Hi guys! How are you? Here's Chapter 11, and it's sorta long so be prepared! Lol!
January 26, 1972
Payton's POV
After taking a very long shower I hopped out and made my way back into my room. I left my towel in my hair as I changed into an oversized black shirt and pulled on some thick long socks before going downstairs to get a snack. I thought quietly to myself as I made my way into the kitchen, my stomach grumbling slightly. I hadn't talked to Dean at all since yesterday and I promised myself I wouldn't over think things, but of course that was a promise that was soon broken. I was just... I just cared about him, and I wanted Dean to be able to talk to me the way I talked to him. I sighed heavily as I grabbed some popcorn kernels and poured them into the popcorn making pan, stepping back as it began cooking. I wanted to stop thinking about Dean, but I just couldn't. I've never felt the way he makes me feel. He makes my day better in instant, it doesn't matter what was going on before, it's like I forget everything when I'm him. It's like it's just us two.
But I wasn't going to think about Dean tonight.
I'm going to have a very productive Saturday night. I'm going to eat my weight in junk food, listen to music, stay up all night, and not think about him. I'm not one of those girls who's life stops for a boy... Okay I totally am. No. No Payton, do you have any self control you idiot?
As the popcorn finished popping I could hear the basement door creak open, my head turning in response. A few seconds later mom came in with a curious face.
"Smells delicious," She commented as she looked around before questioning, "Have you seen your father's extra guitar picks?"
I looked over my shoulder and saw mom looking through the kitchen. I guided gently, pointing, "I think they're in that droor."
After finding the picks, mom kissed my cheek sweetly and told me that if I needed anything her and dad would be in the basement. The band was over tonight to practice so I don't think any one would be bothering me for the rest of the evening. Dad had them all over whenever he could; he was dying to go out on tour and everyone could see that. I was excited for him, he was finally getting back out there to do what he truly loved. The only downside was that for the past weeks things have been extremely crazy. I've barely seen mom and dad at all, and when they all leave, I won't see them for a while. It was scary to think that I would be on my own for a month or so, but it was also really exciting. It would give me some time to think and give me a taste of what it would be like to be on my own. It was crazy that in about 3 months, I would be of legal age too. Thinking about that, always made me remember how much Uncle Paul and Aunt Emma have actually done for me. They took me in when I had nowhere else to go and now we're truly like a family.
Not wanting to think too deep, I distracted myself and grabbed a few more snacks. After grabbing some of the stashed candy dad had thought he hid, I proceeded to go upstairs with my popcorn and treats. I was looking forward to tonight. I would be by myself, and honestly I didn't mind. I didn't mind being alone. I carefully held the food in my hands as I turned the knob on the door and proceeded to push my bedroom door open with my backside, kicking it shut with my foot when I was in. As I looked forward and prepared to go over to my bed, I literally thought my heart stopped at the site that was right before my eyes.
"What the fu-" I almost yelled, nearly dropping the items in my hands, before shushing myself. Thank goodness band practice was going on downstairs or my parents might've heard me. My heart was beating rapidly as I stood completely still, staring at Dean. He was sitting on the side of my bed with his hands clasped together, staring up at me with a slight smirk tugging at his mouth. I could feel my eyes stay widened as I questioned with a hush, "What the hell are you doing here?"
He stood up with a low chuckle, coming towards me with his hands held out, "Here let me help you with that."
I stood there stunned as Dean gently grabbed the popcorn and other items out of my hands and set them down on the wooden chest, just in front of my bed. I stayed in my same position as his back was turned towards me. I briefly looked down at myself, noticing how stupid I probably looked. I quickly pulled the towel off of my head and flipped my now damp hair once before throwing the wet towel to the side. I ran my hand through my hair as Dean came back to me, eyeing me up and down and chuckling to himself. I could feel my cheeks flush slightly as I quickly turned around and locked my bedroom door. I could not afford mom or dad walking in on this.
I swiftly paced back to him and asked quietly, my eyes staring directly into his, "What are you doing here? One of my parents could've just walked into my room and seen you."
A beat went by as Dean looked down at me, his eyes kind and warm.
He pursed his lips as he gently spoke with a slow shrug, "I missed you."
I could feel my face soften as his words hit me full on. My pulse sped up as a cage of wild butterflies were released into my stomach and I tried to think of what to say. But I couldn't think; He just looked so damn sexy. His dark gray v-neck hugged his skin perfectly, showing off his toned chest, stomach, and arms. And, his jeans were fitting but not overly tight. God, he was just so attractive, and here I am, in a ragged oversized shirt and long socks. I cleared my mind as I swallowed lightly, thinking back on yesterday.
I blinked a few times trying to be strong. I didn't want him to think that he could just make me forget things by saying just a few words. As I stared up into his eyes, I admired their color. They were lighter today; it seemed like the color changed a lot.
"Well it didn't seem like that yesterday when you-," I walked past him, not being able to look into his eyes any longer. I was now by my chest, just in front of my bed, as I turned around and stood there. I felt my emotions rise up as I spoke calmly, "Basically kicked me out of your house and into the pouring rain."
I stood where I was and waited for him to say something. But he didn't. I watched him as he ran his hand through his dark brown hair, letting out a breath and looking away. I bit my bottom lip as I felt a tinge of fear wash over me. I didn't know if I had enough courage to ask, but as I walked closer to him, closing the space between us, I realized I did.
Dean kept his eyes on me, watching me intently.
I looked into his eyes, afraid of the answer he might give, almost whispering, "Why do I feel like you're pushing me away?"
I didn't care if it looked like I was head over heels or a love struck little girl, I just needed to ask him.
Dean stared into my eyes, a gentle expression filling them.
There was something he obviously didn't want to tell me, and I didn't want him to think that he had to.
I swallowed as I kept our stare, "Dean... you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. Yesterday I just wanted you to know that you can talk to me."
"Why do you care so much?" Dean almost whispered, staring down at me as he came slightly closer.
That was a question I didn't really know how to answer. I didn't know why I cared so much about him; We had only met a month ago or so.
My eyes fluttered as I looked away, taking a breath, "Because...-"
"Because what?" He asked almost instantly.
"Because I just care about you, okay." I looked back at him, examining his face. I licked my lips as I realized what I had just said. My tone lowered as I went on, a bit sarcastic, "So I apologize for caring for you. Is that what you want to hear?"
I scoffed to myself as I looked away, not actually believing that he had asked me that question. I shook my head and let out a quick breath before I could suddenly feel Dean's hand cup the side of my face. My eyes flung back to him as he stared gently at me, pushing himself closer to me. I breathed silently as he whispered, "I've never felt this way about someone before... I never knew it was possible. I don't know what it is about you..."
I felt my eyes sting a bit before I blinked it away, letting my hands lay on his sides.
I waited anxiously for him to come closer. Our foreheads gently touched first before he slowly let his lips find mine. Once they did, we worked together sweetly. I enjoyed every second of our kiss, holding on to Dean's shirt as one of his hands cupped my jaw and the other held my back close to him. I pressed myself closer to him as Dean deepened our kiss by cupping my face in both his hands, then pushing his face closer. I accepted his action and a few seconds later he pulled back and engulfed me in an embrace. I could feel his muscular arms slide completely around my lower back, even feeling them overlap as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down towards me. Dean dug his face into my neck, giving me goosebumps as he breathed out a content sounding sigh. I closed my eyes and kissed his neck, smelling in his attractive cologne. Suddenly, Dean picked me up gently and spun me around before setting me back down on my feet and placing a tender kiss on my lips.
As we pulled back, I asked playfully dazed, eyes still half closed, "Do you want some snacks?"
He chuckled amusingly, kissing my cheek as he whispered against my skin, "I just love kissing you."
"I made popcorn." My voice came out hitched making him laugh.
"Well, if there's popcorn I mean-," Dean looked down at me playfully with a smirk before walking past me. I rolled my eyes playfully as I turned around and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back to me. He turned around and slowly edged closer, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I kept my face still as he leaned in and kissed me again. A moment passed and I realized how lost in our kisses I got. Dean's gentle yet masculine lips were so soft as they worked with mine. I could feel a deep sense of happiness swell up in me as I smiled to myself, pulling back from our kiss.
"I'm going to get the snacks." I laughed quietly to myself, slowly walking towards my chest and picking up the bowl of popcorn. I stuffed a few pieces in my mouth before offering some to Dean. He grabbed a handful before lightly tapping my nose with his finger and going over to my desk area, looking around at the pictures I had framed over the years. He picked some up, set them down, picked some up and set them down, examining each one with a smile as he moved on across the area. Soon he came across my book shelf that contained my record player and dozens of my records I've either been given or collected over time.
I could basically feel his shock as he looked over my records. He pulled out my Abbey Road record by The Beatles. It was so weird to say that considering my dad was, well, kind of in The Beatles.
"You have so much music." Dean stated unbelieving, opening up the vinyl.
"Yeah well," I walked over to him as I continued with a small laugh of embarrassment. "I guess that kind of happens when you have a musician for a dad."
He turned his head towards me with a subtle smile creeping up the corners of his mouth, "You mean a Beatle for a dad?"
I let out a laugh, looking down at the iconic record. It was so weird to think of dad as that. I mean to me he was just dad. "Yeah I guess you could say that."
"Which one of your dad's record is your favorite?" Dean questioned softly, closing up the record he held in his hand.
I pursed my lips together and looked at his hand. "That one."
"This one's your favorite?" He held Abbey Road up with a smirk as I nodded. "This is my favorite too."
I cocked my head with a smile, "Really?"
"Yeah." Dean laughed before going on. "Something, in my opinion, is the best love song I've ever heard."
I smiled at him before gently taking the record from his hand. He stared at me for a second in slight confusion before I turned back to my shelf and took the record out of the case. I carefully placed it on the plate before putting the needle on the record and hearing the start of the album. Come together began playing through my room as I turned around back to Dean. He had an amused smirk on his face as I laughed to myself, shrugging my shoulders as I began playfully singing along to the song. Soon I was slowly dancing around my room to the beat of the song. I could feel Dean's eyes on me and as I looked back at him, his face was full of laughter. My jaw fell as I kept my eyes on him. He was laughing so hard! I quickly made my way back to him and grabbed his hand, tugging them forward so he would dance with me. Dean shook his head with a grin, refusing to walk forward.
"Come on." I urged with a loud giggle, still trying to pull him forward with all my strength.
"I don't dance." He looked at me laughing.
"What?" I asked with a smile of shock.
"I don't dance." Dean stated again with a smirk.
"Oh, just come here," I pulled him hard enough so he would finally give in.
Now we were standing in the middle of my room as the chorus came along again. The guitar sounded through my room as I danced stupidly, trying to get Dean to join me. He was moving slightly. It was like he wanted to dance but he didn't know how. I didn't know how to dance for my life, but that was the point! It was just supposed to be fun!
"Just do whatever feels natural." I said smiling.
He scratched the back of his neck chuckling, "Dancing isn't natural to me."
"Look." I said, demonstrating. I was moving my arms and legs, and I knew I looked stupid, but I just wanted Dean to join in with me.
I began moving around and before I knew it, I had lost step and was falling towards the ground. I tried to catch myself as Dean ran quickly over to me, but it was too late. A loud thump sounded as my body collided with my bedroom floor, and I had landed right on my butt. Silence swept over my room as Come Together came to an end and Dean was standing in front of me, with arms out. A second passed before I cracked up laughing and threw my face into my hands, too embarrassed to show it. Before I knew it, I could feel Dean gently crouch in front of me and remove my hands from my face. I'm sure my face was red with embarrassment as my eyes travelled up to Dean's.
A soft smile was plastered onto his face as he was bent in front of me. His face was so close to mine as he asked, a small chuckle in his voice, "Are you okay?"
I nodded subtly as I stated, "I think that's enough for me."
Dean let out a loud laugh before taking my hands and helping me stand up. Just as I caught my balance, 'Something' began playing through my room. Dean's head turned towards the record player as my eyes did the same. He turned back to me with a soft expression as he gently laid his hands on my waist, pulling me forward. I could feel butterflies fill my stomach as I wrapped my arms around his back and laid my head against his chest, quietly inhaling his attractive cologne.
Dean slowly began moving our bodies and I realized we were dancing.
I let out breath as I moved my head so that I was resting just below Dean's collarbone. I whispered closely to his ear, "I thought you don't dance?"
"I guess for you I'll make an exception." He whispered back. I could feel his breath on my neck.
Smiling to myself, I hesitantly laid my head on his chest, before realizing that I liked it. It felt natural. Closing my eyes, I exhaled and continued to dance with him and before I knew it, I was quietly singing along to the song.
Dean pulled back from our dance, but still held on to me as I looked at him in confusion. I didn't want to stop. As we found each other's eyes, he stared down at me for what felt like forever.
I could feel myself get self conscious. I questioned quietly, "What?"
"You have a beautiful voice." Dean commented tenderly, still looking down at me.
I gazed back at him, taking in his face. His mouth was relaxed in a content smile and I gently pressed my hand up to the side of his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb. Then I ran my hand through his dark hair, feeling how soft it was. I bit my bottom lip as I let my hand travel down to his neck, before gently pulling him to me. I lifted myself up on my tippy toes as our nose glided against each others'. A second later our lips met softly before Dean grabbed the back of my head with his hand, pulling me closer to his face. We kissed for a moment, things heating up quickly. He pulled my body closer to him, slowly dragging my shirt up and letting his left hand trail up the side of my body. I could feel his soft fingertips caress the side of my hip, then lay his hand on my hip bone. I realized I liked his touch, and for second, I wanted to go further. It felt so right in this moment, but in the back of my mind, I knew I wasn't ready. The first time I had ever had sex, it wasn't at all what I had always thought it would be like. I wasn't at all ready, and the guy I was with, my boyfriend, had just kept pressuring me to do it until I eventually gave in. But with Dean it felt so right, yet when I wanted to, I felt like I shouldn't.
I pulled back unexpectedly, turning my head to catch a breath, "I'm sorry."
Dean's head was next to mine, in the same position as he looked down regretful. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt, still looking down, "No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"It's just-," I looked up at the ceiling, frustration building up in me before I walked away from Dean and towards my bed. Once I was there, I sat down at the side and looked down at my hands. I whispered quietly, almost inaudible, "What's wrong with me..."
"Nothing's wrong with you." Dean stated firmly, coming over and sitting down next to me on the bed. I could feel his stare. He grabbed my hands unexpectedly, "Tell me what you're thinking."
I looked over at him and debated if I should really spill my feelings. But I knew I could tell Dean.
"Lately, when we kiss," My eyes trailed down to our hands then back up to Dean's eyes. "I feel like... like I want to go further. I mean- I do, with you, but when I want to... I feel like I shouldn't. The first time I ever... had sex, I was young and everyone was doing it. So I did... I thought it was supposed to feel special and amazing, but all I felt was regret. And I don't- I don't want it to feel like that if we do do it. I want our first time to be special."
"I want our first time to be special too." Dean said back softly, nodding, as he gripped my hands tighter. A beat passed before he whispered, "I'll never do anything to hurt you."
I could feel my eyes well up as I threw my arms around Dean and hugged him. He wrapped his muscular arms around my body and held me as I dug my head into his chest, hoping this moment could last forever.
Soo? What'd you guys think? Sorry for the long wait, I just had writers block but hopefully you guys liked it! If you want to see anything, please make some suggestions! I'm open to them! As always, please please review! It's nice to see people give me feedback because it gives me a drive to write, knowing people want to see more.
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