Underneath The Silken Feathers

Chapter 4 - Falling In Love...Literally!

Dean entered through the double doors of his school, looking solemnly down to the floor until he reached his locker. As he was grabbing his books for his next period class- Which was really useless by the way. Like Dean ever wrote anything down- Someone came behind him and caused him to jump, dropping his books on the floor. He heard the familiar giggling behind and rolled his eyes.

"Hey Charlie. Hey Jo..." Dean said with exasperated breath.

Charlie was still snorting with laughter as Jo picked his books up for him, still chuckling as well.

"Sorry Dean. Didn't meant to scare you that bad." Jo said as she handed him his books.

Dean swiped it from her hands, giving her a nasty scowl but then jokingly ruffled her hair and chuckled at her squeal. He then proceeded to steal Charlie's glasses from her face and wear them himself. Charlie, who has now stopped laughing like an idiot, struggled with Dean to grab back her glasses.

"Give me back my glasses you little shit!"

"Never!"

They wrestled with each other for only a few moments when he felt someone- who wasn't Charlie- slide the glasses off his face now. He looked up to see Benny, who was amusing himself with the scene before him. He handed back the glasses to Charlie which she swiped back fiercely before putting them back on.

"Thank you Benny. At least SOME of us are genuinely nice." Charlie shot Dean an icy glare, who was still chuckling a little.

"That's what you get for making me drop my books." Said Dean

"Not my fault you scare so easily." Charlie said with a sly grin.

Suddenly Dean felt the air rise within his chest and he glared at Charlie. Benny patted Deans arm and pulled him away before they could start fighting again.

"C'mon Deana, were gonna be late for English."

Dean grumbled an insult under his breath before shooting another glare at Charlie, who was glaring at Dean back. She motioned two fingers from her eyes to Dean, in which Dean mimicked back. Jo was standing behind Charlie, shaking her head and chuckling as Charlie swiveled around and marched to her classroom.

Dean and Benny walked into the classroom door and sat down near the back row seats. dean grabbed his usual seat by the window while Benny sat next to him to his right. Their English teacher walked into the room and wrote something on the board.

Lord Of The Flies

Ugh. Perfect. We're reading a book.

Wheres Sammy to read for you when you need him?

The teacher proceeded to blabber on about the book they were going to be reading, while Dean slipped into his own imagination staring out the window. The sky was clear, only a few clouds in the sky. The grass was a beautiful deep green, and with the window opened just slightly, Dean could smell the warm sweet wind that was lightly blowing its way through the window. It was such a beautiful day, warm and happy. If only his emotions reflected the weather.

About halfway through class Dean pulled out his notebook that held his sheet music in. He flipped to the last song he was composing, and continued creating the song. It was a simple song that he planned to play on the guitar, though he was thinking about translating it to piano. He played the song through his head and plucked invisible strings with his fingers- imagining as if the guitar were right in front of him. When he was satisfied with the next verse he'd create, he'd jot it down with careful precision as not to write down the wrong note. The verses he didn't like would be discarded from his mind, and he'd imagine it being crumpled up and thrown in a trash bin.