Alaina Clark

Chapter 5

My smile quickly fades "Shit! I forgot to tell my parents I was going to sleep over. They're going to be pissed." "I called them after you fell asleep last night." Dean says trying to ease my nerves. "Oh, thank you." I say relieved that I won't have to deal with my parents lectures on staying out without letting them know. At least I have parents who worry about me, I've met people who wish they had over protective parents. People whose parents don't show their concern by setting rules. As annoying as my parent's rules may be I am grateful nonetheless. "No problem." Dean says nonchalantly. I hear steps coming from the hallway right outside Dean's bedroom. Mr. and Mrs. Miller must have just gotten back from visiting Jane at college. "I think my parents are home." Dean says reading my mind. I open my mouth to reply when the door burst open. "Dean why is there a, oh." She says as she takes in the sight in front of her. That's when I realize what this must look like. Dean shirtless. With me. On his bed. Under a big blanket. "Hello, Alaina." She doesn't seem to mind. She's walked in on weird situations before and it never seems to bother her. I wonder why that is. "Hey, Mrs. Miller." I reply with a smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." She says with a small laugh, making her blue eyes stand out. They look exactly like Dean's. "You're not interrupting mom." Dean says with a smile of his own. "How was the trip?" Dean asks after a few moments of silence. "We'll catch up later honey, make sure you clean up that mess in the kitchen." She says as she walks out closing the door behind her. I had completely forgotten about the mess we made in the kitchen. I sit up, untangling myself from Dean. My shoes are next to the bed, I bend down to put them on. Once my shoes are on I sit on the bed facing Dean. He's slipping on a plain black t-shirt. I can't help but wonder what thoughts ran through Mrs. Miller's mind when she walked in on Dean and me in bed with Dean shirtless. It's happened before and each time I can't help but wonder. I laugh as I realize she probably thinks Dean and I are friends with benefits. People have confused us for a couple numerous times before. I guess it makes sense from their point of view. "What's so funny?" Dean asks clearly amused by my random laughter. "You're mom probably thinks we had hot sex!" I say laughing uncontrollably. Dean laughs along with me at the ridiculous thought. Well maybe it's not too ridiculous, I mean he is pretty hot. Wait why am I thinking this? He's my best friend. "Yeah, she probably does." Dean says once the laughter died down. "We should probably go downstairs and clean up the mess we made in the kitchen." I say once I remember that Mrs. Miller wanted us to clean it up. "Yeah you're probably right, but I can't find my shoes." Dean replies looking around the room. "I'll get started in the kitchen, you can join me once you find your shoes." I suggest. "Sounds good." Dean says waving me off. I walk out of his room and head downstairs. I'm about to round the corner to the kitchen when I hear voices whispering loudly. "I'm going to win." I hear Mr. Miller voice beam with excitement. "No, you are not because I'm going to win." Mrs. Miller replies and I can hear the smug look that is most likely on her face. Win? What are they trying to win? The nosy part of me can't stop asking questions. "I'm telling you I heard them talking about hot sex." Mr. Miller replies and I just know he's smirking. Hot sex? Oh no. "Stop eavesdropping." Mrs. Miller's voice scolds and my subconscious can't help but think she's talking to me. I wait for a few second before walking into the kitchen. "Good morning." I greet both of them with a smile, pretending that I wasn't spying on them just a few seconds ago. "Good morning Alaina." Mr. Miller replies with a smile that looks just like Dean's. Dean's parents are both very attractive. His dad has blue-gray eyes that look like a storm. His hair is dark brown, just like Dean's except his is lightly streaked with gray. His mom has a beautiful smile, it's different than Dean's but beautiful nonetheless. Her eyes are just like Dean's, they look exactly alike especially when then smile and crinkles form at the corner of their bright blue eyes. His parents just do not age, they look amazing despite being in their mid-forties. If I had to guess their age I would guess early thirties at most. Dean is the perfect combination of them, physically and personality wise. "Looks like you and Dean had some fun in here last night." Mr. Miller says with a knowing look, smirking at me. So this is where Dean gets his panty dropping smirk. I mentally scold myself for thinking Mr. Miller has a panty dropping smirk. Even though he does. My subconscious adds. My subconscious needs to shut the fuck up. I was too lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice when Mrs. Miller elbowed him in the ribs. "What Joseph means is that we're glad you guys had fun." She says with a tight smile. "Yeah we did have fun, we made pizza." I reply awkwardly. "I hope you guys saved me a slice." Mr. Miller says enthusiastically. "We did actually, there're a few slices in the fridge." I say pointing at the refrigerator. Mrs. Miller opens her mouth to say something when Dean interrupts. "Sparkles!" He calls out from the stairs. "In the kitchen!" I call back. He walks in moments later. "Hey dad, hey mom." He says hugging both of them. "How was your trip?" He asks as he walks to stand next to me. "It was great honey, but we'll have to talk about it later." Mrs. Miller replies. Dean is about to ask why when his dad interrupts. "Do you guys have any plans for today?" He asks with a smile. "Yeah, we were going to go on a road trip." Dean answers for both of us. "Well, it's going to have to wait because we are all going to dinner." Mrs. Miller beams. "Dinner?" Dean asks just as confused as me. "Yes, we are going out with Elliott and he can't wait to meet Alaina!" Mrs. Miller says as her excitement grows. Elliott, I've tried to meet him before but something has always gotten in the way. "That sounds great!" Dean says, his mother's excitement rubbing off on him. My stomach tightens and suddenly I feel extremely nervous.