45 hours

Not Thinking Things Through

The movie isn't the worst Mitch Thomas movie I've seen, but the plot is ridiculous and the heroine is vapid and useless. I had hoped that Dean would take the hint and go sit on the floor or something, but he's right there next to me on the sofa. Which shouldn't surprise me. He is a douchebag tool and it's not fair of me to expect him to use his brain for anything other than playing video games and being stupid.
"Dude, they have 'Soulless' on here now!" Luke's been flipping through movies, trying to find something else to watch.
"Man, I don't know. It's like 2 AM or something." All the sugar in my veins has me buzzing, but my thoughts are all sluggish and incoherent.
"Aw, are you tired? Do you need me to tuck you in?" Dean is wiggling his eyebrows at me and I don't even try to hold my punch in.
"Stop being a perv!"
"Ouch!" He rubs his upper arm, the leer on his face successfully removed by my fist. "That'll leave a bruise!"
"Yeah, well, maybe it'll remind you to not being all... to be all yuck." I know there's a better word, a stronger word, but the yawns demanding to escape my body take over. Dean snorts, but keeps whatever retort he had in mind to himself.
"Are you done? Or do I have to wait for the wedding?" I can barely make out Luke's pissy face in the semi-darkness.
"Whatever." I collect out bowls and dump them in the sink, before taking a bathroom break.

They have Soulless on hold for when I get back. Luke is nowhere to be seen and Dean is busy on his phone. Spreading the blanket on myself I try taking up as much space as possible and then pull it all the way up to my chin.
"Lily?" Dean's way closer than I thought he'd be. "Like, I need one more favour."
"Oh, for fuck's sake Dean. What?" He has his phone stretched out towards me. "Want me to break it?" I'm not even trying to hide the hope in my voice.
"Funny."
"You know I am."
"No, I need you to post a girlfriend selfie on my stories." The blanket falls to the floor as I sit up straight.
"Dude. No. You might be a complete moron, but we share friends and they'll see it and I don't want anyone to get any ideas. And it's only stupidly insecure girlfriends who do shit like that. I do not want to come across as stupid or insecure."
"If it makes you feel any better, you can totally say you're only using me for my body." He lifts his t-shirt a little, but I don't need to see skin to know he has a nice body. I've been swimming enough times with him and Luke to know Dean is very fit.

I'm about to tell him to fuck off when I have The Best Idea. I feel the smile growing in my face. Dean is leaning back a little, his face slightly worried. "If that's the case, I should like totally have a compromising picture of you on my phone." I actually didn't think Dean could blush. "It's only fair. And I promise to make the..." I shudder. "...the girlfriend pic real convincing."
His phone buzzes. He glances at the notification and winces. "Just for the record. Crystal is telling me you're the biggest slut."
I snort. "Slut shaming. You'd think she'd get more creative with her insults. But then I'm not really expecting much from her. And really, insulting someone's girlfriend, is that the way you get them to choose you? Pathetic." Lamenting the lack of sense in some of my fellow young women, I kick the blanket off my feet and get up. "Come on then. We need to make this believable." Dean looks at me like I've spoken in Chinese.
"What's going on?" Luke looks like a crazy person, he's run his hands through his hair, like he does when he's super tired.
"We're gonna pretend some more." I nod towards Dean, who still hasn't moved from the sofa.
"What?" Luke looks from his best friend to me.
My smile is more evil than anything, I just know it. "Oh, just a bit of a photoshoot."
Throwing his hands up, Luke turns and walks towards the kitchen. "You know what. I don't want to know."
"Come on Dean. Or maybe you actually want Crystal to haunt you forever?" That has him stumbling after me.

Dean hesitates before taking that final step into my room. I turn on the fairy-lights over my bed and pull the covers down. "Ehm, Lily?"
"Don't worry. I'm not demanding you be completely naked. Only half-naked. Take your t-shirt off." I point to my bed. "If I'm ever to steal a boyfriend's phone, it'll be when he's sleeping." Dean nods stupidly, but pulls his t-shirt off, and I take a second to admire the nice shape of this idiot. When he's sat on my bed I let my hair down and remove my top. His eyes go to my bra and then his cheeks blush furiously as he averts his eyes.
He awkwardly clears his throat. "So, how do you want me?"
I push the bra straps down, so it'll look like I'm naked if I pull my covers high enough. "Give me your phone. Unlock it. Lie down." I shove at him, making him scoot over. I lay down on my back. "Now. Pretend you've fallen asleep." I turn my head. His face is so close. "Sleeping usually means your eyes are closed." Dean shuts his eyes and I lift his phone up to snap a couple of pictures. "No. It looks all weird." I elbow Dean and show him.
"Yeah." He shifts about. "Maybe if I turn around?" Hesitantly he puts his arm over my stomach and then he turns his head to face the wall. I ignore the comfortable warmth of his closeness.

Pulling the covers up to hide my bra even more, I hold the phone, angling it so that I take up most of the shot, but making sure there's a hint of "sleeping boy" in there. I try to figure out what face to make. Do I smile? Smirk? Duck face? Wink? Stick my tongue out? "So I can do this however I want?"
"Uhm, yeah. I guess."
I decide to go for a cheeky wink and tongue picture. "And I'm posting on snapchat and insta?"
"Yeah. That's where she follows me."
"Man, you should just block her." Dean just shrugs. The urge to do stupid shit on his social media is overwhelming. Holding my breath I post the pic to his stories. Clenching my fist I close the apps and let my breath out. "Done."
Dean turns to me and raises himself up on an elbow. "Show me." I roll my eyes, but open his insta again to show him the picture. "That's... that's really good, Lily." He grabs his phone to take a closer look. I have this weird feeling in my chest as he smirks down at my picture.
"Fingers crossed she'll fuck off now." I hate that the blinding smile he shoots at me has my stomach doing a bit of a flip. "Now it's my turn."
"What?"
I get up and grab my phone from my bedside table. "Pose for me, I need that compromising picture." Dean looks at me with a smidgen of loathing in his eyes. "No no no, I need you to smoulder. Think sex. Think... wankable."
His eyebrows rise to meet his hairline. "Are you saying you're gonna wank off to my picture?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I might rent it to someone who gets off on you... Although, I would hate to make deals with Crystal." Dean flips me off and tries to get out of bed. I place my hand on his chest and he pauses to look me in the eye. I feel my cheeks growing hot and quickly remove my hand. "Kidding! But honestly. You have your picture, I want mine. Fair's fair." With a sigh he flops down on my pillow and throws his arm over his face. "Dude. Don't move!" He nearly does. "No. Keep still." This is the money shot. His bare chest in the half light, his face behind a strong arm and his trousers hidden under the covers. I take a step back and take the shot. Then I snap a couple extra. In case he doesn't stick.

The sound of me placing my phone back on my bedside table has Dean stirring. "I'm like falling asleep here."
"Nuhu! Not in my bed!" I poke him in the side, making him huff a laugh. "You have a mattress on the floor in Luke's room. Go sleep on that." The sound of my brother coming up the stairs has me grabbing the first piece of clothing I can find and pulling it over my head.
Luke appears in the doorway, phone in hand and an incredulous look on his face. "Are you guys fucking crazy? Or just fucking?"
"What?" Dean and I speak at the same time.
"Your stories, man!" Luke waves his phone. "I don't need to know if you guys are doing it, but man, I hope you're not."
"It's a last ditched attempt by your boi here to lose the crazy." I jerk my thumb in Dean's general direction. "Apparently the face sucking didn't keep her away for too long." I hear Dean getting up from my bed.
"We'll see though. I mean, I just want her to back off."
I roll my eyes. "Have you tried actually telling her to back off?" Luke moves out of the way as Dean steps outside of my room, he's still shirtless and I realise I'm wearing his t-shirt. Oh well, I get to leer some more then.
"I don't want to be a dick." I share a look with my twin. Dean looks between us. "Fuck you." He lumbers off to Luke's room.
Luke watches him go and runs a hand through his hair. "I'm guessing we'll watch Soulless tomorrow then?"
I shrug my shoulders. "Probably."
"And I'm guessing Dean will never get his t-shirt back?"
I grin. "Duh."
With an exaggerated sigh Luke shakes his head. "I'll break it to him gently."