Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter four

I turn around in circles, viewing myself in the mirror at my sleeveless, navy blue, dress, which is, in a way tight on my body. It shows off my curves pretty well.

Is this too...much? For a dinner? With a man I just met only two times. Who isn't even my boyfriend?

This is the dress I have worn quite a few times with Ashton on our own dates. It's one of my favourites.

Oh well, whatever. YOLO, am I right?

I glance over at the alarm clock on me and Ashton's bedside table, glowing in amber numbers, it reads 6:27. Sam is picking me up in like three minutes.

Earlier today, Dean had left me and Sam by ourselves, and we both planned that he would pick me up at 6:30 then drop me off at around 8:00. Or so, if that's how much time would be the supper. We just estimated.

I also told him my dorm number. Maybe that was a bad idea, but, at the same time, maybe it wasn't.

He should be here pretty so-

The doorbell rings, making me jump, even in my three inch heels.

I check myself out in the mirror, fluff my hair for some extra volume, squirt breath spray into my mouth for the hundredth time, then run towards the door, making that loud, dramatic 'click' sound from my heels repeatedly on the floor.

Taking a deep breath, I bite my lip, and turn the seemingly really cold door handle, and open the door. My hands feel a little sweaty.

Sam towers over me.

Even while I'm in my tall heels. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a shorty. But hell, this man must have had a huge growth spurt when he was younger.

Sam's wearing a black suit, which matches his pants, and dress shoes. His tie is in a crooked position, which makes me wonder if he keeps on adjusting it.

I'll admit it, but especially never in my whole life to Ashton, but Sam looks even more handsome with his hair combed back, and in a formal suit, then the last time I've seen him in his normal clothes.

Either way, with fancy clothes or not, he still looks attractive.

His mouth opens, but then closes.

"I guess I wasn't the only one dressed up." I say quietly, smiling a toothy grin.

He does a small, nervous laugh, and rubs the back of his neck, his other hand adjusting his tie, making me smile harder.

"You uh, look...wow." He sounds a little out of breath, making me giggle.

"You do too." I grin, then nod to the side, towards the hallway. "Should we?..."

He looks dazed staring at me, but then blinks, and gestures his arm out, shaking his head a little.

"Sure, uh, our ride is out front."

"You got us a ride?" I ask, feeling excitement building up in my chest. I do a little jump.

"Kind of. In a...twisted, sort of way."

I chuckle, wondering a tiny bit what he means by that.

We then walk outside, Sam opening the door for me.

I run down the stairs, to end up standing in front of a beautiful, shiny...car?

"Is this a...corvette?" I ask Sam, feeling my heart sink a little. who's standing beside me, staring at the car, with his hands in his pockets.

"'67 Chevy Impala, actually."

I look ahead, to see, the one and only, Dean, leaning on the hood, on the drivers side.

"Hop in you two."

Well, this isn't exactly what I expected. I shrug it off, and walk forward.

"Here." Sam opens the backdoor for me. I jump in, he closes the door, then hops into the front.

"Jeez Sammy, your girlfriend needs to look more into cars."

"Dean." Sam says sternly, then looks back at me, giving me an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry."

I laugh, and shake my head in an 'it's alright' kind of way.

Dean then starts the impala up, and Metallica bursts loudly through the speakers, making me jump once again.

Both men scramble to turn it down. Eventually, they both do, making it almost silent. Sam sighs.

"DEAN."

"What?"

It's now quiet as we start to drive.

Dean has one hand on the wheel, the other lazily hanging on the side, Sam sits there quietly, staring out of the window at buildings passing.

Suddenly something sparks in my head.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yup?"

"Aren't you supposed to be at your yoga class right now?"

I suddenly see both of the guys instantly seem suspiciously tense. They give each other small glances.

"I uh.." Dean says at the same time Sam says. "He is-"

"I'm just...heading over to the building. Where it is. Right after I drop you two off."

"Ahh." I say, then lean back in the seat. "So, where are we headed, Sammy?"

I grin using the same name Dean had used on him, as Sam does a little chuckle and looks back at me.

"It's a surprise." He says, giving me a cute, crooked smile.

Dean looks over at Sam, and wriggles his eyebrows, smirking at him.

Sam rolls his eyes back.

I sit here quietly with my hands folded in my lap, with a smile on my face.