Made Of Glass

Maybe

"Dean?" my voice comes out more squeaky then I expected. "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't want to go home" he says as he uses his elbows to lift himself up.

"Didn't you say you had a lot of packing to do?" I realise I'm still in the same spot and make my way towards the bed.

His only response was a light hum. I lay on the bed next to him and he goes back to laying down on his back.

We lay together in silence for several seconds. The only sound in the room was our breathing, totally in sync with each other. I move my hands from my stomach and place them at my side. Dean does the same and his hand ends up on top of mine. My breath hitches as I feel my skin burn. He laces our hands together.

"How did you get into my room by the way?" I don't remember seeing his car in the driveway.

"Mhmm? Oh I climbed the fire escape" he answers simply whilst I stare at him in shock.

"You know you could have just used the front door, right?"

"Yh, I know but I knew your parents would want to have a conversation." He stares at the ceiling and I do the same. After a while, I feel Dean move positions and turn to his side in order to face me.

"Why are you staring at me?" I say as I turn to face him as well. I realise we are still holding hands.

"I wanted to tell you something. I-"

"Ana! Come downstairs! It's time for diner!" I hear my father shout and I groan.

"Why don't you have dinner with us?" I ask Dean.

"No, I should probably go home. Mum is probably worried about me." Dean says as he gets up from the bed. I do the same and now we are standing facing each other.

"I guess you aren't going to be using the front door to get out then?" I hear a low chuckle from Dean and move so he can go to the window.

Dean opens the window and puts one foot out.

"Ana... I- I'll see you." he says simply and climbs down the fire escape.

I wonder what he was originally going to say but nonetheless I smile and make my way downstairs.

****

It's been a week since graduation, which means Dean is in New York right now having the time of his life whilst I'm still stuck in this ridiculously small town. I've lived here for so long now that I feel like I know ever nook and cranny of it. But there is something satisfying about that, knowing everyone, knowing every secret spot people think they've found. Dean and I's secret spot is a small lake we found just outside of town. It's completely deserted in the sense that I've never seen anyone, or anything for that matter, go to it.

Anyway, my dad has been 'sublty' suggesting going on vacation this year. He always says that but we spend the whole of the holidays arguing where to go. He keeps saying something about New York and my heart speeds up everytime. It would be nice, actually pretty fucking great, to go to New York and also because that would mean I would be with Dean. I don't know if my dad is serious and I don't want to ask just incase he gets my hopes up, but I really hope we do go somewhere.