Arabella - Toxicity

10. Dean and Sara

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I just got summer vacation and I'm already on my flight to America. I passed with top grades in almost all my classes, meaning I was now a licensed hair stylist, and I was fucking proud of it.

Dean and I were in a relationship but we didn't have a label; since I lived in the UK and he lived in the US we had a big time difference so we thought it was better if we didn't give us a label yet.

Dean was the perfect guy, literally, he flew to Sheffield to spend time with me before my exams started cause I was just that nervous. He stayed there for two days and went home a week ago.

I was now on my way to LA to spend my summer with him and his kid, Sara? I think her name was. Dean told me her name once when I had gotten home from a bar in Sheffield where I was drunk as fuck, so I don't really remember. I was staying the whole of the summer at Deans and he said if Sara likes me and we put a label on us I'd be able to move in with him, and maybe even open my own little hair salon.

Dean was really mature, and when I say really I mean really, maybe even a little too mature for me, but I'm able to look past that. In the two days he stayed at my house he had cleaned the whole thing, told me when to get to bed, and we didn't have sex once cause it'd 'make me more nervous', he was probably right, but still. Talking about sex, the furthest we've gone in our 2 months 'together' was a little dirty talk over the phone, which honestly wasn't really enough to suit my needs, but it is what it is.

I really liked Dean, but I found myself comparing him to Alex, no matter how much I tried Alex was still in my mind. Hopefully he'd go away once I actually see Dean every single day. Talking about Alex; he called me almost every single fucking night to drunkenly tell me how much he missed me, but not once did I give in. Last time he called was three days ago, that time he was also high, like really high, and I had scolded him for a good 15 minutes before he spat some words at me I couldn't make out and hung up.

I hated his guts, he'd call me saying he missed me then I'd see an article or hearing from Nick that he was seen or shagged some random bird. After the call I gave him he probably hated me to, I wouldn't blame him, I said a lot of shit. Him being an egotistical slut being one of them. That I could draw him with my left hand, so ugly he was, was also a thing I said, obviously a lie, but he didn't know that.

When I landed in the airport I immediately saw Dean and ran over to him hugging him. His cheap cologne filled my nostrils, honestly it smelled so fucking good. He had cut his hair, but it was still blonde. I looked up into his hazel eyes and he leaned down to kiss me, well, peck me I guess. I couldn't describe how I felt when we kissed, it was amazing, but in a different type of way?

I pulled away a little when I felt a small hand tug at my legs. I looked down to see the most gorgeous black haired kid ever.

"And what's your name young lady?" I asked politely as I crouched down to her level. She smiled at me and I noticed her dimples, just like her dad's.

"Sara" She whispered just loud enough for me to hear. It was clear she was shy, but still very polite.

"Hello Sara, I'm Arabella" I said looking into her hazel eyes, another thing from her dad. I reached out my hand for her to shake and she happily complied. She grew attached so quickly that I was carrying her out of the airport while Dean was carrying my suitcases.

"Looks like I've been replaced as the favorite" Dean said sarcastically putting a hand on his chest and frowning. I rolled my eyes at him, but Sara smiled and said 'no daddy' or something like that before pulling his face to her so she could peck his cheek. They were honestly so cute and it was so fucking attractive that he was good with kids.