"How come you never told me who you like?" Dean asked me. "All I do is babble about Julia to you."

I couldn't help but laugh. Stupid little shit. "Nah, I can't be bothered. He's an asshole."

"That's all you're gonna give me? I need a little more info."

"Well... He is tall, has short brown hair and very green eyes." I mean, let's how long it will take for the message to get across.

"Why do you like him if he's an asshole?"

"That's a stupid question." I said childly. Ok, breath. Here we go. "He is sweet and really cares about me. But, oh my God, he is so stupid." I took another deep breath. "Also, he likes another girl. I don't blame him, she is pretty-"

"I bet you are much prettier." Dean interrupted me. I was having a lot of fun with this, but this sentence was a punch in the stomach.

"Continuing," I coughed. "She is pretty, and so nice. But he doesn't look at me the same way I look at him. He tells me about her everyday and I just have to hold it in. Because he is clueless." I sighted. I'm not even worried that he would think I'm talk about him.

"Douchebag." Dean agreed. "Why don't you tell him?"

"I could hold up a neon sign and he wouldn't notice." I chuckled.