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For some very strange reason, I just can't stop this fanfiction writing spree! I just wrote the 1st chapter to what I hope, will be a longer Dead Like Me story. I HOPE.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Like Me....

Season 2 spoilers! Read. At. Own. Risk.

Here it is....

They love each other.

I know.

He told her he loved her but, I think, that was only because he thought it was his last day. She didn't believe him anyway.

He was drinking she told herself over and over.

I don't think even he believed him.

I watch them sometimes. The hidden glances and the funny faces. He kicks her feet beneath the table and she kicks back. A secret game of Footsie.

It's better then any movie I've ever seen, or stared in.

He used to make moves on me all the time. Every pick-up line in the book.

I declined every offer because I saw the broken look behind her rolling eyes. Each advance breaks her heart.

Lately, I think he's starting to figure it out it was just lust.

Lust, desperation even anger, they're all great starts for a romance. But, I think the both of them don't realize, that they have the most wonderful foundation of all, love.

He wanted me because I'm beautiful.

She's pretty too but, that's not just why he wants her. He wants her cause she's....she's Georgia. Herself. All of her.

She loves him too.

I know he kissed her. I head her in her sleep one time, asking him why. And to do it again.

She's never been the same.

They love each other.

And true love doesn't make sense.

It's like running into a fire. And they both need more faith.

"Mason!" Said a frustrated George, kicking his feet under the booth. "Your invading my personal bubble! Move over a bit!"

"Invading your what?" He asked , confused.

"You know, my personal bubble?" She looked at his blank faced and sighed. "Personal space, whatever!"

"Fine." He slide over a little. "Now the wall is "invading" my personal...thing. I hope your bloody happy."

"Very." She flashed him a sarcastic smile with a sugar sweet voice.

They can't possibly not know how obvious they are!

"Glad too see you're in such a wonderful mood this morning , Peanut." said fearless leader Rube, "George, Daisy, Roxy and you, Fuck-up." He said, slapping a post-it on the table in front of each of them. Mason gave him the evil eye when Rube used his not-so-flattering nick-name.

"About fucking time, Rube." Roxy said in her usualdon't-mess-with-me way as she got up to leave. "I'm gonna be late."

"I'll see your precious little faces later." Rube told The Team, "We meet for lunch. Don't be late." He yelled his warning over to the table as he left the Waffle House.

George gazed over Mason's shoulder at his post-it.

"That's just two blocks away from mine. I'll give you a ride."

"Thanks, Georgie." He smiled. "Wasn't sure how I was gonna get there."

Honestly, I don't know what he'd do without her.

"Be right back." She declared while getting up from her seat. "Just got to use the "facilities"."

It was just me and Mason at the table and I must have looked out of it, because he waved his hand in front of my face.

"What the fuck is your problem today, Daisy?" Mason asked while still waving his hand.

"...I know..."

"Huh?He stared at her. "Know what, exactly?"

Did I just say that out loud?

Well, I guess I could...

"You ready to go, or not?" George was back.

"Yeah um, sure, Toilet Seat." Mason replied standing up. He gave Daisy one last weird look before heading to the exit.

"I thought you were over the toilet seat thing!" Mumbled a clearly annoyed George.

"Never." Masonpulled a face at herwhile holding open the door for George.

I'll tell him later.

Please tell me what you think AND how I can improve!