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Ch. 20 Make Up Remover.

Sandra's P.O.V.

Mom was coming home, and I waited for her on the porch. Dean was sitting next to me, we sat on the porch swing. He pushed it lightly with his feet, his arm was draped over my shoulders. "You sure you want me to meet her? Doesn't she think you slept with me?" He asked, now I didn't have to guess about his uneasiness and scared attitude towards my mother. Shrugging, I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it out of my face, "She thinks I sleep with every guy that breathes. So I don't think it matters. Besides if you are going to be my boyfriend then this has got to happen sometime, the sooner the better." I responded, he reached over and laced his fingers through mine. No matter how many times he did little gestures of attraction it always made my heart flutter.

And no matter how many times my heart picked up, Dean always gave me that look. "You really are a cute little kitten." He teased, I rolled my eyes, but it was no use. Now he could tell when I was bluffing about being pissed off, which was all the time around him. "Kittens are always cuter than puppies." I retorted, kicking, making us swing higher. "I beg to differ, puppies are by far more adorable than kittens." Dean said, I turned to him and inspected him, "The one I'm seeing isn't." He faked flinching, "Oh, ouch. Shots fired." I just grinned.

Dean paused, "I hear her car pulling up, should we stand up and look as stiff as possible?" He asked, I shrugged, "Don't know, never actually brought a boyfriend home before, what do you think?" I asked in response, Dean rolled his eyes. "We should stand up, or else it'll look too casual, god, do I have to teach you everything?" He taunted as we stood up. Annoyance prickled through me, "You showed me how to work a calculus problem one time and I never hear the end of it!" I exclaimed in exasperation, Dean just grinned. He annoyed me so his goal was achieved. Then he paused, "Wait you've never brought a boyfriend home, but you have had a boyfriend before?" He asked, I nodded slowly.

"So... what were you doing if you didn't bring them to your house." His voice held every implication I hated. "Dean!" I shouted, smacking him hard in the shoulder, "Ouch!" He whined, rubbing his shoulder, but he still had that stupid grin. "Just wondering." He mumbled just as mom pulled up. Right when she laid eyes on him she had a suspicious look in her eye. "Don't think she likes me." He added under his breath. "If I had a daughter that behaved the way I do, I wouldn't like you either." I responded as she stepped out her car. My mom wasn't one of those old, frumpy ladies.

She had her naturally bleach blonde hair pulled back into a straight, sleek pony tail, she wore a tight black and white striped dress that stopped at her knees, and a black blazer, she also wore sleek black high heels that were so sharp in the heel you could impale someone with them. Her nails were freshly manicured, her lips were a glossy red, her eyeliner was perfect, and her cat-like green eyes scanned everything. Pretty cool looking for a piece of shit mother.

"Who is this?" So far her tone was neutral, but her tone was always neutral, we were on a mine field. "This is Dean, my boyfriend." I answered, she paused. She was debating on whether or not to hate him, and now it was up to Dean. "It's nice to meet you Dean." She offered a hand, he took it with a charming smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you too Mrs. Lorezini." His voice had the perfect amount of charm and friendliness. My mom smiled, and I hoped Dean was experienced enough to know it was a cold, empty smile that hid the bottomless void that is my mother's soul.

"You seem like quite the charming young man, may I ask how old you are?" She asked politely. "Only a year older than Sandra." He answered, sugar-coating it. Because it always sounded messed up when a teen dated someone who wasn't a teen, even if they were only a year or two older. Mom nodded, keeping the smile plastered to her face like a fake smile on a lipstick add. "Have you been over any time during the time I've been gone?"