(i wrote this over a year ago and forgot all about it. but i kinda like it... idk tho, do you think i should keep it going or forget all about it again?)



It all started at the beginning of junoir year, when she met someone who changed everything, when she met Dean. He was The kind of boy that made you believe in the imposable. The one that would somehow convince you that jumping off the bridge into the north burrow creek in mid-october was a good idea; for the record, it wasn't. He was passionate and charming and full of life. He was a writer, a poet, mysterious and lost. He was beautiful inside and out. He had dark brown hair and deep, soulfull, dark blue eyes. He had one dimple on his left cheek, and the whitest teeth. He didn't smile much but when he did Lily would melt.

When she first talked to him it was a thursday and school just let out. Everyone was rushing to there cars and trying to get away from school as fast as they could. It was a cold fall day in Maine. Lily wrapped her light jacket around her tighter as she looked around for Clark and his car.

"Hey Janny have you seen Clark?" She asked her friend as she walked past.

"Hey Lils, Clark had to go earlier. He didn't tell you?"

"No, he did not." She said as Janny walked away. "Great, just great." She said under her breath, throwing her hands in the air.

Lily looked around to find another way home, but all the buses were already gone and the student lot was almost clear. Then, tucked away in the corner under a tree in the front lawn, there he was. Just sitting there scribbling in a small, black, five star pocket notebook. She always knew him, this school wasn't that big and neither was the town. Dean and Lily had been going to the same school for eight years but had never been close. She wasn't all that kean on talking to someone who had been labled the criminal element of the school, but she needed a ride home and her cell phone had died during third period. Lily casually strolled over to him.

"Hi." She squeeked.

"Hello." He said not looking up.

"So what are you writting?"

"Stuff."

"Oh, that's nice."

"What do you want Lily Taylor?" He asked her still not looking up.

"How...? I just thought I'd say hi." She told him.

"Well now you have, you can go."

"Okay, here's the thing." She said sitting down beside him. "I can't get a car because my parents think i need to earn the money on my own but i cant get a job cause apparently i need 'job expernce'" she said useing air quotes "To get my first job. So I have to wait til I can save up enough birthday and chirstmas money to get one. Now knowing all that you'd think i'd have to take the bus but I normally have my best friend drive me home. Then, today for reasons unknown Clark chooses not to tell me I would need to find alternate transportation. So I missed the bus and to make matters worse my cell died and I suck at remembering numbers, which means i can't call anyone to come get me. And I'm cold and tired and today sucked and I really just wanna go home." She said almost all in one breath.

"And that matters to me how?"

"Well i was thinking you have a sorda car."

"Insulting my means of transportation is not exactly the way to get me to do you a favor."

"Sorry, no. your right. your car is great. and it is perfect for my needing a ride."

"Mhm."

"So will you take me?"

"Nope." He told his popping his 'p'

"What?! Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"This would be a favor and your not gonna talk to me again after this. what is the point of doing someone a favor when you get nothing out of it??"

"I will so. i'll sit with you at lunch tomorrow."

"Or we could just get something to eat now."

"Ye- wait what?"

"We could go get something to eat now." he said looking at her for the first time.

"Okay... but you'll take me home after that right?"

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe?’” she asked narrowing her eyes at him.

“Well I guess that’s just a risk you’re gonna have to take, huh.”

“I-“ She took a deep breath. “Fine.” She said calmly and with a sweet smile.

“Good.” He went back to his writing.

“So when are we gonna go?" She questioned after a moment

"Patience." He teased, looking up at her through his eyelashes with a meniching grin.

"Okay, okay." She hugged her knees close to her body as the wind blew a bit harder. She shivered ones but didn't say anything. Dean rolled his eyes and shrugged of his black, leather bomber jacket, then placed it around her shoulders. "Thanks." She mumbled pulling the jacket around her.

"Mm." He grunted, returing to his work. She took a deep breath and was shocked by the sent the invaded her nose. A sweet, spicey smell that she couldn't place, all she knew was it was the most amazing thing she ever smelled. She pulled the jacket closer to her nose and took another deep breath, that was definately where it was comming from. Finally she realized what she was doing. She blushed slightly and she peeked at Dean, hoping he hadn't seen what she had just done. A smile tugged at his lips but his eyes hadn't moved from his paper.

"Aren't you cold?" She asked.

"Of course not." He stated. "I'm not a sissy about the cold like some people." He teased, looking at her through his eyelashes again.

"Hey." she squealed in anger punching him on the arm; he only chuckled at her reaction.

"Ready?" He asked, closing his notebook, and standing up.

"Really? We're actually leaving?"

"Yes." He said walking off toward his car without another word to her or waiting to see if she followed, which of coures she did. Even with is jacket, she was still sighly chilled and getting in a nice warm car was just what she needed. Dean reached his car first and unlocked the pasanger side door first, then the drivers side just as Lily got to the car.

"So where are we going?" She asked as she buckled her seat belt.

"What part of the conversation we just had leads you to believe that I'm gonna tell you where we are headed?" Dean looked over at her with one rased eyebrow.