One of the Boys

Dean's POV

Thought you guys deserve extra! And thought it would be fun to write!

Enjoy xx

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My dad has been going on about this Carl kid ever since I could remember. I promised myself when I meet this guy I was going to punch him and his perfect self. My dad practically worshipped the land he walked on. Yes I was jealous, so what? You should hear my dad before you say anything.

When my dad told me me Carl was going to be working with us starting today I needed to cool off. I ditched school and decided to get carried away in a car but when that didn't work I went for a ride. I was going to be late to work but so what, perfect little Carl can deal with it right? No, hell no, he wasn't touching my cars. I raced back to the garage to find his jeans and sneakers peaking out from under the car. I grabbed his legs and yanked him out. For a guy he shrieked loudly.

"What the fuck man!" yelled an angry chick. What the fuck? Where's Carl and what the hell is this girl doing in my shop under my car?

"What the fuck yourself! What are you doing to that car?" I yelled.

"I work here, what's your problem?" she scowled.

"You what? Wait, you're Carl?" I asked.

"Yeah? Caroline... Carl... the men at the station thought it fit, how do you know Uncle Phil?" she asked.

Caroline...

"He's my father," I answered. My dad talked about Carl all the time, from the look of her face she had no clue who I was. Glad to know my father wasn't embarrassed to tell people about me.

"You're the D?" she asked.

"What the hell?"

"Your dad calls you D, not D as in dick well actually you sort of are one-"

"I get it, stop. You sure you are Carl?" this girl is crazy. Does she know who she's talking to? She can't be Carl.

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Yes one."

"What's that?"

"You're a girl."

"And?"

"You can't work this type of thing."

"Sexist asshole, I can probably do a better job then you ever can," she shouted.

"How the fuck are you Carl!" I pulled my hair. "Carl was suppose to be this awesome guy who can throw a football and belch the alphabets and can build an engine with his eyes closed!"

"That's me you fucktard, now let me go back to my job," she growled. She had balls insulting me like that. She was probably going to do more damage to her nails then to the car. Princess needs to leave.

"Oh hey kids, I see you've already met!" my dad walked in with two boxes of pizza. "Who's hungry?"

"Yes food!" she groaned. Whoa princess eats more than a salad?

"D, you've got to watch this kid eat," my dad beamed, here we go again. And why is he calling her a kid instead of girl, sure confuses the hell out of people.

"Say girl, not kid."

"Girl, kid, Carl what do you want me to call you?"

"Anything you want boss," she winked taking a large bite of pizza, moaning into the bite, "this is so good."

She was sort of hot. She didn't wear makeup like other girls but something about her face made heads turn. Her hair was nice I'll giver her that, but she had it tied in a ponytail and covered with a baseball cap. She hid her figure with baggy clothes but I could tell she had the right curves. Great the last thing I needed was a distraction at work. Maybe I can scare her off.

"That's the first feminine thing you've done all day, care to let me hear it again?" I said loud enough so only she could hear.

"I'd rather hear you," she said seductively. Whoa Carl wasn't such an angel after all. She placed her hands on my shoulder, of course she was just like all the other girls. Let's get this over with. HOLY MOTHER FUCKER THAT HURT! I groaned as her knee connected with my lower area. What the hell is wrong with her!! This witch burst into laughter, holding her stomach and wiping those damn tears. Definitely not like other girls.

"D, what happened?" my dad asked. Just fucking great.

"Uncle Phil, your son is an idiot! He literally walked into... the thing!" she said. Well now I know she's not perfect, she can't lie for her life.

"He really is an idiot isn't he. D, watch where you're going next time and avoid the um thing," jeez dad, thanks for having my back.

"I think you better watch your back Cindy," I warned when my dad left to his office.

"Whatever you say Little D," she said pointing down bellow. The nerve on this girl. She had no right to accuse of what she didn't know! Fuck I'm sounding like a pussy. Maybe I should check if my dick is still there.

"It's Dean."

"It's Caroline."

"Whatever Cynthia," I snatched the other pizza box and went to the other end up the garage. My dad could deal with whatever mess she makes out of that car. This girl was trouble.