Really? My Best Friend?

Chapter 29

"So, you two staying together or are you's gonna split up?" Liam asks after a few minutes of silence on the way out to the cars.

I give him a sharp glare while Dean almost chokes on the water he was apparently drinking. I slap him on the back which makes him smile and smirk and glare all at the same time so I laugh a little.

"Well, I have to catch up with school work..." I say glancing at Liam before looking at Dean, so maybe I shouldn't be admiring him after all that's happened but it's hard to keep my eyes off him when he's got a tight top on and a pair of shorts showing off the way his waist comes in because of the muscles he has. He's hot, there's no doubting that. So maybe I feel more like myself now that I've had a sort of fun day even if it was because they two were being idiots.

"I'll help you catch up if you want? I'm kinda pro because I actually listened for two weeks..." Dean says with a gigantic smirk as we reach the car. I'm guessing his Mum came in with my Dad since they only have one car whereas we have two although only one is really used.

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks." I smile squeezing his hand a little as our parents come up behind us with a dramatic cough coming from my Dad.

"Dean, you're in the car with me. I need to talk to you!" Dean's mum says with a stern voice causing Dean to heave a sigh but with a little worry crossing over his eyes and eyebrows going by the way they scrunch up.

"I'd say what did you do now but I kinda know already..." I say with a small smile at him.

"My guess is that it's something else that she's talking about..." he says with a look of some weird wisdom not that I can read what it is entirely. What is wrong with me though? Even when I was myself I wasn't able to read his face when it takes this expression on and it's so frustrating.

"I have to help Soph catch up Mum, we're in all the same classes!" he groans back after he's spoken to me quickly. His voice comes out moany and is basically just Dean like.

"Tough, you can go help her later, you need to come with me first, no arguing!" and just like that she's jumping into the car and slamming the door waiting for a sheepish looking Dean to follow her lead looking like a sheepdog with its tail between its legs while me and my brother jump into our Dads car with him.

Dean: Mum puts the kettle on and very quietly tarts to go about making a pot of tea for herself. As always she'll probably ask if I want some but obviously I don't, tea is the vilest drink that can ever be made or drank possibly so I don't understand why she has such an addiction to the stuff.

Once the kettle has boiled she quickly pours it into the pot before walking over to the table where I'm sitting waiting for her to talk. I know what this is going to be about, she's been trying to do this for ages and I keep (somehow) managing to put her off. It's been the same with aunt Ellie too but I think that's because Mum put her up for it. I've not told them what happened that night or not fully anyway, I said it in minimal words, kept it as brief as possible but that's all.

"So, you calmed down yet?" she says softly after a few loud minutes of silence.

"Yeah." I say glaring down at the table, letting my finger follow the pattern of the wood and the knots in it.

"Good, I think we need to have a little talk, don't you?" she asks looking at me, her brown eyes- which are so similar to mine- catching mine but hers are different. Hers are lighter and softer, not edged with worry and fear and anger all at the same time like mine have been like or that's what they look like whenever I look in the mirror that's not to say I stare at my own eyes when I'm in the bathroom or anything, it's to look and sort my hair but who doesn't have a look when they have a mirror in front of them.

"Do we really?" I moan looking up at her, my hair falling down from the really rubbish quiff I have today, I didn't have any time to put it up because I was too worried about Sophie to even really care about my hair.

"YES!" he raises her voice shooting a glare at me. "You and Sophie, what's going on there?" her glare turns to a questioning look, wondering what is going through my thick, mucked up playboy head which is exactly what is going through my head.

"Nothing. Why?" I reply turning to glare at the table again. She's my Mum; I don't want to tell her anything even if I have starts to work some things out in my head. I mean, I almost came close to doing something stupid a week ago, the day before the party and no matter how stupid it was I should have just done it because everything that happened, that party, everything, would have been prevented if I had just put my stupid pride away for even that one minute that I almost lost it, that would have stopped all of this.

"You seem to look very conflicted about that one question Dean." She says after a moment of leaving me in my thoughts.

"What about it? Why would anything be going on? She's my best friend, that's all." I say trying to avoid her questioning and forceful look.

"Why would anything be going on? Of course, Mr Playboy never says what he's feeling does he?" he says with a hint of a smile. "Dean, anyone can see there's something there just nobody has called you up about it and it's about time someone did."

"I'm sorry but there isn't any point in this!" I moan running a hand through my hair which is the one thing I seem to do when I'm nervous and don't want to say something.

"Yes there is because I think you like her, wait no, I know you like her and now your bottling everything up and ignoring your feelings because of one little thing happening to her. Dean, you need to tell her what you feel before it's too late. You love her and she deserves to know!" she says but then I'm getting up from where I am at the table and storming to the front door and out of it so I can go up the drive to my best friend's house.

Sophie: Dean walks in when there's paper scattered out all over the kitchen table, me sitting completely drowned from school work and ready to just die from the amount that I've caught up with, it's surprising I've managed to do so much in one go, I've been home for about an hour and I've not had a break which for me is good going because I can't normally concentrate for over an hour, half an hour is do-able but any more usually isn't.

Dean looks flustered his cheeks red and his face embarrassed. I can always tell when he's embarrassed, he makes it so obvious so I'm guessing his Mum had a really embarrassing talk with him and with that, I won't be asking him what it was about.

"Hey, want help with that?" he asks coming over and making himself comfy in the seat next to me.

"YES, please, you're a life saver!" I smile before looking back down at the maths that is in front of me so he can help me with it with him almost settled instantly being next to me...