Moon Village

Chapter 4

With a nice cup of tea, some snacks in front of me, Gilmore Girls on the television and a cozy blanket, I lay onto the couch. I have already had a couple weeks of school, which was quite okay. I made some friends, one of them being this girl from my class, Chelsea. She didn't like me at first, she thought I was flirting with her boyfriend. When in fact, I had mistaken him for a teacher. Now she has slowly, but surely, became my best friend at school. Though I do like it at school, I was so happy to hear we finally have two weeks off. Today has been a super rainy day, just like the last few days. However, I love the rain, so I'm not complaining. I take a sip of my tea and nibble on my freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. I have always really liked baking, which is also why I love autumn so much. I know it sounds silly, but to me, autumn means baking some sweets, getting all cozy on the couch afterwards and watch some Gilmore Girls. Or read a book, whilst listening to the sounds of the rain and lighting up some vanilla scented candles. And then enjoying your freshly baked sweets with a nice cup of tea, obviously served in one of those cute pumpkin mugs. I'm mindlessly watching my tv show as I hear the bell ring. I frown and look up, as if the person in front of the door must have a key. Right, 'cause that makes sense. You ring the bell 'cause you don't have a key, Isabella. I shook my thoughts away and get up. I wasn't expecting anything or anyone. My mom is at work and for as far as I'm informed, none of us was expecting a package being delivered today. As I walk to the front door, I start to get the chills. What if it's a serial killer? Or what if Ghostface is suddenly in front of my door? God, I need to stop watching these horror movies and get all paranoid by them. What are the odds, a fictional character standing in front of my front door, trying to kill me? It is spooky season after all, but yup, no more horror movies for me. I put my hand onto the doorknob, as the bell starts to ring again. Either I have been taking some time to open the door, or this person is very impatient. I open the door and let out a relieved sigh. A soaking wet Dean is standing in front of my door. Was it raining that hard? Dang. 'I'm sorry, I forgot my keys at home and my dad is on his way to the wholesaler, so there's no way I can get into my home.' He says. 'Oh no, no worries. Get in.' I say, as I step aside. 'I'm just relieved you're not a serial killer.' I say, on a quite serious tone. He looks at me and frowns. 'What?' He asks, as he starts to laugh. 'You thought there was a serial killer in front of your door? That's what took you so l long?' He continues laughing. His laugh is contagious, so I start laughing too. 'Yes.' I admit, a bit ashamed of my thoughts. 'First of all.. A serial killer in Moon Village? Second of all.. In front of your door, in broad daylight?' I pout, as I realize it does sound a bit silly. 'Okay okay, enough with the laughing.' He grabs his stomach, as if all of the laughter makes his belly hurt. I try to stay serious, yet I can't help but chuckle a bit. Like I said, his laugh is contagious. 'Let's get you some dry clothes, follow me.' I say, as I walk up the stairs. He takes off his shoes and follow me. 'I'm sorry to disturb your peace.' He says. 'I'm assuming you had the house to yourself.' He has catched a glimp of the living room. The fuzzy blanket, all the snacks laid out over the table, Gilmore Girls on pause. 'No worries.' I reply. 'You're always welcome here. Just on one condition, you gotta watch Gilmore Girls with me.' I teasingly stick my tongue out to him. 'No clue what that is, but count me in.' I look at him, all shocked. 'You don't know what it is? Shame on you. It's probably my favorite tv show ever.' My comfort show, even. I have watched it at least five times already. All the seasons. I walk into my room and open up my closet. 'Lucky you.' I say. 'I've got some very oversized shirts.' Dean is very much taller than me and even though I have yet to see his shirtless body, I just know he is buffed and well trained. I take out the oversized shirt and hand it over to him. 'I don't think I have any pants though.. But I can put your clothes in the dryer. It only takes half an hour to dry, I think.' He nods. 'The Smiths?' He asks, after seeing my shirt. 'I love the Smiths.' He then says, before I could even reply. 'They're my favorite band.' I smile. I grab another fuzzy blanket. 'This will work.. As a replacement for your pants.' I chuckle and turn around. 'Hurry. I need to put your clothes in the dryer and my cookies are still warm, as is my te-..' - 'Done.' He chuckles and I turn around. The blanket is put like some sort of skirt and the shirt fits him perfectly. 'Make yourself at home.' I smile. Meaning he could go downstairs and nibble on some of the home made cookies or any other sweets laying around. I take his wet clothes and walk to the washing room, where I throw them into the dryer. I turn it on and go back downstairs, where Dean is already sitting on the couch. I try to hold back a smile. 'Would you like a cup of tea?' I ask him and he nods. 'Some strawberry tea would be nice.' I walk to the kitchen, where I pour him a cup of tea. 'Sugar?' I yell loud enough for him to hear me. 'Two scoops please.' I rarely ever drink sugar in my tea, for some reason I find that disgusting. While I do love my coffee extremely sweet. I take his cup to the living room and hand it over, after which I sit down on the couch. I grab my own blanket and place it over my body. 'Where are you coming from anyway?' I ask him. 'Aren't you free?' Does he not have two weeks off? 'Had to drop something off at my dads store. As I went there, it started pouring but I was almost there anyway, so I decided not to go back for an umbrella.' He says. 'And as I got home, I figured I had forgotten my keys at home.' I nod. 'That's shitty.' I mumble. 'That's a down part about rain, you get wet. Other than that, I absolutely love rain.' Dean chuckles. 'I love rain as well, as much as I love snow. Or just.. Cozy, cold weather in general.' I grab a cookie from the plate and start nibbling on it. 'Tomorrow's the fair, right? Any idea how late you'll come pick me up?' He has sent me the date, just no time yet, as he wasn't too sure when he'd be done helping his dad. 'Probably around six.' He replies. It's his turn to grab a cookie from the plate. 'Damn, you made these yourself?' He licks the crumbs off of his lips and I can not help but stare at his lips. 'Hmmhmm.' I reply and I smile. 'Grandma's recipe.' Both my mom and my grandma used to make these when I was little, now it's my turn to make them. We spent the rest of the evening talking and snacking, instead of watching tv. Which I'm not complaining about. Until it was time for him to leave. I handed him his dry and warm clothes, as to which he handed me the clothes he had borrowed. My mom could come home any second and though she trusts me not to do anything crazy, I do not want her to have something to tease me with. I walk him downstairs and smile as he puts on his shoes. 'Thank you, for everything, Isabella.' He smiles. 'The cookies were delicious and I have had a lovely evening with you. It's fun getting to know you better.' My smile only seems to get bigger. 'That feeling is mutual, Dean.' I reply. 'See you tomorrow, around six.' I say, as I open the door for him. 'See you tomorrow.' He gives me a quick peck on the cheek and finds his way out. My cheek feels like it's on fire, in the nicest way possible. His soft lips on my cheeks almost felt