We Don't Fight Fair

After leaping up the stairs, I snatched my cell phone and copied Dean's number from the slip of paper he gave me to my contacts list.

I bit my nail as I waited for him to pick up. The robotic ringing on the other end stopped abruptly on the third ring. "Hello?" A gruff voice answered. "Uh yeah hi is this Dean? Uh, Dean Reiss?" "Yup, this is he." "Oh cool this is Gerard. Ya know, the guy you pulled over today?" I felt my face heat up at the memory.

"Oh Gerard, how are you? Are you okay?" "yeah, I'm fine, thanks, I just have no one to talk to and I really need some help." I admitted. God, I hated asking for help. I sounded so vulnerable and helpless, like I was so dependent on others, which I knew I wasn't. "Oh, ok," he sighed in relief. "Well I'm at the Starbucks up in town. Off duty, of course. If you would be interested in joining me?" I was flattered that he offered meeting with me instead of just talking over the phone. "I'll be right there," I said. "Oh- wait!" I caught him right before we hung up. "Thank you." I said, genuinely feeling gratitude. "No problem, kiddo." I heard him smile through the phone before hanging up.

Ok, now for the hard part. Getting past Mikey. I decided to figure it out while I changed. I pulled on a Slipknot long-sleeved shirt and dark wash denim jeans. I patted my hopelessly untidy hair, attempting to tame it. I then swept on a heavy coat of eyeliner. Dean seemed accepting, so I figured I could wear what I wanted.

I peeked my head out of the doorway to see if I could make a clear escape to the door without running into an unsuspecting Mikey. As I made the decision to march right out the door like I owned the place, (because I pretty much did) I caught one last glimpse at myself in the mirror. Mouthing "DAMN" at myself and and cat calling quietly, I had given myself the confidence to go.

Having my eyes glued to my phone the whole way downstairs was an easy feat. I was texting Dean, of course, my lovely friend was sending me words of reassurance, carefully easing me from my broken shell.

I bit my lip after reading a particularly uplifting text, rereading it in my head.

Dean: Hey i've seen you with tears rushing down your face, eyeliner smudged, and clothes damp and you smelled like a barn. But I still thought you were the highlight of my week.
So far. I can't wait till you get here, maybe the time we'll have a time that'll top that ;)

Of course I didn't believe him, but it still was enough to give me a mild case of the butterflies. I, yet again, glanced at my self in the hallway mirror. My God I could be vain when I looked good, but I felt I deserved it. My face was still pink. Was that a suggestive wink? I dropped my phone in realization. I gaped at what he had thought about. I leant down to pick it up to find that I wasn't alone. A tattooed hand swiped it from the ground before bringing it up to it's owner's face.

Frank extended his arm out to me. I glared at him coldy as he smirked at me back. Why was that fucker so smug? Why was he even here? Wait. That's right. Mikey was his boyfriend. Not me. I froze up as I replayed the same scene that I had millions of times before in the last hour and a half.

I could feel that Frank was also reliving our last encounter. "Leaving so soon, Gee?" He inquired, like the nosy bitch he was. "Yes." I answered. Short and sweet. There was nothing wrong with my answer. But I wasn't taking this midget's bullshit anymore. I shoved past him towards the front door. In the reflection the glass on the door provided allowed me to see that Mikey had shown up. Not just shown up, but had disregarded me completely by shoving his tounge down Frank's throat. My eyes stung with jealous tears again. Just before I left, I saw Frank take one last look my face before I slammed it, forcing us to break eye contact.

I still loved him.

Once I had parked my car at the parking space farthest from the Starbucks entry, I trudged my way through the crazy wind and under the eerie glow of the streetlamps. Pushing open the door with minimum strength, I was greeted by a warm scent. I saw Dean, who waved wildly and getting up to meet me half way. I ended up collapsing In his arms, and having him practically carry me to his booth at the end of the store. We both sat in the same row, so my legs were strewn over his and he was stroking my hair, letting me cry into his chest like a child. And that's exactly how I felt. Like a child.

I broke. I told him everything that had happened, beginning to end, and he listened and kissed the top of my head every so often. It wasn't like what was happening was illegal. I was a senior in highschool, sure, but I was still 18.

"Well if it was my choice, I would've gotten my ass over to your house so fast... " he trailed off, making me giggle like a 12 year old girl. "Thank you so much, for everything. " I muttered to him. As much as I was still in debt to him, I was still almost in tears at the mention of Frank's name.

Dean really did look a lot like him. Dean was smiling softlyand laughing quietly. I swear, this guy was almost perfect. The way he showed affection was one of the cutest things I had ever seen. He was so gentle and understanding, it felt wrong not to lean in and kiss him.

He sat there shocked for a minute. I was terrified that this would be a repeat of that night in the tree house

But I forgot. I was kissing Dean. It started out sweet and innocent; a kiss of gratitude. But then it stared to heat up. I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair, and ran the other hand down his back, holding him as close to me as possible.

I was the first to pull away


He licked his lips, dark green eyes shining with lust. "You wanna go to mine?" He asked in a hoarse voice. I nodded absently, my mind still intoxicated. Fuck knows what this night would bring. Hopefully I could enjoy myself. Even if it was just for a night. Hopefully I would forget about Mikey and off Frank and my workaholic mother who never bothered to come home.

Only one way to find out.

Notes

HEY GUYS! Two updates in one day cause I love you all so much. So I'm still kind of drawn between smut or otherwise. So tell me what you guys would enjoy more! So as always, thanks for reading, and I love hearing from you

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-Erinosaur <3