad popped in to check on me once in a while, but he had people to see a lot. It was me and Walt Disney most of the time, but it was fine. I was only twelve, so I probably wouldn’t have really appreciated Paris like I would now.”[/color] That had been what her mother had told her when they were flying home and Lexi’s voice was starting to return. She didn’t know what she had missed, so she never really got upset over it, though it was back on her list of places to see.

He seemed to be out to make her laugh again, and it was working. Maybe this was his normal personality, but Lexi liked it all the same. She stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes. “Here I am, bringing you out for food to my favourite place and you’re mocking me. That’s rather mean of you, Doctor.”[/color] She said, smirking and quirking her eyebrow again. Her eyes moved to meet his, the hidden chuckle probably glimmering in them now as she fought harder to hide her laughter, just so the mini speech has some effect.

She laughed merrily, grimacing that he caught her out on that one. “I think you mean ‘stories’; plural.”[/color] She joked, leaning back a little and biting her lip as she thought of the best one to share. “I have three sisters and no brothers. Chelsea, I live with and then there’s Stacey and Mel. The teenage years were pretty much a war zone in our house. I’m the youngest and there’s only seven years between me and the oldest, Mel, so it’s pretty close. Mainly there was always, and still is, some screaming match taking place somewhere in the house when we’re home. I remember this one time, Chelsea had gone out with the guy Stacey liked and I heard this blood curdling scream so I came out of my room to see what was happening, only to then get used as a human shield by Chelsea who was running from Stacey and she had her curling irons brandished like a sword. Our dad had to split them up and calm them down, it got that intense.”[/color] She shook her head at the ‘girliness’ of that memory and then looked back up at Denver, her smile turning into a sadder one. “The day the football took me down? I’d had a huge fight with Chelsea and she’d said a few things that hit a little close to home for me.”[/color] Shaking her head, she fought against the memory of that fight and looked at Denver with a knowing look. “Be glad you only have one sister and you get along well with her. The wrath of them can be brutal, if not fatal.”[/color] Chelsea had apologised for that day, but Lexi had yet to fully forgive her for some of the things she had said then.
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[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Denver enjoyed good conversation, no matter the topic; he always managed to come up with something to say on it. How they’d gotten onto superheroes, he didn’t know either, but he also didn’t care. Lexi seemed relax, and he sure was. Coming from the hospital where he had people depending on him, it was nice to know he could sit back, relax and have a completely random conversation and love every minute of it. But speaking of the restaurant, Denny looked around at the charming little place. He already loved the atmosphere and if Lexi gushed about it this much the food couldn’t be that terrible. He smiled across the table at the pretty brunette he just happened to save from a flyaway ball. She was beautiful, fantastic and Den found himself thinking about her often in the last couple of weeks. “I’m sure I’ll love it,” he said, amused.

Denver laughed, leaning back in his seat an inch or two at her swatting hand. “Hey,” he said, trying to get serious. “I can’t make that promise. If the food is as good as you say, it will probably quickly become my new favourite restaurant,” he said, still chuckling. Of course, most of those visits were going to have to have a pretty brunette accompanying him because he couldn’t speak a lick of the romantic language. “Of course, I’ll need a beautiful translator. Know where I could get one of those?” he asked, as though she hadn’t just ordered their lunch a minute ago.

It made sense. And her fascination with History mirrored his fascination with helping people. “My History teacher would have loved you and would have traded us in an instant given the chance and the option. I was too busy not paying attention,” he said. There was just nothing that man could have said back then that would have made Denver listen intently. He knew history had a habit of repeating, and that was it. He hadn’t been a bad student, but history just didn’t grab him, when sciences, maths and even drama had. It didn’t matter now, though, and it hadn’t been all bad, after all, he’d managed to finish school, and even did it a semester earlier than most.

Denny laughed. His mother was definitely one of a kind. She always had one of those little digital cameras on hand to freeze memories for a lifetime. The woman had boxes upon boxes of loose prints on top of albums, scrapbooks- her latest hobby, and the frames scattered all over the house. “She would be more than happy to help you. I wouldn’t put it past her to even offer a few suggestions,” he said, happily. He could joke about it because he knew his mother well enough to know how true his words were. She would jump on that train as quickly as she could; anything to embarrass her children. Den had lost count of all the things she’d done in his young life that had brought colour to his face.

Denny couldn’t imagine finally getting to visit a city outside of North America and falling ill shortly after getting there. Knowing him, he’d be stubborn about being ill until the last possible minute, and then crawl under the sheets to feel like he was dying. “Disney solves everything,” he said. He’d lost count how many times he’d walked into a room and there was a Disney Princess movie or a Disney Adventure movie playing on the screen. His older patients, for the most part, had grown out of Disney, but the younger ones, they still believed in it all. And whenever he got the chance, Den went to the Disney store and picked up some stuffed friends for those little ones. “My favourite would have to be Lion King, or Robin Hood,” he said, smiling.

Denny barely suppressed a laugh, managing to turn it into a slight cough. He smirked, but kept his mouth shut, thinking it would be more fun, if not better to let her think what she pleased. On the subject of siblings, Denver had his own horror stories. But none of them ever hit the same level as Lexi’s; that much he could promise. “Our family tends to be the only ones that can really cut us that deep. Sarah’s only gone that far once, thankfully. She’s too compassionate and felt terrible the second the words left her mouth,” he said, realizing then that it was probably the first time ever, he’d mentioned that little fight between the close siblings. He’d been trying to help her, but naturally, being the over protective big brother that he was, he’d gone just a little bit too far, and it had ended in her screaming about his father. The subject was still a sore when, even though the man had died when Denver had been just a toddler. He didn’t have any actual memories of the man, but enough stories and pictures to have his brain thinking he’d been there for it all.

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[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

There was something about being around the handsome and funny doctor that just seemed to make Lexi forget about the world around her. It was a good job she didn’t have anywhere specific to be, for she was sure she’d end up being late, if she turned up at all. Denver’s presence had a way of easing the worries around her and whilst this was only their second meeting, something just felt nice about being there. Plus, the card in her purse had been reminding her of him and his charming smile ever since the incident that pulled them together in the park. As much as Lexi wanted to forget about the embarrassment of it all, she did have to admit that she enjoyed their conversation, even if her head had been spinning for most of it. “I hope you do.”

[/color] She said with a nervous smile before biting her lip, trying to calm the jittery feeling welling up inside of her.

Lexi smiled softly, tucking her abusive hand back in her lap. “Just so long as you don’t try to steal it away from me, or bring thousands of your hospital friends here.”[/color] The charm of this place was often how quiet and peaceful it was, without the hordes of New Yorkers flooding it like it was another Planet Hollywood. She didn’t mind sharing it with Denver, not one bit, but she would be silently heartbroken if this place became another franchise and lost the air of authenticity it carried.
Chuckling softly, and refusing to believe he was hinting at her, Lexi went along with his little game, pausing a moment as though thinking deeply about his question. Her dark eyes flicked to meet his with a coquettish twinkle locked within them. “I’m sure the university could set you up with some young and pretty Italian major if you asked nicely and flashed them that dazzling smile of yours.”[/color] She suggested, smirking softly before letting out a quiet giggle. What was this doctor doing to her?

She laughed warmly at the idea of Denver not paying attention in history, but she had to slip in another moment for herself too. “Ah, well I’m glad I didn’t ask you to meet me at the museum then.”[/color] She joked, used to people not sharing her fascination for history. It was an outdated subject in many ways and it wasn’t like it opened many life changing careers these days. Lexi would never be doing something as amazing as Denver did, but she was happy with that and at least the doctor was polite enough to listen to her gush over her major without rolling his eyes or interrupting her. She wouldn’t bore him though; that was the last thing she wanted to do. “I never paid attention in biology, mainly because it made me feel sick most of the time.”[/color] She winced and shook her head. She was a “typical girl” in the sense that blood and gore made her feel faint. That, and whenever people touched her earlobes.

From the way Denver spoke about her, Lexi had a feeling that his mother was probably the kind of woman who would make everyone feel as much at ease as her charismatic son made Lexi feel. Her own mother could be friendly enough, but was never the kind who could just sit and casually chat without needing those pearl earrings and designer dress. She was a lovely woman, just from a different social circle that could sometimes be a little blind to the rest of the world around them. “My mom would probably frown upon me trying to blackmail you. ‘Alexandria, sweetheart, there are more ladylike ways to go about life than blackmail. Have you tried a smile?’ I’m exaggerating just a little, but that’s kind of what she’s like. A little too much to handle at times.”[/color] Lexi smiled and laughed softly. Her family was weird and wacky in their own way and whilst the rest of New York may perceive them as the socialites with money coming out of their ears, Lexi knew they were still ordinary, just in a slightly different way.

She nodded in agreement, her smile widening. “I think it always will.”[/color] She added, remembering the countless days she had when she just felt down in the dumps and classic Disney movies always managed to cheer her up. Even at twenty two they managed to warm her heart in a way that not much else could. They may have been idealistic, but Lexi was a dreamer at heart and a total romantic so she still believed in the power of those fairytales she had grown up with and that happy endings did exist. “To this day I still cry at Mufasa’s death.”[/color] She admitted bashfully in a whirlwind of words spoken so rapidly she wasn’t sure if he would catch them. “My favourite always changed, but I think Beauty and the Beast always brings me home after a rough day.”[/color] It was one of the most powerful Disney movies and in some ways, she could loosely relate to it.

Her smile faded as she remembered Chelsea’s words and listened to what Denver was saying. “Yeah, they can really go for the jugular if they want to.”[/color] she whispered quietly, her arm wrapping around her stomach as she tried to push back the memory. Chelsea had apologised and it was the first time any of her sisters had ever used her troubles against her like that, but it still hurt and it could’ve worked out horribly wrong and pushed her down a dark path if Lexi hadn’t had been so careful. “Well, if she has any of that compassion free, I know a few girls in need of it.”[/color] She joked lamely, trying to lighten her own mood which suddenly had a cloud hovering over it.
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