Dinner ended not too long after and April enjoyed her food as she watched Rachel and Lucy sit opposite her with two very gloomy faces. She ignored them and chatted every now and then with her father.

After dinner, Tom and Martin walked April to the front door. She wouldn't stay here if she didn't have to.

"Good night father, good night Tom. I'll call in again to see you both." April smiled and walked out she didn't even spare Lucy or Rachel a glance.

April got into her car and turned to look at the back seat of her car. Her mother's paintings would be safe with her now, she would place them back in the family home one day when Rachel and Lucy no longer lived there.

April started the car smiling and waving at her father and Tom as she drove away. She felt her heart was lighter and she was slowly making things right.

After a short drive, she drove into Cerulean Condominium and parked her car. She put her keys in her bag and put her bag over her shoulder before getting out of the car. She opened the backseat of her car and took each painting out.

Tom had safely wrapped each painting in bubble wrap so they would be protected. April took three out, they were the smaller ones out of the ten. She then leaned her back against the car door to close it.

With the three paintings, she got to the lift and just as she was wondering how she would press the button she saw masculine long fingers press the button for her.

She looked up and saw Dean his lips curled up in a blinding smile. His onyx black eyes shone like little galaxies.

"Let me help you." Dean was straight to the point and lifted the paintings straight out of her hands.

"I got it, it's okay." April went to take back the paintings but Dean held them up and out of her reach.

"Let me help you." Dean smiled down at her, he liked this part of her personality. She was strong and independent but he wanted her to let go and let him help her.

April smiled and walked to her car again leaving Dean wondering what she was doing. He watched as her ebony wavy hair that cascaded down her back swung in the air as she walked to her car, he wanted to feel it through his fingers. He held the paintings in his hands tighter.

April opened up the back passenger door and took out more of the paintings. These were much larger and awkward for her to carry. But she took two in her arms.

Dean watched as April lifted two huge paintings her small frame disappeared behind the paintings. He laughed as he looked down and all he saw was her ankles and heels as she started to walk his way. Rolling his eyes he approached her.

Dean lifted the paintings out of Aprils hands and she was lost for words. These were large, heavy canvases and he lifted them like they were nothing, all with a silly smile on his face.

"You get the lift and the doors I'll carry them," Dean answered and headed for the lift leaving no room for discussion.

April tilted her head at Dean as he walked on ahead, sighing she followed. When she got to the lift she hit the button and noticed his strong arms and elegant fingers as he held the painting like it weighed nothing.

Bing

The lift arrived and April held the doors and let Dean in first then she got inside. She pressed their floors button and smiled back at Dean, "Thank you, you didn't have to help.."

Before she could finish Dean interrupted her, "Dont be silly we are friends and neighbours. We are supposed to look out for each other."

"Friends?" April pondered and didn't notice that Deans face immediately fell. She was thinking of their past life when she took him back to her small apartment and patched him up. She was about to speak when he cut her off again.

"Yes friends, we have eaten together twice now. You even cooked for me twice, the other was a meal I treated you to. We live next door to each other and your friends with my friends that makes us good friends." Dean rambled on as much as he could think of to make her agree they were at least friends.

April nodded, "Okay then friends." Then she remembered, "Next Saturday do you have plans?"

Bing

"You want to do something with me? I have no plans...zero." He beamed at her.

The lift door opened and April got out nodding to herself. Dean followed and if his friends were there they probably could make out a tail wagging as he followed behind her towards her apartment.

April got out her keys and opened her door.

"Where do you want these?" Dean asked.

"Over here in the art room." April lead the way and opened her door and Dean went in and set the canvases down as he saw where April indicated for him to set them.

Once he set them down he smiled down at April, "Was there more?"

"Yes, they are a bit bulky though." April felt bad for troubling Dean to this extent.

"No problem for me, give me your car keys and I will be back in no time," Dean replied quickly. He wanted to help her as much as he could.

April gave him her keys and walked behind him as she leads him out the door, before closing the

door Dean stood in front of her making her tilt her head in confusion.

"Dinner," Dean said it as a statement leaving April more confused.

"Huh?" She had a case of Deja Vu, didn't he once say this at breakfast time?

"Im hungry." Dean smiled down, he knew he was trying his luck but he had too or they would never make progress.

"Sure ill make us something it's the least I could do." Even though she had wanted to chase him, she did owe him for helping her out.