Road Trip With The Bad Boy

Chapter Four: The One With An Actual Friend

A/N: Hey guys my school's shut down 'cause of the stupid Coronavirus... I hope that everyone out there is careful!
I should be able to update more, so we'll see how this goes.
—Luna

1615 words (short I know)

"Nicole, Love, you've got to wake up," Dean whisper into my ear.
"Why?" I groan, hugging him tighter. I just want to skip school and sleep.
"'Cause we've got school," Dean chuckles deeply.
"So," I say into his bare shoulder.
"Do you want to get kicked out of school?" Dean asks holding my a bit tighter.
"No," I sigh, nuzzling into him.
"Then let's get up and go to school, yeah?" Dean says rubbing my back.
I nod, "Yeah."
We both pull apart and I walk out of my room. What time is it? When I enter the kitchen, I check the oven clock, 5:30. Dang, I'm up early. I quickly walk back to my room.
"You woke me up really early!" I whisper loudly.
"Not really, you're just closer to the school, so I thought that I would wake you up at five," Dean says, his eyebrows scrunched up.
Cute!!
No! Not cute!
Yes cute, very cute!
Shut up!
"Whatever," I say turning around.
"I'll leave you to get dressed," Dean whispers to me before leaving my room.
I quickly pick my clothes out: a white t-shirt that says 'Paris' on it, with my capris. That'll work.
I run to the shower with my clothes, hurrying to get clean. After my shower, I get dressed and leave my hair down for now. Before I leave, I look at myself. Yep, still ugly...
I don't get it, because Mom was so pretty, and Dad was as handsome as you could get, like better looking than freaking Zac Efron! How does two of the best looking people I know, make someone as ugly as me? That's a question for God, 'cause only he knows...
I walk out of the bathroom to see Peter slam Dean across the wall. I freeze, my body no longer wanting to work.
Dean sees me first, "Nicole."
Dean shoves Peter off of him and walks over to me, "Are you okay?"
I close my eyes, nodding, before I lean into his shoulder.
"Shh, Love, it's gonna be okay. I promise," He whispers wrapping his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him.
     "Nicky, who is this?" Peter asks, I can just feel his anger that Dean is holding me instead of him.
    I pull away from Dean, but stay close to him, "This is Dean."
     "What's going on here?" Mike asks walking in from his room, Susan behind him.
     "Nicky's finally brought a guy home," Peter answers.
    I instantly step into Dean, trying to disappear, but it's not possible. The most that I can do is hide.
    The look in Mikes face shows that he isn't happy, in fact that's an understatement. In the seven years that I've been here, I've never been in trouble...I guess that the tables have turned though.
     "What?" Mike asks, he's always told me that I could have boys over...I don't think that he meant that it was okay for them to stay the night...
"I-it's not like that," I whisper, taking another step into Dean.
"Love, I don't think-" Dean's cut off though.
"You're not aloud to talk, Brit," Mike snaps.
I flinch at the poison that Mike just spat at us.
"In fact," Mike starts, "Leave my house, and leave my daughter alone."
I immediately grab Dean's wrist and shake my head, "No, d-don't leave."
"I'm not going anywhere, Love," Dean whispers back to me.
Peter then takes a step to us, grabbing Dean by the shoulders, tearing my grip from his wrist, and slamming him against the wall. "Dad said to leave my sister alone!" Peter says slamming his right fist into Deans stomach.
I close my eyes as images from my childhood flash through my mind. Antonio's fist hitting my dad, the guy's fist hitting my mom, the guy that hit me, all of it flashing in front of my eyes, so fast that I get dizzy.
When I open my eyes, the pictures stop, only to be replaced by the image of Peter hitting Dean, and Dean trying frantically to get him to stop.
It doesn't take long for Dean to notice that I'm sitting against the wall, crying. Within an instant, Peter is on the ground, and Dean is by my side.
"Love," he whispers, pulling my into his chest.
I start sobbing into Dean's chest, while he just holds me. I am aware that Mike and Peter are watching us, but I don't care.
"Shh," Dean picks me up bridal style and walks to my room, closing and locking the door behind us.
He sets me down on my bed, hovering over my body, but my head is nestled in the crook of his neck. And I don't plan on moving it any time soon.
"I guess we're skipping," Dean whispers gently.
"P-please?" I ask through a quiets sob.
"Okay, Love," Dean whispers back.
We sit like this for God knows how long. Neither of us talking. Suddenly, a knock on the door shatters the quiets.
Dean looks at me, "Yes?"
"Uh...I was actually hoping that I could speak to Nicole," it was Susan.
I shake my head, mouthing, "Not without you."
"She says not without me," Dean says, pulling me closer to him.
"That works, may I come in?" She asks.
"Just a second," Dean unwraps my arms from his neck and walks over to the door. After unlocking the barrier, he swings it open to reveal Susan. She walks in, and sits down beside me.
I take a peek past the door, Peter sits against the wall opposite of my bedroom door, his eyes meet mine for a split second, but then Dean closes the door.
"What went on while we were gone?" Susan asks facing me.
"N-nothing, we just talked," I started, "Dean's new at school, so I invited him over so that we could talk. You know, get to know each other? But we kind of lost track of time, so I just told him to stay over since it was so late. That's all that happened, I promise," I say bringing my knees up to my chest.
It basically is all that did happen, so I wasn't really lying, just not telling the whole truth. Dean's green eyes are trained on me, and his handsome face looks as if he's thinking.
Susan seems to see this too, "What?"
Dean blinks a few times, "What?"
"What are you thinking?" Susan says, rewording her question.
He shakes his head, "Just that I know where Love's ability to ask vague questions come from."
I roll my eyes at his smirk, "That's not-No."
"Yup," Dean says, his smirk turning to a grin.
I lean back on my bed, "No."
"Yes," Dean and Susan day at the same time.
We burst out laughing, everything that happened not long ago in the past. "What happened last night, tell me the truth," Susan says, taking the fun out of the air.
"If you're asking if we did anything, nothing happened. We talked, about what? I promised someone not to tell, but that's all that happened," Dean says, looking straight into Susan's eyes.
Susan looked at me as if checking that what he said was true, suddenly, I decide that I should lighten the mood.
"I still haven't had my first kiss, and I'm still a virgin, so don't look at me like that," I say raising my hands.
Dean's eyebrows rise, and Susan's jaw drops.
"Nicole!" They both days at the same time again, causing us all to go back into a fit of laughter.
"Yes?" I ask after our laughter dies down.
"You're not supposed to say things like that, Love," Dean says walking over to me.
"So?" I ask looking at him.
"It's not lady like," Dean says, still getting closer.
"I'm not a lady," I say as Dean reaches bed.
Susan just watches us from beside me.
"Yeah?" Dean says as he starts tickling me.
I throw my head back against my bed as I laugh my head off.
"D-Dean pl-please sto-stop, it's n-not fu-fun-ny!"I yell laughing.
"No," Dean laughs.
"Dean, you should probably stop before Petey and Mike think that you're hurting her," Susan says laughing.
"Yes ma'am," Dean says finally backing away.
"You're mean," I say curling up, hugging my belly.
"No I'm not, Love," Dean says walking to me.
"No, you're not tickling me again, it's not nice," I say holding my hand out to stop him.
"You're right, I'm not. I promise," Dean says holding his hands up in surrender. I let my hand fall down to my side, as he climbs on the bed.
"Come here, Love," Dean whispers pulling me into him. I nuzzle into him, letting him hold me.
"I'll leave you two alone," Susan says with a smile.
She leaves the room with a smile. I just nod my head and cuddle into Dean's warm side. "Can I go back to sleep now?" I ask Dean.
"Yes, Love, with the morning you've had," Dean whispers pulling me closer to his side. "Sleep well," he whispers into my hair.
"I'll try," I whisper back, burying my head into his side. "Hey Dean, are we friends?" I ask with a yawn.
    "Yeah, Love, I believe we are," Dean says gently.
I finally have a friend...

Sorry that this chapter is kind of short, but it's a filler...I apologize...

—Luna