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    From Scratch (Chapter 3)

    Story written on January 26, 2012 by Casual Watcher.
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    Distressing events lead Helena Peabody to L.A, where she meets a woman who makes her question her entire perception of herself. Helena/Dylan/Dylena.

    Seeing his boyfriend’s brow furrow a little, Peter nudged his leg under the table. When Andrew glanced around, he offered him his own look of confusion, nodding his head once as if to ask ‘what’s wrong?’ Andrew made an inconspicuous gesture towards his younger sister and friend, and Peter glanced their way curiously. Not understanding what Andrew was referring to, however, he turned back and asked quietly, “What about them?” 
    With a mock-exasperated roll of his eyes, Andrew said back, just as quietly, “Look how Dylan’s leaning forward…and smiling…” Peter turned to face the two women, though merely frowned and shrugged, causing Andrew to move closer to him and point out, “…her eyes haven’t left her face…just look at her…”
    “What are you getting at?” Peter asked, suddenly understanding where his lover was coming from.
    Giving his boyfriend an odd look, not sure how to feel about the situation, Andrew stated quietly, “I think she likes her…”
    “She’s just being friendly,” Peter replied with a smirk, knowing what the other man could be like when it came to guessing who his friends were currently having romantic feelings towards.
    “…no, I think she really likes her,” Andrew reinforced, nodding towards the two women as they continued their conversation, smiles upon both their faces as they shared a joke of some sort. Peter shook his head a little, though his boyfriend’s hand soon tapped his arm as they witnessed Dylan make a comment about one of Helena’s bracelets and, as Helena held her wrist up for the other woman to further inspect, allowed her fingers the indulgence of running across the silver charm hanging from it. Turning back to face Andrew, who’s eyebrows were raised in an ‘I told you so’ type expression, Peter smirked and said, quietly, “You’re good, I’ll give you that…” Andrew smirked, showing his pearly whites, and leant forward to capture the other man’s lips, eyes momentarily closing.
    When they broke apart, Andrew stated, “Right, I’m going to clear the plates away, is everyone done?” The table voiced their answers, a variety of ‘yes’s, and Andrew stood from his seat, gathering plates.
    “I’ll help you,” Dylan offered, standing from her seat and gathering her and Helena’s plates, along with the nearly empty pasta bowl. She followed Andrew into the kitchen, scraping away what was left on the plates and placing the cutlery in the sink. Once she was done, and – knowing the kitchen so well – had placed a cover over the bowl of pasta so that what was left could be saved and eaten later, she noticed her friend watching her curiously. “What?” She finally asked, letting out a breathy laugh at his expression. 
    Unsure whether or not to voice his question, Andrew merely shrugged, and Dylan frowned at him curiously, turning her back to run the hot water tap so that she could quickly wash her hands. Unable to hold it in, however, Andrew commented, “You and Helena seem to be getting along well.”
    Dylan nodded without facing him and agreed, “Yeah, we actually have quite a lot in common…she’s great.”
    Frowning slightly now, Andrew moved closer to his dark haired friend and quietly stated, “And straight.”
    Spinning around, Dylan blindly turned off the running water and shook her hands over the sink, frowning at her friend. “I know…” She said slowly, sounding unsure as to where he was going with his statement.
    Andrew raised his eyebrows and reiterated, “She’s definitely straight…so you can stop giving her the look…”
    “The look?” Dylan repeated with a smirk, “I’m not giving her any look.” However, Andrew didn’t seem too convinced by her words and merely bobbed his head, muttering out an ‘okay’, before returning outside. Left alone, now, Dylan released the breath she had been holding and moved to find a small tea-towel to dry her hands on. She took a few seconds to calm her clenching stomach and hurriedly returned back outside, though she found a fake smile was not needed to cover her absence, for as soon as she saw the beautiful Brit glance up at her from the table her lips began to rise as if on their own accord. 
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