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Ch. 6 One Last Kiss... Right?

The whole being "happy" thing didn't last long though. At around nine pm, Dean walked me to the parking lot of the apartment complex and helped me into his car. Then I realized something as Dean got in his seat. "You had a car this whole time? Yet you didn't bring it so we could get away from the library faster?" I asked, Dean grinned. "Figured a little walk would be more fun." He answered, and I sighed, leaning my head against the window. Dean chuckled as he pulled out, rain started pouring and I watched the droplets hit the window.

"That's what's bothering you now?" He asked, I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, you need to be punished for being such an idiot." I complained, when I heard Dean's demented laugh, I instantly became wary. "Well I'd love any punishment from you." His tone was so syrupy and flirty. "Oh god, you're disgusting!" I complained. Dean laughed and I glanced at him. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the silent treatment, because that's what's happening. Right now." Then I stopped talking. Once I wouldn't talk to my brother for five days. I'm that good at not talking. His mouth closed, his eyes twinkled with amusement. "You remind me of a little five-year old who's upset with her parents for something." I rolled my eyes. He seemed to aimlessly drive around, until he asked.

"Do you want icecream?"

I looked over at him, he was staring back at me. Slowly; I nodded. He laughed, and I glared at him as he ordered at the nearest Dairy Queen. He handed me my icecream, and I took it with a glare of daggers. "Like I said, five year old." I commented and I ate my ice cream in silence. Looking out the window, slowly I put my half empty cup of ice cream in a cupholder. Five seconds later, Dean nearly gave me a heart attack. His hand whipped out, and he jabbed me in the ribs.

"Dean!" I screamed in surprise, jumping in my seat, and hitting my head on the roof of the car, before sinking back into my seat.

"Oops, my hand slipped."

"Like I said earlier, intolerable prick." I retorted, Dean smiled at me. "You aren't giving me the silent treatment anymore now are you?" He teased. I glared at him, "No, because if I do you'll just do the same thing again. Jerk." I answered begrudgingly. "You know me so well." He responded easily, and he started driving off. "Are we going back to the house?" I asked, eating the rest of my icecream. Dean nodded, and we lapsed into silence.

Soon we reached my house, and I got out of the car, ignoring my reluctance. Dean surprised me when he walked me up to my porch. "You should be safe now. You might want to take a long shower to get my scent off of you." He advised, I nodded, and we stared at each other for a few seconds, before he turned to walk off. I grabbed his wrist, surprising him. "Dean?" I called, he turned, "Yes?" He asked. If we were never to see each other again, I might as well, I thought to myself.

I got on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek softly, holding his hand lightly and mine. "Thanks." I whispered, when I went to step into my house, I gave him one last glance, his eyes were wide with surprise, and he was blushing. I smiled softly before stepping into my house and locking the door.

It was sad that we weren't going to be able to see each other again, but at least I'd left a lasting impression.