Road Trip With The Bad Boy

Chapter Six: The One With A New Room

Song Request: Tonight Tonight by the Hot Chelle Rae

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I groan, "I swear if that's a bug crawling on my shoulder, I'm screaming 'till the neighbors call the police."
I woke up feeling something on my shoulder, I instantly froze and am now waiting for Dean to answer me, he hasn't.
Cracking my eyes open, I see an impish face looking at me, not Dean. On impulse, I scream and throw myself back.
"What's going on, Love," a tired Dean says from behind me.
His arm is still holding me to him, awe! I slap Dean's head, trying to get him to look. While all of this is going on, the imp looking person has the audacity to laugh his butt off, how rude.
"Ow! Caleb?" Dean asks confused.
"Man, you should've seen the chicks face! It was priceless!" This kid, Caleb, says, throwing himself on the floor.
"You grasshole!" I yell, throwing myself back on the bed and cuddling into Dean to go back to sleep.
"When did you get back?" I hear Dean ask Caleb.
"Uh... 'bout fifteen minutes ago," Caleb replies.
"It's three in the damn morning. Go. To. Bed," Dean spits at him, leaning closer to me.
"But I can't, I wanna know what's the deal with this chick, she's cute. Not my type, but hey wanna share?" I tense up.
"Dude, leave before you won't be able to walk out on your own," Dean says, poison dripping in his voice.
"Fine man, you don't have to be that way, I just wanna share your lays, but never mind," Caleb says. I hear footsteps and a door opening and then closing.
"God, he gives me the creeps," Dean says under his breath. I nod and cuddle into him, my rock.
"'Night," Dean says, nuzzling into my neck.
I hum and close my eyes, "Wait, tell me that there aren't bugs on me."
Dean laughs, "There's no bugs in my room...I promise."
I nod and cuddle closer into him, probably taking up all of his body heat, but hey...it's warm. With that, I fall back asleep...
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"Love, it's time to wake up," Dean's voice says in my ear.
"Ug, five for minutes," I groan and pull the blanket over my face.
"Sorry, Love, but can't do that," Dean says, slowly pulling the blanket off of me.
"Fine," I sit up and see that Dean's already dressed. "What am I gonna wear?"
He gets up and walks to a door which is what I assume to be his closet. My guess is proved correct when he opens the door and is met with clothes.
"Here, this is the smallest thing that I own," Dean says, handing me a gray hoodie.
"Thanks," I say pulling the hoodie on, I smile, "it smells like you."
Dean laughs, "Well it is mine, Love."
I lean back on his bed and close my eyes, "Can I come back after school and help you make this place home?"
He looks at me confused, "What do you mean?"
"You forget that I was a foster kid too, you're not moved in," I say gesturing to the room.
"Yeah," Dean says looking down.
"So? Pleeeeaaase?" I ask, drawing out the word.
"It's not even guaranteed that I'll stay here, they don't seem to like me that much," Dean says with a sigh.
"Do you do anything to let them like you, or do you close yourself up in your room?" I ask sitting up and facing him.
"I...uh..."
"That's what I thought, come on," I get up and grab Dean's hand.
"Where are we going?" I ignore his question and wonder around the house with Dean in tow.
"The kitchen was here! No it wasn't, where was it?" I mutter to myself, trying to find the kitchen. I finally stop and turn to Dean, "Where's the kitchen?"
He leads me down the stairs and through the living room. "It's a simple floor plan, Nicole, you should be able to find your way through here," Dean says, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Shut up," I mumble and brush past Dean, entering the room.
It's not a very big kitchen, but it's bigger than the one in Mike and Susan's house, I should be able to work with this...
I open the fridge and find some eggs and bacon. I hate cooking with meat, I'll put Dean on meat duty, that'll work.
"Dean, you're on meat duty, I hate cooking with meat," I say, handing him the bacon.
"Why do I have to cook?"
"Because, you're gonna show your foster parents that they should like you," I say, turning around to find the pans.
"Why do you care?" Dean asks, he still hasn't moved.
I sigh, "Because, I can't lose you."
He looks at me, his eyes gentle, "You're not gonna lose me."
"I will if you mess this up, and they give you the boot," I say. "Jackpot!" I yell after finding the pans. After setting everything up, I start cooking everything.
"Um...it's popping," Dean says, referring to the bacon.
"It's supposed to do that, flip it!" I scold him.
"Sorry," Dean laughs while flipping the bacon.
"What smells so good?" Caleb asks walking into the kitchen.
"Food," I say putting the last of the eggs on a plate.
"I can see that, I didn't know that Dean here cooked," Caleb says with a smirk.
"I don't, she made me," Dean says glaring at Caleb.
Caleb's attention is on me now, uh oh. Instinctively, I take a step into Dean, this guy wanted to do not very appropriate stuff to me last night, nu uh, he ain't getting close to me!
"Leave her alone Caleb, before I shove you in that closet again," Dean says, putting his arm around my waist.
"Come on, she's cute!" Caleb takes a step closer to us.
"She's not one of your skanks that you bang every day! Leave. Her. Alone!" Dean yells at Caleb.
The color drains from Caleb's face at Dean's anger, and he instantly takes a few steps back. I put my hand on Dean's chest and he looks at me, his hard eyes turn soft and he sighs.
"I'm sorry, you just don't know when to back off," Dean says looking down.
"Uh, y-yeah, I'll go wake Mom and Dad up," Caleb says walking out of the room.
Dean shakes his head, "The great Caleb Rodriguez everybody."
I lean my head on Dean's shoulder while he finishes cooking the bacon and flinch whenever the sudden sound of footsteps going down the stairs boom through the kitchen.
I look at Dean, "Are you done?"
He answers with a simple nod and placing a piece of bacon on his mouth. I shake my head laughing, "K, we've got to go, don't want to be late."
He then again, nods and sticks another piece of bacon in his mouth. We grab our bags, and leave the house as Caleb comes down the stairs followed by a couple, who I assume is Dean's foster parents. I mount the bike behind Dean, who starts it and takes off. I close my eyes, taking in the feeling of the wind in my hair, and Dean's body so close to mine...
Woah, when did those thoughts start popping up in my head?
I don't know, but they've got to stop, it's not okay.
We arrive just on time and race to our first class. Perfect timing too, for the bell rings just as we walk through the door. Well, I'm in for another day of boring school...
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"Boo!" I say walking up behind Dean.
He turns around, smiling, "Hey, Love."
"Hey, I was wondering if we could maybe skip lunch and just hang out," I say nudging Dean with my shoulder.
"Why?"
"Uh...well, Dakota's back, and I don't want something to happen," I say looking down, finding a sudden new interest in my shoes.
Dean gently places his hand under my chin and lifts it up so that I look at him, "I won't let them do anything to you, I promise. You're safe with me, and I'll avoid a fight with them at all costs, okay?"
I nod and hug him, "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Love," he whispers, hugging me back, "We can skip if you still want to, but we don't have to, alright?"
I nod once again, before taking his hand and walking out of the school and to one of the benches, where we just sit and talk. After the bell rings, we both head our separate ways.
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"Welcome back to my not so humble home," Dean says with a grin plastered on his face.
"That's not nice, Dean, they do a lot for you and you know it," I say poking his chest.
With a roll of his eyes, he grabs my hand and basically drags me up the stairs and to his room. We both collapse on the bed.
"I never got to thank you for last night," I say looking at him in his beautiful green eyes.
Dean's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Uh...I haven't slept a full night in a long time Dean. I uh...normally wake up from a nightmare, b-but last night, I didn't wake up from a nightmare, and it might not seem like a big deal to you. But it's a huge deal to me, and thank you, thank you very, very much for that," I say rolling over and hugging him.
Dean sits up with me still hugging him, "You're welcome, Love."
"Why do you call me Love?" I ask him. For a second, I swear that his eyes become lighter and his pupils bigger, but it must be my eyes playing tricks on me.
"Uh...I don't know, I just do..."he trails off, "I can stop if you want."
I instantly shake my head, "No, it's just kind of unfair that you have a nickname for me, and I don't have one for you."
He laughs, "Okay, what do you want to call me?"
Uh...what should I call him? Something that has to do with his eyes, calming and gentle. " Uh...I don't know," I think for a while, just straight out staring at him.
I must look creepy
Well stop staring at him you weirdo!
No, why would I do that?
This isn't helping any of our cases...
I smile, "There's no way that you'll agree, but Panda."
He gives me a confused look, "Why Panda?"
"Because, you're cute and cuddly, and calm, but you can be fierce and protective if you want to be," I say, cocking my head sideways.
"You look like a dog when you do that," Dean laughs.
"Leave me alone, but can I call you that?" I ask nudging him with my shoulder.
"I guess," Dean sighs.
I smile and attack him with a hug. "We're not gonna ignore that fact that you called me cute though," Dean says hugging me back.
"I didn't call you cute," did I?
"Yes, yes you did," Dean laughs.
Heat rushes to my cheeks and I bight my lips, whoops, he wasn't supposed to know that...
"Awe, you're blushing," Dean coos while brushing his thumb across my cheek.
I bury my head in Dean's chest. He is cute though!!!! Dean's arms slip around my waist as he leans back, pulling me down with him. "You said that you want to help me make this place more homey...well how does that work?" Dean finally asks.
"Well, what do you want? I can try and do something to help make this place like your vision," I say, poking his nose.
"I don't know, and I don't really care. Do what you want," Dean says shrugging.
I smile and get up, "Seriously?"
Dean nods, "Yeah, I don't care."
Three hours, that's how long that it took me to get his room looking like I wanted it to, and I am now exhausted. I went through his closet and found a bunch of fairy lights, so I had Dean help me pin them around the top of his walls.
And then I went online and found a bunch of cool pictures and hung them up on the wall with some fairy lights. That's basically it though, it took way too long for the small amount of work done, but it looks like someone actually lives here now...
"Wow," I yelp when I hear another voice coming from the door and fall off of the bed.
"Ow," I groan, rubbing my head.
"You good, Love?" Dean asks, helping me up.
"Yeah, just got startled," I say looking at the door. A lady stands there, dark brown, wavy hair that flows down past her shoulders and warm, coffee colored eyes.
"Uh...Nicole, this is Lena, my foster mom," Dean says, motion to the beautiful woman in front of us.
"Hi," I smile at her.
"Hi, did you do this?" She asks looking around the room. I nod and step into Dean as she walks around the room.
"You did a great job," she then looks at Dean, "Keep her around, you could learn something from her."
I blush and bury my head into Dean, who laughs and replies, "Trust me, I will."
At that, my cheeks get even more red and I bite my lip to keep myself from jumping in the bed and staying there forever.
Doesn't sound bad, let's do it!
No, wait 'till Aphrodite leaves
You're right, can't make a fool out of myself in front of a goddess!
I stand there and watch as she makes her way around the room and finally out the door.
As soon as the door closes, I grab Dean by the collar of his shirt and collapse on the bed, bringing him down with me.
We lay there, in a comfortable silence for God knows how long before I hear the soft snores coming from the Panda Bear beside me.
I laugh and cuddle into him. His arms unconsciously wrap around my waist, making me feel instantly safe.
I sigh, before nuzzling into his neck, breathing in his smell, and falling asleep...