45 hours

Dean the Douche

I feel Dean step up behind me, his body nearly pressing into mine. "Please Lily. I know you hate me, but I need you to be my girlfriend. For... for five minutes. Please. She won't back off!" His voice is laced with desperation.
"Maaaan..." I hate that I loath Krista and Crystal more than I detest Dean.
"Please." His voice is a whisper in my ear, sending goosebumps down my right hand side. There's a nauseating giggle coming from the living room.
"Alright. Five minutes. You make sure they leave asap!" Dean relaxes against me, his forehead rests on my shoulder. I don't think we've been this close in like... forever.
"Isn't Dean here too?" The sound of Crystal's voice has him tensing, and it grinds my gears that Luke actually let them in. Fangirls are the worst! I turn the heat off and place the saucepan to the side. Then I turn around. Dean takes a step back.
"You better make this up to me, fucktard." I don't really see his face change from worry to surprise, because behind him Luke enters the kitchen and: SHOWTIME!

Grabbing Dean's face I pull it to mine and give him the snog of a lifetime. At first he seems almost frozen. Then he pulls me close and happily gives back as much as I'm giving him.
"Hey! Guys! Not! Cool!" I can almost see Luke covering his eyes and turning to face another direction.
"Ohmygod!" Krista's voice is muffled, like she's covering her mouth in surprise.
"What the hell?" Crystal's sooo pissed off, and I feel my mouth wanting to smile, but I have to sell this for a little while longer.
"Uhm, yeah, let's not stay and watch... this." Luke sounds so uncomfortable. There's the sound of them shuffling back to where they came from and it's time to put a stop to this. Soon.

I drop my hands from where they, for some unfathomable reason, were tangling themselves in Dean's hair. His hands, which have been encircling my waist, move up my sides and cup my face. Tilting it back ever so slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. My hands grab his t-shirt, first to pull him closer, then to push him back. I break the kiss.
Dean's eyes are dark with something I really don't want to explore any further. "I still have a couple minutes." I'm well aware, but I don't know what would happen if we kept going. I might not like the guy, but I'm just as much of a hormonal teenager as he is.
"They left." My voice is way too breathless for my liking. "No need to put on a show if no one's watching."
"Oh, I don't know..." I wish I found his leer annoying instead of funny-cute. "We could always keep our eyes open this time."
I push him further away from me and his face splits into a giant grin at my rolled eyes. "Screw you, dude." Dean only laughs.

"Are you decent?" Luke walks in with his hand over his eyes.
"Seriously Luke?" I send him a murderous glare, which he doesn't see, because his hand still covers his eyes. "Are the stalkers gone?" I need to cool myself down, so I stick my head in the freezer and dig the ice cream out.
Luke chuckles. "Yeah, for some reason Crystal remembered she had somewhere else to be." I turn around just as he fist bumps Dean. "Man, she was super pissed!"
"And you have no issues with us sucking face?" I drop the cartons onto the counter with a thud, making the boys jump. Luke looks between Dean and I, and then he shakes his head.
"You might have fooled Crystal and Krista, but I know you think Dean's a moron."
"Ohmygod Luke! You can't just say that about your best friend! He'll cry and I'll have to film it and post it online and it'll be all awkward and shit!" I gesture at a highly amused Dean.
When he catches my eye he winks at me, proving his dumbassness even more. "I bet you could kiss and make it better, though."
I point an angry finger at him. "This never happened. Wipe it from your memory."
"I wish I could wipe it from my memory." Luke's whisper isn't at all subtle.
I turn back to the stove to get The Sauce. "Luke. Bowls." If I eat enough ice cream, maybe I'll slip into a coma and actually forget the sadly-enough-not-bad-at-all make out session I just had with Dean the Tool.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Luke asks me as much as Dean and it seems as we both think it's a good idea. "I hear 'Burning Sky' is supposed to be really good." I shrug my shoulders. Cheesy action movies aren't really my thing, but I don't mind them.
"Yeah! I heard Mitch Thomas did all his own stunts." Dean's eyes are all sparkly and it makes me want to pour some Sauce over him. Although, that would be a waste of Sauce.
"Yeah, I heard that he broke his leg in one of the final scenes." Luke is ridiculously impressed by Mitch Thomas and everything he does.
"Dudes." I roll my eyes at them both. "I'm seriously eating all of The Sauce. And then I'm making you watch some sappy shit." Luke and Dean turn to look at me like I suggested we pull our fingernails out with pliers. "Or, we get ice cream and watch the movie. Without you guys fucking fangirling over Mitch Lame-o Thomas."
"Lily, you're such a bitch." Luke fills his bowl and stomps into the living room.
"No wonder you're still single..." Dean reaches for the ice cream, but I snatch it away from him. "Hey!"
"Fuck you, Dean." I scoop myself a big portion, pour Sauce all over and put the cartoons of ice cream back into the freezer. Then I flip him off.
"Lily!"
"No. You're a fucking douche." I lick Sauce off the rim of my bowl, it's nearly overflowing. "I saved your ass." Dean's eyes look glassed over and I realise he's spaced out by me licking my bowl. "Perv." With an unapologetic smirk and a shrug of his shoulders he goes to get the ice cream. And me, I go spread out on the sofa in the living room. Luke's in the recliner, it's his movie spot, and if someone sits there he'll be all whiny and throw tantrums until you move. So sitting there is not worth it, trust me.