He didn’t laugh at me. In fact, he showed no emotion.
“What is your problem?” I demanded. I felt like shoving him so I could get an immediate answer-one that I‘d deserved for years.
“You should go home be fore that weirdo comes back,” Dean suggested.
Flashes of the last day we were fri ends sparked through my mind. Dean said the same thing to me when we saw his parents’ killer walk by us that evening.
Sadness waved through me.
“Why did you stop talking to me?” I demanded, trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat. “Why did you shut me out?”
There was silence. Dean simply stared at me. Pain overtook his eyes. Just his eyes.
“I miss them, too.” I said softly. Dean’s parents were the nicest people I knew. They always treated me with love. But it might have been the wrong thing to say because his eyes started narrowing into slits. The rage filling inside them was ready to spew out.
Dean looked up at the sky and gulped. Even his neck looked powerful as it forced the lump to stay down. Dean dropped his head back down and looked me in the eyes. His features were softer as he stared deep into my eyes, trying to read my soul. I felt for him. I wanted to reach up and hug him. To tell him I would always be there for him. I wasn’t staring at the emotionless Dean I had been attending the same school with-I was staring at the Dean I knew years ago. His green eyes softened little by little and the stars shined off of them. It was almost as if I was looking at the sky in his eyes. Stars? It was dark out. Too dark. I looked down at my dog sitting beside me.
“You’re right. I should get going...” I t old him when he didn’t speak. Dean arched his eye brows up with sadness. His eyes widened and pleaded with me.
“Don ’t.” Dean looked down and away from me. “Please.” he said softly. There was pain in his voice. Mixed emotions tumbled out of his mouth with every spoken word and it was difficult for me to figure out if he was angry or if it was something else entirely.
“What? I thought you said I should go.” I walked a few steps to where he was looking so that his gaze met mine. The worry in his eyes begged me to stay. “What’s going on Dean? What’s wrong?” I sincerely asked him.
Dean still didn’t answer. He just stared into my eyes as if it was the only thing in the forest to look at. It wasn’t the first time he looked at me that way, but it was usually from a greater distance like at school or the lounge. I wanted to ask him what that was about.
“Dean. Why do you stare at me? And I’m not talking about just tonight. It’s all the time.” I asked.
Dean’s eyes gazed into mine. I felt like I was about to collapse from his penetrating gaze. It was so deep, it made me feel somewhat connected to him. His lips twitched a little, holding back, as if he wanted to tell me something but was hesitating.
“Dean? Why? Why do you look at me?” I gently asked. My face softened, inviting him to feel comfortable.
“Like what?” Dean broke out. It sounded like he was out of breath.
“You know.” I replied.
“You’re mistaking.” Dean gulped.
“Why do you do it?” I asked again. I felt I knew what the answer was. My heart was pounding insanely in my chest . I had never felt so nervous and eager for an answer.
“Every time I look at you...” Dean paused and took in a deep breath. Butterflies fluttered all around my insides. My breathing got deeper and I had to focus on controlling it.
“What?” I desperately asked.
“Every time…there’s nothing.” Pain and worry filled his eyes. “It’s just a glance.” Dean looked like he was burning himself and was trying not to react to it.
Disappointment settled inside me. And I wasn’t sure if it was because I didn’t hear what I wanted to. Which was what exactly? That he was into me? Or if it was because I didn’t believe him; that he was lying and trying to hurt me.
“MINDY!” Markus called out,
“What is your problem?” I demanded. I felt like shoving him so I could get an immediate answer-one that I‘d deserved for years.
“You should go home be fore that weirdo comes back,” Dean suggested.
Flashes of the last day we were fri ends sparked through my mind. Dean said the same thing to me when we saw his parents’ killer walk by us that evening.
Sadness waved through me.
“Why did you stop talking to me?” I demanded, trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat. “Why did you shut me out?”
There was silence. Dean simply stared at me. Pain overtook his eyes. Just his eyes.
“I miss them, too.” I said softly. Dean’s parents were the nicest people I knew. They always treated me with love. But it might have been the wrong thing to say because his eyes started narrowing into slits. The rage filling inside them was ready to spew out.
Dean looked up at the sky and gulped. Even his neck looked powerful as it forced the lump to stay down. Dean dropped his head back down and looked me in the eyes. His features were softer as he stared deep into my eyes, trying to read my soul. I felt for him. I wanted to reach up and hug him. To tell him I would always be there for him. I wasn’t staring at the emotionless Dean I had been attending the same school with-I was staring at the Dean I knew years ago. His green eyes softened little by little and the stars shined off of them. It was almost as if I was looking at the sky in his eyes. Stars? It was dark out. Too dark. I looked down at my dog sitting beside me.
“You’re right. I should get going...” I t old him when he didn’t speak. Dean arched his eye brows up with sadness. His eyes widened and pleaded with me.
“Don ’t.” Dean looked down and away from me. “Please.” he said softly. There was pain in his voice. Mixed emotions tumbled out of his mouth with every spoken word and it was difficult for me to figure out if he was angry or if it was something else entirely.
“What? I thought you said I should go.” I walked a few steps to where he was looking so that his gaze met mine. The worry in his eyes begged me to stay. “What’s going on Dean? What’s wrong?” I sincerely asked him.
Dean still didn’t answer. He just stared into my eyes as if it was the only thing in the forest to look at. It wasn’t the first time he looked at me that way, but it was usually from a greater distance like at school or the lounge. I wanted to ask him what that was about.
“Dean. Why do you stare at me? And I’m not talking about just tonight. It’s all the time.” I asked.
Dean’s eyes gazed into mine. I felt like I was about to collapse from his penetrating gaze. It was so deep, it made me feel somewhat connected to him. His lips twitched a little, holding back, as if he wanted to tell me something but was hesitating.
“Dean? Why? Why do you look at me?” I gently asked. My face softened, inviting him to feel comfortable.
“Like what?” Dean broke out. It sounded like he was out of breath.
“You know.” I replied.
“You’re mistaking.” Dean gulped.
“Why do you do it?” I asked again. I felt I knew what the answer was. My heart was pounding insanely in my chest . I had never felt so nervous and eager for an answer.
“Every time I look at you...” Dean paused and took in a deep breath. Butterflies fluttered all around my insides. My breathing got deeper and I had to focus on controlling it.
“What?” I desperately asked.
“Every time…there’s nothing.” Pain and worry filled his eyes. “It’s just a glance.” Dean looked like he was burning himself and was trying not to react to it.
Disappointment settled inside me. And I wasn’t sure if it was because I didn’t hear what I wanted to. Which was what exactly? That he was into me? Or if it was because I didn’t believe him; that he was lying and trying to hurt me.
“MINDY!” Markus called out,
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