Dean decided to take matters into his own hands. He was going to make Adam talk, he was going to now explain of course; that it was all due to his worry for his friend.
The drive was nice, the leaves were just starting to turn color, there weren't too many cheeses Halloween decorations out yet, and the temperature was still warm enough for him to keep the top down on Baby. The car was big, but comfortable enough to park on the side of the road at Adams as he normally did. But for once their weren't three cars in the driveway; there was only one.
Maybe his parents were out of town? Maybe they both just drove separately to the grocery store? He tried to come up with a rational explanation before he reached the front stoop. He knew they didn't divorce. They were the cutest couple; just two perfect peas in a pod.
He wasn't able to put it together at all- nothing fit. As Dean knocked he could laughter from inside, that meant they must be there. Adam wouldn't just be laughing alone. But to his surprise, suddenly the answer to his way too prolonged question was answered. Because there he was. Alfie, standing in the doorway in what looked like silk clothes? and messed up hair. "Dean?" He asked and the second he said it- Adam joined him at the door.
"Hey..! I just wanted to say Hi, I haven't seen you in awhile and we normally hang out and all." Dean mumbled, suddenly at a loss for words.
Adam stepped in and gently grabbed Alfies hand. "Dean, this really isn't best. Just drop what I said." But Dean couldn't understand why Adam kept shutting him down like this, they were friends. They joked and messed around all the time. But now to Dean it just felt like those two were excluding him from their friendship, it hurt, but Dean wasn't one to cry over it.
"Well Adam maybe we could just talk a bit..?" Alfie piped up shrugging slightly but still not looking directly at either of them in the eye.
"You know what we were told. Dean- maybe come over around thanksgiving? It's just not a good time right now." Thanksgiving?! Dean didn't want to agree, he wanted to argue with the fact that it was more than a month a way and they had never gone that long without talking, even summers.
They thanked him only to be polite, before shutting the door on him and leaving him to his own wits on the drive home. Which, in his opinion was less enjoyable with the constant thought in his mind.
Why would they need to wait to talk to him? And why was it such a big deal? He had always thought he had made it clear; if someone didn't like him, then they should just tell him. He was always bad at reading symbols and euphemisms. He liked the straight forward truth.
