Hours passed by, and Dean and I had thee best time ever. I really got to know him too; he's a really sweet, funny, goofy, guy. I also got to know a lot about his past; he grew up in Texas, he lost both of his parents when he was young, and other small things. It was easy to talk to him because his expectations weren't high, so I didn't have to try to impress him.
Dean lost his dad in a car accident, just like mine, when he was five, and it was just him, his mom, his two sisters and older brother. Then a few years later, he lost his mom when he was thirteen; she caught a cold that seemed to have turned into something bigger.
After their deaths, they all moved in with their legal guardian; their aunt. She didn't care for them, from what I hear; she was forced to care for them. So, when Dean's older brother, Shaun, turned eighteen, he took them out of their aunt's care, and he raised them all by himself.
I would've never figured all of that out just by looking at him. If anything, I'd have thought that he was a pretty, rich boy who always got his way whenever, and wherever he wanted it. But, I was wrong.
With my past, I told him the moral of it. Even then, he seemed to feel sorry for me. But I didn't want sorrow, I just wanted to forget everything that's happened. He seemed to be understanding of that, seeing where I was coming from and all. He didn't press anymore on the subject after that, gladly.
After our day of fun, it soon began to turn dark. I really didn't want this day to end; I was having too much fun, and ending this day would just be tragic to me. But after a lot of convincing on Dean's part, he convinced me that we would see each other again, and that we'd share another day like this again. I was convinced, so I let him take me home.
He both got up off the bike and he, like the gentleman he is, walked me up to my door
"Thank you for bringing me out today.. it was the most fun that I've had in a long time."
He simply shrugged, and gave me a smile. "It's no problem, I had fun today too."
I suddenly felt a surge of boldness run over me, and I kissed him. We haven't kissed at all today so this felt, in a way, a little new to me. His lips were soft and so... responsive. He placed his hand on the small of my back, and pulled my body closer to his. When I felt his warmth against me, my entire body got all tingly and fuzzy inside. All too soon, he pulled away from the kiss.
"What-"
"You have work tomorrow, right?" He cut off.
"Yes."
"Then you better get to bed before I have you up all night." He said whilst smirking.
I stifled in a laugh, because I refused to help his ego grow. "You're such an asshole."
I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away from me, almost immediately regretting my actions.
"You know you want it too." He coolly stated, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to him. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Uh huh."
"Alright."
He looked at my lips, then up to my eyes, and back down to my lips.
"Goodnight, Dean."
I kissed his cheek, and pulled away from him. He looked at me like 'Really?' I just gave him a sweet smile, and went inside my house. I heard him yell 'goodnight' back through the door, and I hit the door to let him know that I heard him.
I slipped my jacket from off my shoulders just as Drake walked into the room.
"Hey-"
"Where were you all day?" He asked rudely.
