Laugh Often (Boyxboy)

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The next morning I awoke with Dean shaking me, "Are you always so hard to wake up?" He teased, and I responded groggily, "Yes."

I glanced to the clock on the mantel, "Why are we up so early? It's only six." I asked, rolling over. He pulled me back over on my back, "Because it's going to take awhile to walk to school." He answered.

I rolled my eyes, "Dean, you don't actually think we're going to WALK, do you? I do have a car, you know." He paused. "Oh. Yeah." He was completely dressed, tying the laces to his shoes. He slowly took them off one by one, and sat on the floor beside the bed.

"Dean, where did you sleep last night?" I asked. I wasn't getting back to sleep now.

The last thing I remembered was kissing him, and butterflies shot through my stomach at the thought, then we talked, then I fell asleep. I knew I fell asleep before him, because he was playing with my curls. He couldn't get over them, he thought they were magnificent.

"On the floor." He looked down towards his hands, and I followed his gaze. He was sitting on a bunch of blankets layered on the floor to act as a bed, a single pillow lay at the head. I sat up on the comfortable mattress I occupied.

"Dean, why? I don't have cooties you know." I said, he looked back up towards me, "I know, but you're the guest, you deserve to be more comfortable." He shrugged. I shook my head.

"You shouldn't have done that.. you should have woke me up, or at least slept beside me, this is a large mattress." I told him, shaking my head, and running a hand through my hair.

"It's no problem, really. I never have guests, it's nice," He smiled, and I couldn't help but return it.

He didn't mention the kiss, but I was urging to, I wanted to know why he did it, and I couldn't lie to myself, I wanted him to do it again.

He looked down towards the makeshift bed he sat on, "About last night.. I hope I didn't scare you away or anything.." He whispered, and I smirked, moving towards him, "No way."

I could see a faint flush forming on his cheeks, "But what does it mean?" I asked, moving back to my position on the mattress, he shrugged, "I don't know.. I just really wanted to do it, I thought at the moment, that it felt so right."

"And was it?" I whispered, he looked back up, smiling. Then he nodded, "Oh yeah."

"Would you ever do it again?" I asked, unable to look away, although I was dying to, scared of his reaction.

He shrugged, then slowly leaned in towards me, my heart sped up, beating louder and louder, then he stopped, inches from my mouth, "You'll have to find out." His breath warmed my lips, making me shiver.

"And you call ME the tease!" I commented as he pulled back. He just laughed, and crawled back into his position on his blankets.

He glanced towards the clock every now and then, when it happened the third time in ten minutes, I rolled my eyes, "Dean, we literally have over and hour until we have to be there." I said, and he sighed, "I know, but I don't want to miss Chem. I have a test."

"Relax, you won't miss it. How about I coach you while we wait?" I asked, and he nodded gratefully.

We spent the next thirty minutes going over his Chemistry notes, and testing him on what he knew. He was excellent, he really had nothing to worry about. "Dean, you're great at this, you're going to do fine, trust me." I said as I put the last sheet of notes to the side.

"Thanks Jake!" He looked towards the clock again, and gasped, making me look up and follow his eyes. It was nearly bell! I jumped up, and rushed over to the closet where my shoes and shirt lay on the floor.

I tossed them on quickly, Dean paused as I pulled my shirt over my head, "Dean, don't pause now!" I said, he shook his head and rushed towards the door, clicked the lock, and rushed out into the hall.

I rolled my eyes, and grabbed his forgotten phone, my own, and locked the door behind me. He met me at the gate out back, "In a hurry?" I teased.

"Jake!" Was all he could muster before rushing out of the gate ahead of me. I chuckled as I picked up my pace rushing through the park, and across the parking lot to where Dean stood outside waiting.

I raised my arm to unlock the car as I was rushing towards it, but then paused, "Jake, why the hold up? We're in quite a hurry!" He gasped.

"You gotta kiss me again first." I whispered, smiling at him. No smirk this time. His eyes widened, and he hesitated, but rushed around the car towards me, and hit me with full force.

His lips nearly knocked me over, cold this time from the morning chill, but soft never the less. My heart warmed, and as he was still attached to me, I clicked the button to unlock the car.

But he didn't pull away, like I expected once the ping was heard, instead, his hands tangled in my hair, tugging and pulling, his lips moved with me aggressively, nothing like the softness from last night.

He finally pushed away, his hands slipped from my hair. He smiled, "How's that?" then hopped over to the other side, and got into the car.

It took me a few breathless moments until I finally got into the car, and we made our way down the long winding highway to another day of surprises.

***

Last period of the day, and I had an off class, great. See, normally I would be gone from this school in a heartbeat, but since Dean was here, and also was too brain-dead to take an off class, he was stuck in class, so I wandered the school, looking for something, anything to distract myself from thinking about him.

But I couldn't help it.

What were we now? Friends.. with benefits?

I couldn't think of Dean that way, honestly. I saw him as Dean, the footballer, the perfect guy with just the right amount of personality and sass, and the guy with the heart on his sleeve.

I wandered into a large band room, shutting the door behind me, I placed my bag to the side, and picked up a lonely looking guitar. I started singing, uncaring, something to do..

"Tell me if I'm wrong..
Tell me if I'm right..
Tell me if you need a loving hand, to help you fall asleep tonight.."

Tell if I know..
Tell me if I do.
Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to.."

Clapping sounded from behind me, and I almost dropped the guitar in my haste to get up. I slowly placed it back down on its stand, and reached for my bag beside me.

"Going already? I just wanted to tell you how amazing you were." A high, very high, female voice sounded behind me. I put my hand on my neck, something I always did when I was embarrassed or nervous.

"Uh.. yeah, thanks." My voice sounded so far, but she didn't seem to notice. She walked closer to me, I reflexivly took a step back, she noticed that, and frowned.

"I'm Chloe, Chloe Richards." She held out her hand, and put the most flirtatious smile on her face as she could muster, flickering her eyes at me, and showing teeth as well as tounge? How do girls even do that??

I took her hand, "Jake." I nodded, and dropped her hand, backing up towards the door, "Nice to meet you Jake, unknown last name." She giggled loudly, I squinted my eyes and resisted the urge to cover my ears. She got closer to me, until we were the normal talking distance apart.

"Owens.." I whispered shyly, and she giggled again, "That's such a cute last name, goes well with you, Jake Owens." She cooed. I backed up, uncaring if she noticed this time, and grabbed my bag, wrapping it around me in one fluid motion.

"Sorry, but I kinda.. uhh, I kinda have to head home now.." I told her, motioning to the door, she shook her head, "Oh, that's too bad, I was kinda hoping we'd get to know each other a little more." She reached out and made an attempt to touch my curls, I dropped to the ground, and skidded out from her grasp, rushing out of the door as fast as I could.

"It was nice meeting you, Jake! I'd like to see you again!" She called out as I rushed through the empty hallways. Great, an unfriendly aquaintence. Looks like I'll be spending the rest of the hour in my car..