Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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Dawn made a quick handwavey trip into town for supplies, then set up a quesadilla bar. Conventional toppings like cheddar, swiss, monterey jack, eggs, spinach, peppers, onions, and mushrooms are there, as are less conventional toppings like peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, bananas, M&Ms, cottage cheese, apples, mandarin oranges, and pineapple.

There was also orange juice and packets of hot chocolate available (with mini-marshmallows, of course).

She began making herself a cottage cheese and mandarin orange quesadilla, humming happily. "I wonder if there's cinnamon..."


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"I know, but it's supposed to make you happy. If sex makes someone miserable, they're probably either doing it wrong, or doing it with the wrong person," Sam replied.

"If he's not pushing you at all? I don't know. Dean and I don't act at all similar when it comes to this sort of thing. I mean, I'm not pushing Buffy because I don't want to have sex with her. But I don't think the same is true about you where Dean is concerned," he admitted, wondering if that was going to get him yelled at again.

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"That...makes sense," Dawn said, begrudgingly. Then her eyes widened. "You don't want to have sex with Buffy? Why not? I thought that was what teenage guys did."

And now she was thinking that Dean didn't want to have sex with her, either.

[likethegun]

Sam was starting to feel like an anamoly when it came to being a teenage boy. "It's not that I don't want to have sex with Buffy at all, because yes, I am a teenage guy. This is going to sound so stupid," he said, sighing. "I like Buffy a lot. But I don't think I'm the kind of person who can have sex with someone just because I like them."

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"So, what would it take for you to want to have sex with someone?" Dawn asked, because this was really starting to get interesting now.

[likethegun]

"I don't know?" Sam said uncertainly, looking down at his food to try not to look so embarrassed. "It would have to be someone who I really cared about, and who hopefully shared the same feeling about me."

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"So...how would you know?" Dawn fiddled with the edge of her tortilla. "I mean, how would you know it was the right person, and that you were ready?"

[likethegun]

"Well, I figure once you've found the right person, that's all it takes to be ready," Sam replied, shrugging. "And I'm also following the assumption that feelings like that would be communicated, like, 'Gosh Dawn, I really care about you,' and 'Oh Sam, I care about you too.'"

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Dawn blushed and went over to the refrigerator for some juice. "Would you say that? I mean, it's kind of tough to say that to someone," she asked the inside of the fridge.

[likethegun]

"I don't see why I wouldn't. Although, it would suck to say something like that and have the other person not say anything back. So, I guess you have a point about how tough it can be."

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"I can't imagine someone not saying anything back to you, Sam. I don't think you need to worry." Yes, of course she said that right to the lettuce on the shelf. "Really, Sam."

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Sure, Sam had to lean over to hear her, but he could still tell what Dawn had said. "Thanks Dawn," he replied, grinning. "I don't think you'll need to worry either."

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She sighed and realized she couldn't spend the rest of the summer staring at lettuce. She stood up and closed the door, completely forgetting the juice. "I hope not. I'd hate to say something to...someone, and not have him say it back."

[likethegun]

Sam wasn't sure if Dean was the kind of guy who would admit his feelings to a girl, but now didn't seem like the right time to mention that to Dawn. "If he doesn't say it back, then he's an idiot."

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"Thanks," she fidgeted awkwardly, then picked up her quesadilla again. It had gone cold, but she didn't really notice. "Now you sound kind of like my mom. Which is a good thing."

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"I can honestly say that I've never gotten that compliment before," Sam replied, laughing.

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"Well, you know me," she smiled back a little sheepishly, "always suave and smooth."

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Sam smirked at her. "Yeah, that sounds like a pretty accurate description."

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"You're not a nice person," she smirked back.

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"Do you always assume that when people are trying to be nice and give you a compliment, that they're really being mean?"

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"...that was a compliment?" She asked, in a little voice.

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"Yes," Sam said simply. "I was trying to agree with what you said, even if you were being sarcastic."

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"I...oh." She traced the pattern of the floor with her toes. "Thank you, then."

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"You're welcome," Sam replied, taking note of how adorable Dawn looked. "So, at least we have one class together next session."

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"Yeah," she smiled, almost happy about that, "I'll be the one hiding under the desk."

[likethegun]

"We can hide together. We have a better chance of survival that way," Sam nodded.