Road Trip With The Bad Boy

Chapter Ten: The One With Everything

Song Suggestion: Youth by Shawn Mendes ft. Khalid

NICOLE'S POV

"Yes."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Now you're just being mean," I huff and lean back against the back of the booth.
    "No, I'm not. I just don't think that you need ice cream, especially since I'm gonna be stuck with you for the next three hours," Dean sighs while shanking his head.
     "But I do need ice cream," I whine, sliding down the seat.
      "No, you don't."
        "Yes, I do."
        "No."
         "Yes."
          "Shut up and get your girlfriend the damn ice cream," one of the waiters snaps at us.
        "Yeah, Dean. Get your girlfriend some ice cream," I elbow him in the ribs.
        "Good thing I don't have one," Dean shrugs before taking a bite out of his burger.
        "Oh, I see how it is. I'm not your friend anymore, okay," I cross my arms and look away before sighing dramatically.
      "You are my friend, Nicole, just not my girlfriend," Dean assures me.
     "So you'll get me some ice cream?" I ask leaning back into him.
      "Fine, but don't blame me when you're bouncing off of the walls," Dean huffs before taking another bite of his burger.
      I smile before hugging the daylights out of him, "Thank you!"
     "Don't mention it," Dean grumbles playfully before wrapping his arms around me.
     After we're both done eating, Dean heads to the counter of the Dairy Queen and orders my Oreo blizzard and his cookie dough blizzard. I thank him a million times while we wait for them. When our ice cream finally arrives, we eat them...or try to anyway. Somehow ice cream ended up on Dean's nose and on my forehead...I don't know how that happened...
     "I can't believe we just got kicked out of DQ!" I exclaim while we get back on Dean's bike.
     "I can, you attacked me with your ice cream!" Dean starts the bike.
      "I don't know what you're talking about, your highness," I say innocently.
      "I'm sure you don't," Dean grumbles.
       "I can believe we just said everything starting with 'I,'" I point out.
       "Yup," Dean laughs lightly before heading off. We've been on the road for six hours and somehow, for some reason...I got bored. I know, it's weird, isn't it? I had nothing to do, no music to listen to, no book to read, yet somehow I. Got. Bored. I might have some disease. Either that or Dean needs to learn that normal human beings can't go nine hours without anything to do and nothing to eat.
       The rest of the ride is quiet but beautiful. The leaves are all turning orange, red, and yellow. The air is just the perfect mixture of cool and warm. Everything is perfect...except for the fact that I'm bored. Other than that, it's nice.
     My hair blows back with the wind as we drive from one road to another, just going wherever Dean feels like going. North Carolina is by far one of the prettiest states that I've been to. The trees fly past in a blur of red, green, yellow, orange, and brown, a mirage of all colors. Like an artist just smeared all five colors together on a canvas.
     Around seven o'clock, Dean pulls into a hotel and we get a room. We carry our bags, more like Dean carries our bags, into the hotel room. There's only one bed, but we're both okay with it. Nothing we haven't done before.
      "Sooo...sleepover?" I ask, plopping down on the bed. Dean joins me, laying his head on my belly.
        "Yeah, I guess," he laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist.
     "Ooo, what are we going to do? Paint each other's nails, braid our hair, sing songs?" I ask while playing with his soft brown hair.
      "How about we settle for talking, eating, watching TV, and sleeping, yeah?" Dean laughs.
       "Yeah," I yawn at the sound of sleep.
        "You can't seriously be sleepy," Dean props himself up on his right elbow and looks at me.
        "No promises," I laugh before reaching for the remote and looking for something to watch.
       Around eight, Dean and I agree on ordering pizza. He orders a medium pepperoni while I order a small cheese one.
       "Andy Griffith or John Wick?" Dean asks while setting the bed up to where we can both eat comfortably.
       "Andy Griffith, duh," I roll my eyes.
       "No need to go all Jacky Chan on me," Dean deadpans.
      "Who even is that?" I ask, sitting back on the bed.
     "He's a guy that's really, really good at kung-fu," Dean answers.
       "Like Chuck Norris?"
        "Yeah, just Jacky is Asian," Dean pulls me into him.
     "Cool," I snuggle into him as we watch reruns of The Andy Griffith Show. I laugh at Barney and Otis as they argue about something. I love this show.
It's not long before a knock at the door shatters my concentration on the show, the nerve. Dean unwraps my arms from around his torso as I whine about the stupid delivery guy's timing, and opens the door.
The delivery guy is young, around our age if not younger, with blonde hair, green eyes, and a crooked grin. He may be young, but he looks like a real trouble maker. I'd hate to be in his class...like seriously.
After Dean retrieves our pizza and pays the delivery dude, we eat while watching the episode of Andy Griffith where the movie producer guy came to town...I always thought that, that guy was weird, but whatever.
Yawning, I look to Dean, only to find him looking back at me. When his green eyes meet mine, I honestly feel like I'm melting. If only he would just hurry up and kiss me.
I know that I shouldn't be thinking these things and that he most likely only sees me as a friend or a sister, but I came to terms with my feelings. If he doesn't like me in that way...well, I've been through worse, trust me.
That in mind, I snuggle into his chest while his arms wrap around my waist and his chin finds a home on my shoulder.
"Do we have dessert?" I ask, leaning my head against his:
"No, and you don't need any," Dean answers sternly.
"Yes, Daddy," I grumble childly.
"Don't call me that," the whispers against my cheek.
"Why not? Is Daddy a little picky with his nicknames?" I push while poking Dean's nose playfully.
"No, I just don't like you calling me that. What happened to Panda?"
"Nothing, you were just being bossy," I laugh.
"Well...please don't call me Daddy," Dean whispers again.
"Yes, Panda," I laugh before turning my attention back to the TV.
It doesn't take long for me to get drowsy, but before I relax and fall asleep, I look at Dean...who's already looking at me, again.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" I ask, turning around and facing him.
"Because you're beautiful, Love," Dean answers, gently brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear, his fingertips sliding gently across my cheek.
"I think that your eyes are deceiving you," I look down. I'm ugly, I always have been and always will be.
"I don't think so," Dean whispers, getting closer.
"Well maybe you should, Dean," I look back up at the guy that I like as...more than just friends.
"No, I shouldn't...and neither should you, Love. You're the most beautiful girl that I've ever laid eyes on, and I've been all over the US and England. Nicole...," he trails off.
"What?"
"I like you...a lot. I have every since I stayed that very first night, I like how playful and gentle you are even though your past is as sharp as a knife. I want to help you through stuff, and be here for you...no matter what happens," he places his rather large hand on my cheek.
"I just...I just was...I was wonder if you would be my girlfriend," he's whispering by the end, but I heard it.
"I would love to be your girlfriend," I whisper, smiling.
He looks into my hazel eyes, "May I kiss you?"
I nod before he slowly leans in. The second that his lips meet mine, my body is engulfed in flames, a light fire dancing its way from my lips and his hands down my neck and to my fingertips that find their way onto his chest.
It doesn't last long, but it means the world to me.
"Was that you're first?" Dean asks, his lips skim over mine as he speaks.
I nod before blushing and looking away from my...boyfriend. He laughs gently, "That's nothing to be embarrassed by, Love. You're fifteen and have kept something that most girls just give away at an age much younger than us. Be proud."
I blush deeper at his words, hoping that he doesn't notice...but he does.
"Come here, Love," Dean whispers while pulling me to where I'm straddling him. "May I please kiss you again?"
I nod once more and instantly, his lips meet mine. Our lips move slowly in sync as his hands find their way to my waist. I don't know what to do with mine, so I rest them on his chest once again.
When he pulls away, I lean forwards and wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his chest. "Thank you," my voice is muffled against his body, but I know that he heard it.
"What for?" He lays his forehead against the top of my head.
"Everything," I answer, before nuzzling into his chest and falling asleep.

"C'mon, Love, please?" Dean asks, shaking my shoulders lightly.
"No, we're on vacation. Vacation means sleep," I whine and cuddling back into him.
"You have been sleeping," Dean whispers into my hair.
"Not enough," I argue sleepily.
"Thirty minutes, but then we're getting up," Dean states before nuzzling into my neck.
"Thanks," I breath out.
"You're welcome, Love." I fall asleep to Dean's breath heating my neck and shoulder.

"I can't believe that you're my boyfriend," I deadpan.
"Why not?" Dean asks, looking up at me from his crouched position.
"Because you freaking got us lost...in a forest," I answer, looking my boyfriend straight in the green eyes.
"Yeah...at least we're in nature though," Dean shrugs before adding, "Plus, I'm gonna get us out of here in no time. We've got signal, I've just got to wait for my battery to charge."
"I also can't believe that you didn't charge your phone last night," I huff before sitting down next to Dean and drawing in the dirt with my finger.
"Hey, I had other things on my mind," Dean playfully elbows me in the ribs.
"Really? Like what?" I ask innocently.
"Like asking the most beautiful girl in the world to be my girlfriend," Dean pulls me into his lap and hugs me from behind.
"Really? Was it fun?"
"I don't know, why don't you ask her?"
I pretend to think for a while, but I know the answer. It was the second-best day of my life. The first being the day that I got adopted by Mike and Susan.
"She says that it was the second-best day of her life," I look at Dean.
"What was the first?"
"Being adopted by Mike, Susan, and Peter," I answer, leaning into my boyfriend.
"Dang, I can't top that," Dean curses under his breath.
"No...you can't. I'm sorry, Panda," I laugh, poking his nose.
"That doesn't mean that I can't try," Dean whispers before pressing his lips to my cheek.
"I know," I turn around and peck his lips before getting up and walking to a tree before leaning against that in the shade. Dean sits beside me and we watch as the sun makes all of the leaves glow.
It doesn't take long for Dean's phone to charge and not even three minutes after that, we're on the road again. Just driving and winding our way through the back roads. This time, I don't get bored, because I have one thing stuck in my mind:

I have a boyfriend.

A/N: Sup, sorry for the wait. I've had school off and my summer just started! Yay! Not. Stupid Coronavirus. I can't even go out to see my best friend that lives fifteen minutes away!
Anywho...
I've been pretty busy, but I'll spare you the details, my life is boring. I hope that you are all staying safe and healthy! Have fun with whatever you can do around the barn, house, or wherever.

—Luna