Dean: *wakes up* Where the hell am I? *sits up and looks around* Roman? Roman.
Dean: *reaches over and falls off the bed*
Kim: *wakes up quick*
Kim: Oh, you're up.
Dean: Why am I in your room?
Kim: You kind of passed out in front of my door? I was not gonna get in trouble for something I didn't do.
Dean: How did I end up over here?
Kim: You tell me.
Dean: What time is it?
Kim: I don't know. *looks at her phone* It's 8:30.
Dean: Shit, I got to get to class.
Kim: Yeah you do and to your dorm.
Dean: Look, I'm very sorry about last night Kim.
Kim: Yeah, you should be.
Dean: Alright, see you tomorrow. *leaves*
Kim: Yeah, bye.
Dean: *walks off*
Security: *looks at dean*
Dean: *trying to not make it awkward* Morning. *walks off fast to his dorm*
Kim: *gets ready*
Maryse: *knocks on kims door*
Kim: *irritated* What now? *opens the door* Oh hi Maryse, come in.
Maryse: Were you drinking?
Maryse: You know that's illegal in here right?
Kim: I wasn't drinking. *sits down and puts on her make up*
Maryse: Let's go shopping.
Kim: I have class Maryse.
Maryse: Don't worry, it's just one day.
Kim: *sighs* Fine, where we going?
Maryse: The mall.
Kim: The mall?
Maryse: I want to find a dress for tomorrow.
Kim: Just wear what you have in your closet, I don't need anything fancy.
Maryse: You're gonna be fancy Kim.
Maryse: Ok, hurry up, let's go.
Kim: Ok. *cont. getting ready* Alright, let's go.
Maryse: *shopping with kim and spends about $2,000)
Kim: Girl you are shopping like crazy.
Maryse: What are you buying?
Kim: I don't know maybe just a dress and a pair of heels, nothing else.
Maryse: Alright, I'm done shopping.
Kim: Ok, me too. *pays*
Worker: Total is $735.
Kim: *pays and leaves*
(The Next Day)
Maryse: Can I fix your hair?
Kim: If you want? I was just gonna have it down.
Maryse: I want to curl it.
Kim: That's fine.
Kelly: Can I do your make up?
Kim: No, I'm not even cool with you right now Kelly.
Kelly: I'm sorry ok.
Kim: Oh are you?
Nikki: What's going on?
Brie: You look pretty.
Kelly: I told Dean that Kim had a crush on him and she got mad at me for it.
Nikki: I would be too if I wasn't with John and you told him I liked him.
Kelly: I apologized.
Kim: It's ok, all blonde's make a mistake!
Kelly: *gets offended* You're lucky it's your birthday only.
Kim: Yep. *annoyed*
Eve: *fixes kims make up*
(Later That Night)
Dean: *rings the doorbell*
Maryse: *opens the door* Come in. *smiles*
Dean: *walks in with roman*
Kim: *sitting at the table*
Dean: *sees kim and walks up to her* Hey.
Kim: Oh, hey Dean. *smiles*
Dean: Happy birthday.
Kim: *smiles* Aw, thanks Dean, you are such the sweetest thing ever.
Dean: *chuckles* Do I get a hug?
Kim: Do you? Don't I? It's my birthday.
Dean: Stand up.
Kim: I can't.
Brie: Her feet hurts, she didn't get to break into the heels in time.
Dean: *looks down*
Kim: Don't look at them.
Dean: You got nice legs. *chuckles*
Dean: *pulls kim up and hugs her* There, happy birthday.
Kim: *smiles* Thank you.
Brie: Here, sit here with her and talk.
Dean: So, enjoying your day so far? *pours a shot for him* Want one?
Kim: No, I already had a few.
Dean: Can't even take one with me?
Dean: *smiles and pours one for kim* Here, to your 18th birthday.
Kim: Cheers. *smiles and takes the shot with dean*
Dean: *smiles* Another round?
Kim: *disgusted* No, I'm good. I'm not even allowed to drink.
Dean: Why? Wait til you're 21?
Kim: No, just a thing my father and I don't do.
Dean: Is he here?
Kim: No, he's home in the UK. *smiles and leans against her arm staring at dean*
Dean: I might want to kiss you if you keep looking at me like that.
Kim: *moves her hand* Oh, I didn't mean that.
Dean: So? Who were you thinking about that night?
Kim: Well I had no choice because you were in my room, so I basically worried about you.
Dean: Ok, what about last night?
Kim: No one really, I was more excited for my birthday.
Dean: I bought you a present.
Kim: Really? Did you bring it?
Dean: Yeah it's me. *laughs*
Dean: What? *cont. laughing*
Kim: Funny. *gets up*
Dean: *grabs onto kims hand* I'm kidding, I'll have to drive you there or we can go tomorrow too.
Kim: What is it that big?
Dean: Can you handle it?
Kim: I'm not having sex with you.
Dean: Wasn't asking you to.
Maryse: *walks to kim and sees dean holding her hand* Oh?
Kim: Maryse? *moves her hand from dean* I was just gonna go upstairs to use the restroom. *walks off*
Dean: I'm gonna go hang out with Roman. *walks off*
Maryse: *confuse* Ok? *goes back to the party*
Kim: *sits on the bed and changes her shoes* These heels are killing me.
Eve: Oh, there you are, everyone's looking for you.
Kim: Oh, I had to change shoes.
Eve: Here, wear mine, I'll wear yours.
Kim: Are you sure?
Eve: Yeah, mine will probably fit you better.
Kim: Thanks love. *puts on eve's heel* Oh, they are more comfortable.
Eve: Yeah, and yours are kinda tight, but it's ok.
Eve: *laughs* I'll just wear one of Maryse's. *opens maryse's closet*
Kim: Wow. I always wanted a walk in closet with a shoe rack that spins like that.
Eve: Yeah? Well it's a house you're gonna have to get.
Kim: I know, but I don't have the money.
Harry: *calls kim*
Kim: Oh, Harry's calling. *picks up her phone* Hello?
Harry: *smiles* Hey, happy birthday my love.
Kim: *smiles* Thanks babe. What are you doing?
Harry: Wishing I was there! *chuckles*
Kim: Aw, me too.
Harry: Are you having fun?
Kim: Yeah, I am. *smiles* Lots of fun.
Eve: I'll go tell them you'll be down in a bit.
Kim: Ok. *smiles*
Harry: Who was that?
Kim: Um, I have to greet a few people; I'll call you later ok?
Harry: Ok, I love you.
Kim: Love you too. *hangs up*
Brie: Dean and Roman left; he wanted me to tell you.
Kim: Oh? How come he didn't tell me?
Brie: I don't know, but he said he had to finish something.
Kim: Oh ok. *walks off*
(The Next Day)
Dean: *knocks on kims door*
Kim: Who is it?
Dean: Who do you think?
Kim: *opens the door* Why are you here so early?
Dean: It's not early, it's about to be 3.
Kim: What? No way!
Dean: Yeah, um, want me to come back? Maybe in 30 minutes, will you be ready then?
Kim: Where we going?
Dean: To see your gift I got you.
Kim: Oh? Yeah, I'll be ready by then.
Dean: Great, see you in 30 minutes. *walks off*
Kim: Why don't you just call me?
Dean: I can't.
Dean: Don't have your number. *smiles*
Kim: Give me your phone.
Kim: *puts in her number* There.
Dean: *looks at his phone* Crush? *chuckles*
Kim: *smiles* See you in 30 minutes. *closes her door*