"I don't understand why Lucifer can't just calm down, he's ruining our reputation alongside his own. I couldn't care less what everyone thinks of him, but our orchestra has a good name to uphold, and that asshole can't just act like the senior he is!" Michael ranted, bitterness from the events from earlier still reflected in his tone and actions.
"Yeah, yeah, I get what you're saying, sucks pretty bad," Meg studied her nails, barely listening to Michael's complaints. "So back to Cas-"
"If you want to ask him out, that's your problem, Meg. I'm not going to sign him up for anything, I don't know why you even asked me in the first place," Michael sighed. While he was too polite to ask her to shut up, he was growing increasingly sick of her obsessive conversation about Castiel, one of the orchestra's cellists.
"I think I should go for it, what do you think? I think I'll ask him out at the pre-concert party tonight!" Meg concluded excitedly, the drastic change from her previous monotone quite obvious to Michael.
"Cool. I really hate to cut you off, but I have class to get to," Michael adjusted his grip on his binder, balancing the stack of materials expertly as he navigated the sea of bodies rushing to their next class. Meg trailed behind him, continuing her ramblings, oblivious to Michael's annoyance.
"I'm not saying you should completely move on, Dean, I'm just saying you shouldn't be so focused on comparing everyone to Lisa," Sam advised as he walked down the hall with his brother, heading in the direction of both of their next classes.
"I get that, I just need some time, okay Sam?" Dean frowned, losing himself in his own thoughts.
"There's an orchestra concert tonight, and some sort of party before the concert- I don't know why they wouldn't just throw it after- if you want to crash it. That usually seems to cheer you up…." Sam offered, mentally slapping himself over his suggestion.
"Yeah, that sounds good," a small smile danced on Dean's lips for a moment, "but what if Lisa's there? She has friends in orchestra." A scowl now decorated the place where the ghost of a smile had been seconds ago.
"You'll be having too much fun to care. The world doesn't revolve around Lisa. You can't pretend she doesn't go to this school- at least not successfully- but you can ignore her. You aren't acting like yourself anymore, Dean! You're so consumed in her. Whether she's there or not, this will be good for you. You need to go back to being yourself," Sam insisted, unwilling to let Dean back out from something so potentially healing, though risky and stupid as hell.
"I'll go Sam, but for the closure more than the party crashing. I want to say goodbye to her for real, on my terms instead of hers. It's not like they'll be anyone worth seeing at a party exclusively for the dorkestra," Dean announced, sounding more like himself and less like an angst-filled, love-struck teenage boy with each word.
"We can talk later," Sam replied as he slid through the door to his English classroom, leaving Dean with less time than usual to get to his senior English class. He quickened his pace, rushing to get to class in the limited remaining time before the bell. Maybe tonight would be good for him.