The last two months had been rather busy and hectic for Dean. He had gotten a nice new job that he enjoyed, he had moved into a flat with his best mate, Tony, and finally had an excuse to visit sexy neighbour from downstairs, Carla.
Dean had been skeptical about asking her out, as he thought she was way out of his league. He was somewhat nerdy, enjoying video games like Skyrim, Mariokart, Super Smash Bros; had a full suit of working Iron Man armour that had taken him two years to make; and was into Star Wars and Doctor Who; and was a member of the local archery club.
Carla, on the other hand was about the same height as Dean, and was sexy as hell! She had piercing green eyes, long blonde hair flowing down her back, a smile that could kill from 50 feet, a curvaeous hourglass figure, gorgeous slender legs and magnificent breasts. Although they were seldom on display, their size was noticeable enough under the suit and blouse she wore to work.
Dean had been attracted to her for a good long while, and managed to synchronise his work shifts so that he could return home at the same time as her, smiling at her when they met at the path, though words were seldom exchanged.
She had broken up with her boyfriend, of just over a year, about a month ago, though the reason had been unknown, but Carla took a couple of sick days from work, and seemed to have eaten through about 3 litres of Haagen-Daas in that time.
Unwilling to approach her, Dean maintained his distance for a while, and noticed she was considerably less cheery when they met in the street, and still smiled and greeted her, in an attempt to raise her spirits. She occassionally smiled back, though was still getting over it.
Dean eventually had reason to go down and talk to her, as when he returned home at the usual time of half past 5, he found Tony waiting for him, holding a small parcel in his hand.
"This got delivered today," Tony said, holding up the package for him to see, "It's for Carla. Got delivered here by mistake. Here," Grinning, he threw the package to Dean, who caught it, "This should give you an excuse to talk to her,"
"Hey wait what? Why can't you do it?"
"Aikido, mate," Tony picked up his sports bag and headed to the door, "Besides, you've been after her for a while now. Go get her before someone else does!"
And before Dean could respond, the door had clicked shut and Tony was gone. Ah damn it! Dean checked the package over, noticing the shipping label was from some company in China. There was a Post Office card taped to it saying it was dropped off here because the recipient was not home at time of delivery.
After hurriedly getting changed and psyching himself up by giving himself a pep talk, Dean went out the door, and scampered down the short flight of stone steps that led from his front door to the pathway at the side of the house. He took several deep breaths as he turned around, and circled around the steps to Carla's front door.
He rang the bell, and sighed. The door opened, and Carla answered, wearing a rather loose baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts, her hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Hi, Dean, what's up?" Carla asked. She didn't seem in the best of moods.
"Hey, umm...I...we had a package delivered that was for you, but you were out, so we got it instead, because Tony was in and...you weren't..." Dean stumbled over his words a bit.
"Okay," Carla bit her lip and nodded, "So, can I have it?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Dean replied, nodding.
Carla was looking at Dean rather weirdly, pursing her lips as she waited. "So...where is it?"
Ah fuck!
"Oh...um...crap, I've left it upstairs. I'll just...go and get it..." Dean ran back upstairs to get the package. He felt like he'd totally fucked up here...Where did he put it?!
After a few minutes of frantic searching, Dean realised he'd left it on the shelf by the door. Grabbing it, he ran back downstairs and presented it to Carla.
"I'm so sorry about that," Dean panted as he tried to get his breath back. Carla was simply giggling at the whole situation.
"Thanks," she said, taking the package from him, a smile beaming across her face.
"No problem," Dean smiled back, "Sorry about that, I don't know how I managed to forget it. I feel like a right tool,"
"Don't worry about it, you're sweet," Carla's mood seemed to have improved, "Listen, my roommate's going out for the evening. Want to come down for a drink later?"
"Sure, why not?" Dean was estatic, but didn't want to let it show. "When d'you want me over?"
"Well, Dani's going out at about half six, so about quarter to seven?"
"Sure, I'll see you then," Dean smiled, putting his hands into his pockets, secretly nursing his semi through the lining.
"Thanks again for bringing the package down. I appreciate it,"
The pair exchanged goodbyes, before Dean boundered back upstairs to get something to eat before his rendezvous with Carla in half an hour, which didn't seem to elapse quickly enough!
As quarter to seven approached, Dean was pacing the hallway and lounge, glancing at the clock like a puppy fully expecting to be fed or walked or taken to the beach when the sticks were at a certain angle.
Dean couldn't believe his luck! He was excited and yet terrified at the same time. His hands were shaking nervously, almost dropping his keys when trying to lock the door.
"Be calm, Dean, don't let it show," he told himself as he descended the steps and entered Carla's flat, shutting the door behind him. He took off his shoes at the door, stepping on the heels and slipping his foor out each time, and called out that he was back.
Carla replied, telling him she was in the kitchen. Dean went through and she offered him a selection of drinks, Dean opting for a cider, while Carla selected some red wine. She opened a bag of tortilla chips and got a jar of sour cream dip and a jar of salsa dip from the cupboard, and joined Dean on the couch, turning the TV on for a bit of background noise.
