FYE: This will continue to be written in Andrea's POV. Sorry for the delay.
Chapter 3
Dean leaned down and kissed my forehead with a wet, sloppy kiss.
"What was that for?" I asked, wondering why Dean was acting all mushy around me.
"I just wanted to give you something," he replied huskily.
"Oh," I deadpanned. "I don't meant to cut this conversation short, but I promised Tory that we get going so we could hang out with at the movies. I think it'll be pretty boring since she is dragging her pesky brother, but I guess it could be worse." I waved by to Dean and I was about to leave when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Would you like some company?"
My eyes lit up. He wanted my company. "Umm, sounds like a plan. I'm just going to tell my parents that I'm leaving and we'll see how things go from there." Dean nodded.
I waltzed into the kitchen with a smile of my face. Andy and Jason were both fighting over which bikes were better. Boy, brothers sure could be amusing. Smiling, I decided to interrupt my parents little quarrel.
"Mom, dad, I'm going to the movies with Tory," I nearly shouted so that they could hear me.
"Ok, honey," my mom, replied as she wrapped me into a hug. "Be safe." I nodded. My mother could be so annoying but I still loved her because she was her. I shook me head as I thought about how stupid I must have sounded.
"Oh and Andrea," my father called. I froze at the recognition of my whole name.
"Yes?"
"Take your cell phone with. You know, just incase of emergencies," he replied, fumbling for his words.
"Sure thing." I frowned slightly as I thought about how protective my father had been lately. Dean was our new 250 rider and frankly, my dad wasn't very happy that he had 'interests in me.' But, my dad was my dad. I still loved him all the same. He really loved me and that was what mattered even if the protective part came with it. Plus, I had Andy to handle that problem.
I grabbed my cell phone from the charger and stuffed into my sweatshirt pocket. "Ready?" I questioned. The group all nodded and began piling out the door. First, it was Steve, Tory, Dean, and then myself. It was comforting to be behind him because then I didn't have to be behind Steve. I hated Tory's brother. He had been trying to claim me ever since my fame. He would interrupt our conversations and openly flirt with me. Damn. This boy was definitely going to be trouble for me.
"Hey, are you okay?" Dean asked as we began walking down the street.
"Huh? Oh yeah. I guess I'm fine," I replied. My answer didn't convince me though. I was engrossed in the thought of Steve and how I itched to get racing again. Racing had become a huge part of my life, and cheerleading was just a hobby. Sadly, I had to quit the team to keep up with the hectic schedules. The sad thing was that I could never pick between the two. It was more that my father made the decision for me.
"Ok." Dean backed off and remained disturbingly quiet.
"So, how did you get into racing?" I asked; we were falling farther behind because Tory and Steve ran into a bunch of their friends. We were long forgotten.
"Long story," Dean replied shortly.
"Ok..." I paused and looked at the ground. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," he exclaimed tiredly.
"It must be nice to be dependent," I said, not even realizing I said it aloud.
"Not really. I have this horrible day job and I have my own apartment," Dean added.
"Oh." Dean kept confusing me. It seemed like he was going to talk and then he'd mysteriously shut up. Something was definitely wrong with this boy. Why was he so quiet?
"Is something wrong?" I asked him.
"No," he replied coldly.
"Fine," I stated, it was just best to give up now before I really upset him.
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"What are we going to see?" I asked, stuffing my hands into my pockets.
"Hollywood Homicide or Legally Blonde 2," Tory raved.
"Hmm, an action or chick flick?" I thought a loud.
All the boys looked at Tory and I with pleading eyes. "What?" Tory asked.
"Please don't make us see a chick flick," Dean whined.
"I don't know...." All of the men groaned before I could object.
"Ya know, if you guys would shut up for a minute and listen to my whole statement then you feel happy that I've chosen Hollywood Homicide for your benefit."
"Thank you," I heard a few of them mutter. I just shook my head and turned to face Dean. He was back to being quiet again. Was I missing something? I stopped thinking and I trudged off to buy my own ticket and a snack or something.
Patiently waiting in line, I saw Dean slowly approach me.
"Hey," he murmured.
"Um hi," I replied uneasily.
"Can I sit by you?"
"Sure. Why?"
"Those people are driving me crazy. You are more fun too."
I laughed at Dean. "I know, but that is the best part of being friends with them. They liven up boring life sort of like my brothers. There is never a dull moment in the Carson house."
"I can believe that."
I punched him playfully on the arm. "Let's get to the movie before we miss the beginning." Dean muttered an 'okay' and we walked into the dark movie theatre.
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Halfway into the movie, I felt Dean's arm wrap around me. I turned to face him smiling at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"Ok." We got back to the movie without further interruptions until he put his hand over mine. Then, our fingers entwined and I looked at him questionably. He squeezed my hand lightly and brought my hand up to his face as he kissed it. I giggled, causing the rest of the group turn to see our public display of affection. We were only friends, right? Well, I guess that was what I thought.
"I really like you," Dean replied leaning against me.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You are everything my perfect dream woman is supposed to be," he said in a low voice.
"Aww, Dean. Please do not start with the cheesy pick up lines."
"Why not?"
"Because they are staring to work on me."
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A/n: Arghh! I just needed to let out frustration. Anyway, I'll keep this short. I haven't been on the computer much and therefore my updates will be pretty sparingly until I have some more free time this summer.
Thanks to all my reviewers for motivating me to continue. I promise that it'll get into racing soon and then we'll all be happy lol.
Chapter 3
Dean leaned down and kissed my forehead with a wet, sloppy kiss.
"What was that for?" I asked, wondering why Dean was acting all mushy around me.
"I just wanted to give you something," he replied huskily.
"Oh," I deadpanned. "I don't meant to cut this conversation short, but I promised Tory that we get going so we could hang out with at the movies. I think it'll be pretty boring since she is dragging her pesky brother, but I guess it could be worse." I waved by to Dean and I was about to leave when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Would you like some company?"
My eyes lit up. He wanted my company. "Umm, sounds like a plan. I'm just going to tell my parents that I'm leaving and we'll see how things go from there." Dean nodded.
I waltzed into the kitchen with a smile of my face. Andy and Jason were both fighting over which bikes were better. Boy, brothers sure could be amusing. Smiling, I decided to interrupt my parents little quarrel.
"Mom, dad, I'm going to the movies with Tory," I nearly shouted so that they could hear me.
"Ok, honey," my mom, replied as she wrapped me into a hug. "Be safe." I nodded. My mother could be so annoying but I still loved her because she was her. I shook me head as I thought about how stupid I must have sounded.
"Oh and Andrea," my father called. I froze at the recognition of my whole name.
"Yes?"
"Take your cell phone with. You know, just incase of emergencies," he replied, fumbling for his words.
"Sure thing." I frowned slightly as I thought about how protective my father had been lately. Dean was our new 250 rider and frankly, my dad wasn't very happy that he had 'interests in me.' But, my dad was my dad. I still loved him all the same. He really loved me and that was what mattered even if the protective part came with it. Plus, I had Andy to handle that problem.
I grabbed my cell phone from the charger and stuffed into my sweatshirt pocket. "Ready?" I questioned. The group all nodded and began piling out the door. First, it was Steve, Tory, Dean, and then myself. It was comforting to be behind him because then I didn't have to be behind Steve. I hated Tory's brother. He had been trying to claim me ever since my fame. He would interrupt our conversations and openly flirt with me. Damn. This boy was definitely going to be trouble for me.
"Hey, are you okay?" Dean asked as we began walking down the street.
"Huh? Oh yeah. I guess I'm fine," I replied. My answer didn't convince me though. I was engrossed in the thought of Steve and how I itched to get racing again. Racing had become a huge part of my life, and cheerleading was just a hobby. Sadly, I had to quit the team to keep up with the hectic schedules. The sad thing was that I could never pick between the two. It was more that my father made the decision for me.
"Ok." Dean backed off and remained disturbingly quiet.
"So, how did you get into racing?" I asked; we were falling farther behind because Tory and Steve ran into a bunch of their friends. We were long forgotten.
"Long story," Dean replied shortly.
"Ok..." I paused and looked at the ground. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," he exclaimed tiredly.
"It must be nice to be dependent," I said, not even realizing I said it aloud.
"Not really. I have this horrible day job and I have my own apartment," Dean added.
"Oh." Dean kept confusing me. It seemed like he was going to talk and then he'd mysteriously shut up. Something was definitely wrong with this boy. Why was he so quiet?
"Is something wrong?" I asked him.
"No," he replied coldly.
"Fine," I stated, it was just best to give up now before I really upset him.
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"What are we going to see?" I asked, stuffing my hands into my pockets.
"Hollywood Homicide or Legally Blonde 2," Tory raved.
"Hmm, an action or chick flick?" I thought a loud.
All the boys looked at Tory and I with pleading eyes. "What?" Tory asked.
"Please don't make us see a chick flick," Dean whined.
"I don't know...." All of the men groaned before I could object.
"Ya know, if you guys would shut up for a minute and listen to my whole statement then you feel happy that I've chosen Hollywood Homicide for your benefit."
"Thank you," I heard a few of them mutter. I just shook my head and turned to face Dean. He was back to being quiet again. Was I missing something? I stopped thinking and I trudged off to buy my own ticket and a snack or something.
Patiently waiting in line, I saw Dean slowly approach me.
"Hey," he murmured.
"Um hi," I replied uneasily.
"Can I sit by you?"
"Sure. Why?"
"Those people are driving me crazy. You are more fun too."
I laughed at Dean. "I know, but that is the best part of being friends with them. They liven up boring life sort of like my brothers. There is never a dull moment in the Carson house."
"I can believe that."
I punched him playfully on the arm. "Let's get to the movie before we miss the beginning." Dean muttered an 'okay' and we walked into the dark movie theatre.
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Halfway into the movie, I felt Dean's arm wrap around me. I turned to face him smiling at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"Ok." We got back to the movie without further interruptions until he put his hand over mine. Then, our fingers entwined and I looked at him questionably. He squeezed my hand lightly and brought my hand up to his face as he kissed it. I giggled, causing the rest of the group turn to see our public display of affection. We were only friends, right? Well, I guess that was what I thought.
"I really like you," Dean replied leaning against me.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You are everything my perfect dream woman is supposed to be," he said in a low voice.
"Aww, Dean. Please do not start with the cheesy pick up lines."
"Why not?"
"Because they are staring to work on me."
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A/n: Arghh! I just needed to let out frustration. Anyway, I'll keep this short. I haven't been on the computer much and therefore my updates will be pretty sparingly until I have some more free time this summer.
Thanks to all my reviewers for motivating me to continue. I promise that it'll get into racing soon and then we'll all be happy lol.