The game changed as next week rolled around. Not much, just slightly. He would still watch her night after night from the darkness in his room and she would still end up in her thong before pulling the curtains. What changed was that he no longer came out at the same time as her in the mornings to accidently run into her. Now that she had laid the cards on the table, telling him that she knew he watched her, he wanted her to take the next step. He wanted her to come to him. Only problem was that she didn't. She went on as if nothing had happened, living her life as always, and it was driving him crazy.

And then Friday rolled around and everything changed once again. He was standing by the sink in his kitchen at dinner time, pouring the water from the pasta he had just boiled, when a car he'd never seen before pulled into her driveway. He couldn't help but stare as a long haired, hippie-looking man exited the car and went up to ring the doorbell.

She opened just seconds later and her face turned into a huge smile before she raised herself up on her toes to put her arms around the man's neck and hug him. He lifted her up, her feet leaving the ground, and Dean could have sworn he could hear her happy laughter crossing the street. As fast as the man arrived, just as fast both of them walked into her house and closed the door.

He thought back to their little conversation at the party Saturday night. She had said she did have one night stands but never brought them home so who was this man? Was it a date? After all, it was Friday night at dinner time and she seemed really happy to see him. He clenched his fists as the thought of this hippie putting his hands on Chloe reached him.

"You wouldn't do that to me, would you, baby?" He asked out in the air as he still stared at her closed front door from his window. "You don't wanna make daddy angry, do you?"

He couldn't stay away from the windows all evening. He was constantly watching her house, just waiting for the man to leave or her to show up in one of the windows so he could see she was still there, intact and made for his eyes only.

It wasn't until her usual night time rolled around that she finally appeared. As always he was waiting in his own bedroom, not wanting her to actually show up tonight when that man was still inside her house, but the light in her bedroom got turned on and she came running into view, clearly laughing as she looked back and already only in her underwear.

He watched her as she walked over to the window and reached for the curtains but before she could pull them, the man came into view as well. Dean dug his nails into his own thighs as he watched the man walk over to stand behind her. His arms reached around her stomach as his mouth found her neck. One of his hands slid down and as his fingertips reached her thong, she finally managed to pull the curtains. Dean yelled out loud in frustration.

As soon as the curtains were pulled and her bedroom closed off from his prying eyes, she turned around laughing and looked at the man who had been her best friend since they were children.

"Thank you, Elias," she said.
"It seems rather extreme to do this just to make him jealous," he said and dumped down on her bed.
"He has taken a step back ever since I told him I knew. I figure a little friendly competition might lure him out," she said and dumped down next to him. "You're staying all weekend, right?"
"Of course. I rarely see you anymore. No one can drag me away too early," he said.

He held out his arm and she crawled close to him to snuggle up on his chest as so many times before.

"You know, this reminds me of when we were teenagers and would pretend to be a couple to get rid off people who wouldn't take no for an answer," he said.
"Throw back to the good old days," she giggled.
"Only this time you're trying to get someone rather than push someone away," he said.
"You think he'll take the bait?" She asked.
"If what you told me about him is true, I'm sure of it. He'll wait till I'm gone of course but you better be ready," he laughed.