Really? My Best Friend?

Chapter 36

"Hey, are you crying?" I mumble through the tears while looking up at the weirdo I'm proud to say is my best friend. "Dean Bean!" my voice comes out high pitched within a laugh, I can't help it and it makes him laugh through a sob. "I never had you down as such a big softie!"

"Sorry but come on! Everyone is allowed to have a cry, even me! That poor dog! He was so amazing and went through so much and now he's dead! How is it even fair? He doesn't deserve to die, poor Marley!" Dean's voice breaks and tears stream down my face and while I'm crying he makes me feel better about it. "Don't chastise me when you're crying too!" he laughs a little.

"Don't make it worse!" I cry my voice breaking this time without trying to let it.

"Aw babe, I'm sorry. Please don't cry!" he murmurs letting his arm pull me closer to him so I'm a part of his body.

"You're an idiot, you done that on purpose!" I moan leaning my head on his chest as I let myself look up at him with what I hope is sad puppy eyes, my best imitation of him (even if he doesn't know that that's what I'm giong for!).

"No I didn't, you can't tell me that it's not a good film because it is although maybe we should have put on a happier film..." He smiles back down at me, tears making his eyes shine with a glassy look.

"Eh yeah, maybe." I smirk in a half sarcastic tone.

"Oh hey, a smile, that didn't take much!" he says with a small laugh.

"A) It's a smirk and B) you'll have to work harder for a smile." I say going totally straight faced.

"Damn you have a strong will power!" he moans with a small glare with a hint of a smile at the sides of his lips. He honestly looks like he's going to launch himself at me- something I wouldn't be surprised if he does. "I'll just have to tickle it out of you."

And with that I jump up to my feet and bounce across the floor before turning to face him where he is on the sofa.

"You'll have to catch me first." I say biting m lip at the end because there is no way that I'd be able to keep a straight face if I don't.

"Well that's easily done now isn't it?" he says with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"Oh is it now?" I say before giving a small lift of my hands in a questioning look.

"Yes." he says pushing off the sofa a little to look at me closer, his eyes assessing the way I'm holding myself on the ground and whether I look like I'm going to take off or not.

"We'll see about that." and then I'm taking off at a run with him launching after me, his feet instantly moving as fast as they can under him.

Upon reaching the kitchen table I get to one side where we end up dancing from one side to another and then after going from one side to another about five times I end up making a dash past him, his hand grabbing my top a little, a loud ripping sound makes itself present so he lets go instantly. The rip doesn't come from where he had it though, it's up on the seam at the shoulder which is next to my collar bone but the top hanging down doesn't stop me from running, if anything it makes me more determined.

My feet stretch out underneath me, my muscles bunching up and stretching with every movement I make. It's been a long time since I've went for a run, a very long time, but I love the feeling that it gives me, the one that makes me feel like I'm on top of the world.

I run blindly up the stairs and around and just as I go to jump on the bed Dean somehow rugby tackles me to the ground (apparently he now does rugby tackles instead of football ones).