Who is dean?

"DATE"

^another pic of dean

"A date?" I ask Quinn as she paces around my room. She nods and I give her a concerned look. "It's definitely NOT that."

Here's the problem with Quinn....she thinks she's always right. "It is, and dean wanting to be your friend is actually him realizing he has feelings for you." I furrow my eyebrows.

Sometimes I'm extremely concerned about her mindset.

"You're not even close to right."

She smiles, "trust me, I am." I blow my nose, still sick. "Ew. Are you going on a date sick?"

"If you call it a date one more time, I will be forced to kick you out of my room." She pouts and opens my closet.

"You wouldn't kick your best friend out right?" I roll my eyes and ignore her questions.

I would kick her out without hesitation, but she doesn't need to know that.

"Hey what's this?" She grabs a big puffy coat placed on a hanger. "As many times as I've raided your closet I've never seen this."

Yes raid.

She's not picking an outfit out for me she's stealing my clothes.

"That's dean's. I need to give it back."

She grabs my arm and pulls me off of the bed. "Let's go return it to him."

I shrug, "I'll just give it so him on Monday."

She pulls me out of my room. "No we need to give it to him now. You know what could happen,kid? He could answer the door with his shirt off." She dramatically reenacts someone ripping their shirt off.

I think.

"Mamma, you're really weird." I whisper to her, still concerned.

"Come on." She forces me down the stairs and out the house. Now standing in front of their door, contemplating my life decisions.

Please have on a shirt, please have on a shirt, I repeat. That would be so awkward.

"Knock." Quinn says nudging me.

"I don't want to see him with his shirt off Quinn. I don't even like him anymore."

"Kid, even I can see that you still like him, from a mile away too."

Ok, it's hard to get over a six year crush.

I knock, regretting every second of it.

Quinn crosses her fingers and I hold out the coat with my eyes squeezed shut. I hear the door open and feel my cheeks growing hot.

"Take it!" I scream shoving the coat at whoever answered the door, immediately taking off and leaving Quinn behind.

As soon as I get to my house I enter and lock the door. Not even a minute later Quinn is banging frantically on the door. "Why would you lock me out?!" She yells through the door.

"Why would you make me do that, momma? You're so mean!" I yell back through my stuffy nose.

"Ok I'm sorry. Can you unlock the door now?"

I open the door, the first thing I see is dean, smug written on his face. He has on a hoodie and pants. Quinn smiles next to him. "Your friend here is telling me you wanted to see me shirtless and honestly you could have just asked." Dean says, breaking the silence.

I slowly close the door back, locking it too. Maybe if I ignore them, they'll go away.

"May!" Quinn yells from outside of the door.