Chapter Five

That day went by pretty fast, Dean went off to watch my grandmother's house with directions I'd written out for him so Sam, Tyler and I got to spend some quality time together. What better we could do with our time then play Go Fish.

See, Go Fish was kind of mine and Tyler's thing. He and his friends would always bring cards in middle school and would normally play made up games like Bullshit or Work It (I obviously didn't get involved), but we had a really bratty history teacher, so we'd come into class, sit down in the middle of the floor, and start playing Go Fish all because he had taken Tyler's cards away once.

It had used to be just like that, best friends that did stupid stuff together and loved eachother with more than that boyfriend/girlfriend love. It wasn't like I didn't have those kind of feelings for him- I did more than I ever had and probably would for anyone else. He was the one that was always there... until I went down, and I had thought the always would be. I was sadly wrong.

After the tenth game, we got hungry, so Sam decided we'd go out for McDonalds, which was perfectly fine with me. Even though the passenger seat was open, Tyler and I both sat in the back... close. A feeling of amazement washed over me then. Things were just like they used to be, over what? Me saving him?

He was acting like he used to, and I couldn't help but expect it to end like it would when he'd pick up a popular and slutty cheerleader girlfriend, go off and take her virginity, then break up with her. That was why I never asked him out, well, that and the popularity gap. As soon as he'd get into a seriously relationship he'd chicken out and move back to being single for about a month until another caught his eye.

It wasn't like I was exactly friendzoned, it took months for me to bring my problems to him and he never brought his problems to me, for all I knew. But he was a good listener, until I told him that I cut. That was when he told me it was gross, that I was emo, and that he didn't want to talk to a cutter.

It broke my heart.

We walked into McDonalds, a surprisingly small line in the middle of the fast food restaurant. "What do you want?" Sam asked, pulling out his wallet. I felt bad that I didn't have the money to pay for the food, but I had to eat and there wasn't anything I could really do.

"I'll just have a parfait and a small fry."

"Big Mac, hold the pickles." Tyler had a huge stomach.

Sam stepped up and ordered and told us to go get the drinks and find a table. I filled the drinks while Tyler got the ketchup and napkins, sitting at a table by the window.

"Isn't this just a wonderful date? Under such great circumstances, too," he said as I sat down, trying to juggle the three large cups I had to carry since Sam had ordered me a tea without my asking.

"Most definitely. Things are going so great right now, my mind is at such ease. And I mean, it's not really that big of deal, because things have just always been this great." I giggled and he did too, flashing me his crooked smile. I was growing a little warmer to those now.

Sam came back with the tray and I scooted over so he could sit beside me. He'd gotten me a large fry, and two parfaits. "You're not going hungry on my terms," he said, handing me over on the parfaits and pouring some of the fries out on a napkin. I smiled, and that was when I felt it. One little kick on my knee, then a trailing foot down my leg. Of course he wanted to play footsies, he always did when he got close with me.

I played along, not really knowing why, and kicked back lightly, entwining my foot with his. He did the same, and soon we were criss crossed in a way to where I was scared we would have to move our whole bodies to untangle.

"Woah, what's going on here?" Sam asked, a sheepish smile on his face. I began to blush, not really knowing why I was embarrassed. Sam was a pretty cool guy, so was Dean. They seemed to only be in their early twenties, so they still understood what it was like to be sixteen and, well, me.

Tyler started laughing when he noticed my face, and soon we both had broken into a full-on laughing fit. I couldn't believe it, how things could go from so sad and worrying to so happy in just a matter of hours. Of course I knew they weren't going to stay this way... for all I knew my grandmother was being attacked by the spirit monster right now and for some reason Dean couldn't stop it. But for just those couple moments, I let myself push all that worry away and I laughed my gritty, deep laugh. I knew that Tyler was safe at the moment, and that he was flirting with me, so that was all that really mattered.

When I finished the second parfait, after eating the fries and sharing the first with Tyler, I stood up and threw everything away. It was the least I could do for Sam. When I walked back, it was only Tyler, who had put on his jacket and was sitting back against the chair, patiently waiting. "Hey beautiful," he said, his hazel eyes that looked almost jade piercing into me, sending tingles down my spine.

"Hey," I said, blushing again. That brought back even more memories. I'd always had a problem with blushing, and for fun he would say and do things to make my face turn red. It was all in fun, especially because when I could build up the confidence, I'd do the same for him.

I sat in the chair beside him, a smile on my face as he ran his finger through my hair, ruffling it up. "You are really beautiful... you need to remember that."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

That was when my breath became shallow and he moved his face in, so close to mine, both our lips parted just enough. I could feel his breath on mine, when...

"You two lovebirds ready to go?"

Of course I was blushing as I shook him off me, stood up, and walked out of the restaurant, asking myself why I'd even start such a thing again, and why he all of a sudden wanted to be so close.