Road Trip With The Bad Boy

Chapter Nine: The One Going On A Trip

Song Suggestion: Walking the Wire by Imagine Dragons

Sorry guys, this one is kind of a filler....
 
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NICOLE'S POV

     "Let's just go, what's so special about Thanksgiving anyway? Chandler doesn't even celebrate it!" I know I'm overreacting, and so does Dean.
     "Don't you think that your brother would want you for Thanksgiving?" Dean asks, playing with my hair.
     "No, all he does is watch stupid football. I'm still with the rest of the world on that stupid name. Soccer really should be called freaking Football, not whatever they watch," I grumble.
     "Um...okay," Dean sighs, "I'm confused, because football to me is soccer to you and American Football is a complete different sport."
      "Peter and Mike watch American Football on Thanksgiving," I deadpan.
      "Okay, thank you," Dean laughs.
       "So?"
        "So?"
        "Can we leave tomorrow? I'll even help you pack! I wanna leave this place for a bit!" I turn around facing Dean.
        "Ask your parents, and you are helping me pack, because I absolutely suck at packing," Dean laughs, gently running his hands through my hair.
      Oh how I wish he would just kiss me...
No! That can't happen, you said so yourself!
      I know, but I was soooo wrong...I bet he's a-
Stop! Spare. Me. The. Details.
      "Sure thing, but your coming with me, Panda!" I grab Dean's hand, ignoring the tingles, and drag him out of the room.
       "Fine, drag me there why don't ya?" Dean grumbles.
      "Shut up, Mr. Scrooge!" I laugh.
      We get to the living room where Susan, Mike, and Peter are sitting, watching an episode of FRIENDS.
      "So...um...Dean?" I ask, instantly getting nervous.
      "Oh, no, if was your idea. You're asking them," Dean says turning around to walk back up the steps.
     "But you're the one that brought it up the other night!" I exclaim.
      "Why do you always have to be right?" Dean grumbles grumpily.(see what I did there?) I start laughing at my own joke.
     Dean raises his eyebrows at me playfully, "So...Nicole thought that it would be a good idea that we go on a road trip and leave tomorrow."
     All eyes. On us. Instantly. Nope! I'm out, see ya Dean!
     I bound up the stairs, ignoring Dean calls. They gave us the look! You know that look that your parents give you right before they send you to the mental ward? Yeah...that's the one.
    I close my door and slide down against it, hearing a bunch of muffled voices. Then I hear footsteps climbing the stairs, I'm screwed! Then I'm being slid across the floor because someone opened it.
    "Not the smartest place to hide, Love. You also bailed on me!" Dean exclaims sitting next to me against the now closed door.
     "Leave me alone, and they gave us the look, so I simply ran for my life!" I reason.
     "Well, I just want to let you know that with some negotiation and a few promises, we can leave tomorrow for our trip," Dean says smiling.
     "REALLY?" I ask jumping up on my feet.
     "Yes, Love," Dean laughs with a smile.
      "Let's get to packing, and since we're leaving tomorrow, can we pwease sleep at your place?" I ask sitting back down against the door.
     "I guess," Dean sighs. I smile and lean against him.
      "I guess I gotta pack then," I say after a few minutes. Dean nods, getting up and then helps me up.
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   Two hours. That's how long it took me to pack, make sure I have everything thing, double check, have Susan check, and then make Dean help me triple check.
     "I'm exhausted," I yawn, laying down on my bed. Dean sits down beside me with a small smile etched on his face.
    "What?" I ask, it comes out as a groan though.
    "It's only three in the afternoon," Dean laughs.
   "And?"
    "And most teenagers are out past one in the morning."
   "Well, I don't think anyone has to worry about me being one of those people," I laugh before continuing, "I think that we should head to your place to get you packed and sleep."
     "Yeah," Dean nods before helping me up and grabbing my bags.
    "How are we going to get all of our stuff on your bike?" I ask him. I'm a light packer, but I'm pretty sure that, that bike can't carry two suitcases.
    "You'll see," Dean laughs, his green eye hold mischief in them. What is this boy planning?

     It takes us fifteen minutes to get my suitcase on his bike before we head off, I still have no clue whatsoever on how we're going to get his suitcase on here.
     We arrive at Dean's foster parent's house within fifteen minutes, and race up the stairs to his room. I feel stupid when he explains to me that he has a small suitcase that fits perfectly in one of the capartments on his bike.
     We pack his bag quickly, and he fights me on everything. "Dean, you need a toothbrush!" I exclaim.
     "No I don't, well only be gone a few days," Dean tried to reason.
     "So? You still need to brush your teeth!" I pick the toothbrush and toothpaste, and put it in his toiletries bag. "And leave it! You're acting like a little kid!"
     "Leave me alone!"
      "That's my line," I deadpan.
      "Well now it's mine," Dean laughs, zipping his bag up.
      I collapse on top of his bed and close my eyes while Dean leaves to pack his bike. I'm almost asleep when the door opens.
    "Are y'all going somewhere?" Lena asks.
"Yes ma'am, we're just gonna go on a road trip tomorrow for a couple of day," I pause, "I hope that's alright, I mean we asked my parents, but I honestly never thought about asking you guys." I start panicking, how rude could I get?
"Oh, no, it's okay really. I was just...your the only person that Dean's talked to without snapping or getting angry. You've really done a number on him," she smiles.
I blush, I never thought that a goddess such as herself could be so nice, "It's nothing really, we just hang out."
Dean walks in, "Oh...hey Lena."
"Hey, Dean," they act like it's awkward.
"Speak of the devil and he'll appear," I smile, making a small attempt at breaking the ice between them.
Dean raises his eyebrows, "You we're talking about me?"
"No, older brother, I think they were talking about me!" Caleb suddenly pushes through the door and sits next to me on the bed. I stiffen and move away from the perverted boy. He gives me the major creeps, especially how he talks about me.
With a simple eyes roll, Dean walks around the bed and sits between Caleb and I. I instantly relax, he knows me so well.
"Actually, Caleb, they were talking about me," That's a new voice. I creep closer to Dean, my hand wrapping around Dean's.
"Relax, Love, it's just Richy, my stepdad," Dean whispers to me. I nod, but don't move.
A guy who looks to be in his forties arrives next to Lena. He's quite handsome, in that biker/Poseidon way. He too could be a god if he wanted too. Effortless beauty, just like Dean.
"May I ask who you are?" Richy asks, nodding to me.
"N-Nicole," I stutter.
He nods, "Well, nice to meet you, Nicole. We've heard a lot about you."
I look down, blushing. Dean squeezes my hand gently and I look up to meet his green eyes. "Um...we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, so do y'all mind leaving?" Dean says rather rudely.
I smack him on the back of the head. He sighs, "Please?"
"Of course, darling," Lena smiles, before walking out, Richy and Caleb following suit.
"Dean, do you really have to be so rude to them? They give you everything," I sigh laying down on his lap.
"Yes," Dean bites his lip.
I playfully grab his nose, "No you don't, and you better get used to me coming over so that I know that you cut this behavior out. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Mum," he sighs with a slight smile playing at his lips.
"Good, now let's get to sleeping," I say getting up and walking to his closet to find a shirt that I can wear for PJ's.
After getting dressed into one of Dean's really big t-shirts, I cuddle into him on the bed and start to doze off.
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I wake up with a buzz going, I'm so excited to go on this trip, just me and Dean. This is really what I need, time to just think about everything. I mean especially after that bomb that Officer Jackson dropped on Wednesday. It's now Friday and I still don't know what to think.
Of course I'm going, Antonio save my life, but I have questions. I thought that he was serving life for what he did to my father, but he's getting out early. Why?
"You ready?" Dean asks, walking out of the bathroom with his hair wet. It now looks black and really shiny. It also brings out his emerald green eyes. God, I need to stop staring, but I can't. It's impossible.
"Love, you're staring," Dean smiles and envelopes me into a hug.
"Ooo, no. You're cold," I shriek, pulling away from the freezing kid.
He laughs and pulls his leather jacket on. Oh yeah... I run to Dean's room and grab the leather jacket that Dean gave me. After pulling it on, I follow Dean down the stairs and to his bike.
"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Dean asks, looking me straight in the eyes.
I nod, "Yes, I've never been so sure in my entire life!"
"Okay," with a sigh, Dean hands me a helmet before pulling one on himself. After we both have the helmets on, Dean mounts with me following suit, and he starts the bike.
Here we go!