The Polar Opposites Project. [Ambrollins.]

9. Hawaiian and Home.

TW: Brief homophobic language. 

"So, Pizza then?" Dean asked as he and Seth put their seat belts on after saying goodbye to the rest of the new found group.

"You were being serious?" Seth inquired, a little hungry. 

"At first I wasn't but now I really fancy Pizza." Dean commented as he started his car. "I'll take your question as a yes, do you have a curfew or anything?"

As always Seth debated fighting back with Dean, he felt incredibly guilty, Dean didn't know him that well and he was happily spending all this money on him, it made Seth think that perhaps there was a deeper meaning to his kindness but he ruled that off as overthinking. "Eleven, but if I ask for more time I'd be given it." Was his reply. 

"We've got plenty of time then!" Dean exclaimed as he began driving the pair to his favourite Pizza place, it must have been just around half nine as the sky was beginning to darken but that didn't bother Dean. "Wanna put the radio on?" He asked to Seth who just nodded and turned it on, a little smile creeping on his face at the song that suddenly filled the silence. "Like this song?" He teased, knowing Seth wanted to sing along, that facial expression was a universal one. 

"Twenty One Pilots are great." He retorted with a playful roll of his eyes and Dean just shrugged. 

"Can't really argue with that, if you wanna sing then go ahead, I ain't gonna judge you." He shrugged, eyes fixated on the road. 

"I would rather not, I sound like a cat being dragged backwards down the highway when I sing."

"Don't think I've ever heard that one before." Dean chuckled. "But I'd bet money on the fact that you're just saying that to hide the fact you have the voice of an angel. All the good singers say they can't sing. I've got you figured out Rollins."

All Seth could do was snort. "You know, I wish you were right for once." 

Dean looked over at Seth since they'd just stopped at the traffic lights and smirked softly, Seth just rolled his eyes and the remainder of the journey was spent in comfortable silence with the radio quietly humming.

- - - 

By the time the duo had arrived at the pizza parlour, the sky was completely dark but it wasn't as late as it looked, Seth could see the parlour full of families or people roughly their own age either on dates or just on a social gathering. "Nice place, his a retro vibe to it." He commented as Dean held open the door for him and the two were given a small table towards the back of the restaurant by a waitress who Dean recognised, a nice girl named Sonya. 

"Thanks, my mom used to take me here a lot." Dean's voice went slightly quiet towards the end of his sentence and he hoped Seth hadn't picked up on it but if he did, he decided not to speak on it which Dean was grateful for. As much as he hated that one of his favourite places was associated with his mother, the good memories he'd made here outnumbered the bad. "Want a milkshake?"

To his surprise, Seth just nodded without arguing. "Vanilla."

"Basic white girl." Dean scoffed and Seth flipped him off which rendered a gasp from Dean and then a chuckle from both of the boys, both a little surprised at how much they enjoyed each other's company. Their order was taken and the two enjoyed their shared meal, talking about any and everything that came to mind, mainly discussing if ghost and aliens exist or not. Seth was convinced that ghosts exist but not aliens where Dean was dead set on both being one hundred percent real.