Storyline: Your best friend wanted you to meet her boyfriend's brother.
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"Elena, I don't want to meet anyone. I'm fine being on my own."
Your best friend laughs swinging her brown hair behind her back. "Y/N, I see how you look at couples in the streets. You're not fine alone babe. It's time to get my girl a boy."
She swings her arm around your shoulders, you look at her and vice versa. Her smile makes you smile suddenly. The walk to the bar was fairly shorter than you thought when you saw the sign of the bar you became suddenly nervous.
"This was a bad idea," you mutter under your breath.
"Y/N, trust me. Just be yourself and le tour est jouer." You hated it when she spoke in French, you can't understand a thing.
"Hey girls. Sam should be back in a minute or so." Dean grabs Elena by the waist and kisses her cheek. She laughs and orders a beer. I want one too.
"Make that three." You turn around to meet a gorgeous brown-haired, six feet man. "I'm Sam, you must be Y/N. Well, Elena was right you are very beautiful."
You smile, "Thank you, and thanks for the beer. I was craving one."
"Okay, well we're going to play pool but please, stay and enjoy yourselves." You mentally slap her.
Bottle after bottle, your face was on fire. "What? No way, me too. I used to play chess all the time!"
"A beautiful blonde like you played chess? This is crazy!" Sam laughs and takes a swig.
"I won first place in high school. And, I was also named champion of my swimming team."
"You in a swimsuit, I definitely see." He smirks and studies you. You laugh.
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Dean and Elena were now sitting on a stool not far away from yours. They were speaking closely, with a drink in hand. They seemed proud or somewhat suspicious.
"I say we ditch them," Sam says.
"I say we do."
You smile and take your coat, you walk by your best friend and whisper something. "He's perfect. Thank you, and you should probably not wait for me tonight."
