As long as you like

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He looked me in my eyes with that contagious grin on his face. "I don't think we could be friends, Arabella." His grin never left his face which made me confused. He didn't want to be friends and he's happy about it? He finds it amusing? Maybe I read the situation wrong and he genuinely just wanted someone to sing with him. Which still didn't make sense to me because all the times I've seen him in here before, he never sang. Hell, he never even made eye contact with me until that guy tried to get too handsy.

"Uhm...okay?" I didn't even bother to hide my confusion. I'm not in the business of staying where I'm not wanted. "Well, you have a good night, Dean." I said standing and gathering myself. No harm done, no foul; I figured. "Thanks for the song and helping with that asshole." I patted him on the shoulder and turned to head out and find my friend.

I felt his rough hand grab my wrist before I tried to walk off. "Hold up, Little Girl." Dean called. My heart jumped, then sank 'Little Girl'? I'm not even that much younger than him! I'm an adult! I turned back to face him, I'm sure with an unamused look. "You didn't let me finish." Dean chuckled and I tried my best to ignore that smile. "You're so quick to the jump. I never said I don't want to be friends. I just I don't think we can be friends."

I pondered for a moment. This still didn't make sense. "Right. So...?" I couldn't even ask what he meant, I was so confused. But before I could even think to ask what he meant his hand reached behind me into my back pocket and withdrew my phone. I raised a brow at him as he unlocked it and started tapping. "You just grab anyone's phone then? Let yourself in?" I didn't care much that he grabbed my phone or even reached in my pocket himself. He had something so confident and confusing about him. But I liked it.

"I'm adding my number." He finished up and handed my phone back to me. "I saved it under a special contact. What's your number so I can save it in my phone? I wanna know when it's you texting me. He grinned, pulling out his own phone. I recited my number to him and he saved the contact.
"Are you putting it under Arabella or 'Little Girl'?" I asked with a mocking tone. He smirked to himself and stood up. He placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Goodnight, Arabella. I'll see you soon." Dean left before I could even react. What. The. Fuck. Just happened? Let's recap; I'm minding my own business and get bothered by a random. Another random saves my ass even though I didn't need him to. He asks me to sing with him and I do. Then he tells me we can't be friends and saves my number anyway? Whatever, I probably won't hear from him again anyway. I decided now would be a good time to find my friend and head out. It was past midnight and I wanted my bed.

My friend, Minnie was the one who saw me go on stage with Dean. Her pretty, long blond hair and ageless features made her irresistible to men and sometimes women. She had no shortage of willing participants to pay for her drinks, buy her meals and even clothes sometimes. I always envied that about her. Never had it effected our friendship though. Minnie and I were thick as thieves and I told her everything.

On the way home, I was driving. Minnie had a few while she was sitting with the flavor of man for the night. I didn't have any so I didn't mind dropping her off at home. I'd prefer it, anyway. Some of the company she attracts isn't the most favorable. I decided I'd tell Minnie about the talk with Dean and see what she has to say.

"Wait." She shook her head, trying to understand. "He said you 'can't' be friends or 'won't' be friends?" She asked, trying to rationalize.

"He said he 'doesn't think we could be friends'. So 'can't' right? Cannot. No can do." I sounded a bit frustrated. But I was! "But then, he still put his number in my phone! He grabbed it himself out of my back pocket!"
"He grabbed your ass!?" Minnie exclaimed. "You little hoe bag, you let him touch your butt!" She giggled to herself as she lightly clapped her hands.

"No!" I laughed. "He didn't grab anything except my phone! Oh, and I didn't even tell you the weirdest part!" Minnie gestured with her hands for me to continue. "He called me 'Little Girl'! What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I'm not even that much younger than him! Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm sure I won't hear from him again." I turned into Minnie's apartment complex. "Want company tonight?" I asked Minnie, who was starting to look a little peaked. She nodded her head and let herself out of the car. "Let's go, drunk pants." I joked as I got out and helped Minnie up the stairs to her apartment. I know I wanted my bed tonight, but I'd rather make sure Minnie got to bed safe and without puking on herself.