𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘 ; clueless

chapter 𝐭𝐞𝐧.

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐝𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.

I was wrong about Elton. I was wrong about Christian. Now Tai hated me. And then there was Dean...It all boiled down to one inevitable conclusion - I was just totally clueless. Oh, and this Dean and Tai thing was wiggin' me more than anything. I mean, what was my problem? Tai is my pal. I don't begrudge her a boyfriend. 

I really- OOH!

You stopped your internal monologue as you passed Chanel, spotting a gorgeous pair of black pumps.

I wonder if they have that in my size!

Walking through the neighborhood, you kicked a rock, your fingers loosely holding the Chanel bag.

What does she want with Dean anyway? He dresses funny. He listens to complaint rock. He's not even cute...in a conventional way.

I mean, sure, he had pretty hazel eyes that seemed to brighten more when he smiled that dazzling grin. And his cheeky and charming attitude always left me with a fuzzy feeling in my chest...

He's just, like, this slug who hangs around at his house and finds ways to badger me. Ugh, and he's a hideous dancer. Couldn't take him anywhere. 

Wait a second. What am I stressing about? This is Dean. My best friend's older brother whom I've hated for more than four years. 

A memory flashed through your head of when he picked you up from the curb after the Elton situation. You remembered the way you seemed to perfectly fit in his arms. Almost like a puzzle piece.

Okay, okay, so he's kind of a Baldwin. 

You walked towards Cher's house, as you had gotten a call from her questioning where you were, and how you had abruptly left. Boy, would she be angry when she knew you were out shopping without her.

What would he want with Tai? She couldn't make him happy. Dean needs someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes because he makes the best ones. 

Then suddenly...

You stopped, and the fountain behind you, in the garden, sprouted with water, an array of colored lights going off. "Oh, my God," you gasped. "I love Dean."

I am majorly, totally, crazy in love with Dean.