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    From Scratch (Chapter 5)

    Rolling her eyes, Helena stated, “Trust me, Andrew has ‘tainted’ enough straight guys in his lifetime to not take it upon himself to entertain us with his ‘over protective big brother’ role.” Dylan grinned back at her and the two fell into a comfortable silence, shifting slightly into more relaxed positions upon the sofa. After a short while, Helena asked, “How long do you have?”
    Dylan shrugged out a quiet, “All night.” 
    “Well, we might as well make a night of it. There’s got to be a film on one of these channels,” Helena handed the remote to Dylan, “I’m going to see if there’s a bottle of wine in.” Her brother and Peter weren’t heavy drinkers, but she hoped she might be able to steal a bottle of something delicious and repay them later. 
    As Helena sauntered into the kitchen to conduct her search, Dylan flicked aimlessly through the channels. She remembered discussing films with Helena, their favourites, their least favourites, but Dylan was still unsure as to what the British beauty would prefer to watch. She finally settled on a program that was soon to go off, hoping that Helena was a fan of ‘Fight Club’ that came on next. 
    Helena returned a short while later empty handed and dejected, stating, “It seems we’re all out of wine.” Dylan shrugged and offered her a little ‘it doesn’t matter’, before asking if she had heard of the film that was about to come on. “Hm…yeah, I think I‘ve seen it. Brad Pitt, right?”
    Dylan nodded, smirking at the almost lascivious expression upon Helena’s face, and replied, “And Helena Bonham Carter,” with an exaggerated shuffle of her eyebrows. They tumbled into easy laughter and waited, aided with small-talk, for the film to finally start. 
    A noise from above reminded Helena of her promise to her children and she glanced at the clock. It was almost ten ‘o’ clock and so she explained to Dylan that she would just put the children to bed properly. Dylan watched her go, waiting alone for the film, quietly pondering how she had got herself into such a situation as she might have laughed upon only a couple weeks earlier. 
    One bedtime story and two night-time snuggles later, Helena returned downstairs and an easy conversation picked up between her and Dylan as they waited for ‘Fight Club’ to begin.

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