Hey!
I've had a heap of spare time today and I finally know where I'm gonna go with this. Hopefully, I'll be able to write as much as I can this weekend.
Please Keep Reading and Stay with me!!
Cass
Xx
(Still Hayley's P.O.V)
What the...is my first thought. As if, It was just a stupid dream, is my next.
Dean's sitting on my desk chair, he must've stayed up all night. He looks exhausted. His light brown eyes have purplish, bruise-like rings beneath them and his back is hunhed over.
"Hey," I say.
"Hey."
"Did you stay the night? You look exhausted," I cross the room to grasp his hands and pull all six feet of Dean into a standing position. Dean yawns loudly.
"Shh! Parental units, next room. Remember?" Dean sits down on the edge of my double bed, pulling me along with him.
He pushes me down by the shoulders sand starts kissing me slowly on my neck, along my collarbone until I give in and pull his face to mine. After a few minutes of this, He seems to wake up.
"Whoa, I'm sorry, Hayley. I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry." He pulls me back up and turns to face the window, his head in his hands.
"I don't mind. Really," I wasn't lying, either. His little 'outburst' was completely uncharacteristic for him, but I wish he'd be a bit more like that sometimes. He can be too gentlemanly. That's why my mother likes him so much.
Oh well. I pout and Dean chuckles at my expression.
"You're adorable when you're upset," Dean grins a half smile, but his eyes say something else altogether. He looks worried, almost scared.
I bit my lip, embarassed, and turn to the mirror sitting on my dresser. I look terrible. I must've forgotten to take my make-up off, because it's smudged underneath my eyes. My white-blonde hair is matted and hairclips are caught in the birds' nest that is my hair.
Ignoring Dean, still embarassed, I race around my room, searching for a suitable out fit. I settle on a singlet top and loose black trousers that finish just below the knee. Along with these, I grab my make-up bag and underwear.
I take my little pile of things and hurry into the bathroom. Hopefully when I come back out, I'll look half decent.
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I'm really sorry for writing like this, but I have to go mind my sister and its easier this way.
SORRY!
Cass
Xx
