Dean's Fever

The Loner

He walked the streets of New York City. Alone. Like always. Nothing changed. As the years passed and the seasons came, he was still alone. After his parents had abandoned him when he was 13, he had no where else to go. No one to go to. Dean was now 18. 5 years. It has been 5 years since they left him. He grew bitter and bitter by the years. While he was lost in his train of thought, he bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" He heard a thick, british accent say. He looked down at the girl and was a loss for words. She was beautiful. Unlike anyone he's ever seen before. She had long, black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing white pants, a black tank top with a leather jacket, and a backwards hat. He didn't notice that he was just standing there staring at her. "Umm..Hello?" She waved a hand in front of his face. He snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, I-I'm U-Uh.." He zoned out. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Oh yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Thanks." He smiled at her. She smiled back at him. "What's your name?" She asked him. "Dean. What's yours?" "Paige." Paige... "Nice to meet you, Paige." He smiled and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you too." She responded. "Well, I should get going. I'll see you around?" "Oh, err. Yeah..I'll see ya." She nodded her head and walked off. He watched her walk away. "Paige..." He muttered to himself and walked towards his house. When he got home, he took his jacket off and sat on his couch. Turning the TV on, He tried to get his mind off of the beautiful raven-haired girl he had just met. He was watching one of his favorite movies, World War Z, when he heard a knock on his door. He paused the TV and got up and answered it. "Hey bro!" It was his best friend Roman, his only friend. Dean and Roman had met when Dean was 14. A year after his parents left him. They had done everything together, and they always stayed by each others side. "Roman!" Dean exclaimed, happy to see his best friend. "How've you been, man?" Roman asked him, The last time he saw Roman was a year ago. "I've been alright...how's Gabby?" Gabby was Romans wife. They met when Roman and Dean were trying to hide from the police, Because they were framed for stealing 1 million dollars from one of the banks nearby. Gabby had let them hide in her basement while this happened. "Oh she's great, thanks for asking." "You wanna come inside?" "Sure." He replied as he came inside and sat down on Dean's couch. "Anything new happened on the streets of NYC, lately?" Roman asked. "Nah, not really," Dean replied. "It feels sorta weird coming back here." Roman added. "I'm sure it does." Dean responded. Dean walked past Roman and looked over his balcony, grabbing one a cigarette out of its packet and lighting it up. "Aww..geez. You still smoke those?" Roman said as he walked out to the balcony, stopping beside Dean. "Yeah." Dean said as he took a puff. "You know those things aren't good for you, man." "I know, but I don't care." "I'm just saying, man." "I know, and I appreciate it, but I can live my own life." "I know, I know." Roman looked out at the streets of New York. "Nothing's changed, really. Since the last time I was here." Dean took another puff and joined Roman in looking out at the streets. "It's been pretty hard, dude." Dean said. Roman looked over at him. "You could've came with us." "I know..but I didn't want to. I wanted to stay. I felt like I had to stay." Roman nodded. "I understand." They both stayed silent for a few minutes. "Have you met any girls yet?" Roman smirked at him. Dean thought about Paige, the girl from earlier and smiled a bit. "Well, there was this one I met earlier, but I don't know, I just met her..Id have to get to know her." Roman smiled and nodded. "Yeah." Again, they were quiet and once again, continued to stare out at the harsh and loud streets of NYC.