You Make Me Feel So Right, Even When I'm Wrong
3/17
I walk out of my dorm looking at my phone and run in to someone. I look up and see Greg.
“Hello,” Greg said.
“Hey,” I said.
“You want to get breakfast?”
“I’m going to study group.”
“So you live here?”
“Yeah.”
“We should form a study group.”
“It’s fine. I don’t have a problem with math.”
“You seem ready to go.”
“I’m going to be late.”
“Oh sorry.”
I walk away tired of him. I go to library and deal with a peer review group for the creative writing since it is spring break. Once I’m done I walk inside my dorm and lied down on my bed and sigh. My phone rings. I grab it.
“Hello,” I said.
“You sound upset,” Dean said.
“Tired.”
“You don’t have time for dinner with me?””
“When?”
“While I think I’m at USC but I can be wrong.”
“Pull over somewhere and park legally and text me a picture of things around you.”
“Ok bye.”
“Bye.”
I shoot up and grab my make-up and did it so my eyes pop more then make sure my hair looks good. I smile and look at my outfit before opening my closet. I grab shorts that you can see pockets that are plaid knowing guys like looking at my legs. I look at my shirt and throw it off and start flipping through my tees.
“Whao what is going on here?” Lucy asks walking in.
“I’m meeting a guy like now and have to find something to wear that looks easy,” I said.
I grab a grey tank top and my black Cardigan. I grab my phone and keys and put them in a purse. I look at the phone and see Dean Text me a picture that is super close. I go outside and my feet hurt. I look down and see my shoes aren’t on. I run upstairs and grab my simple black pumps. I run over to where Dean and slowly walk to his truck. I get in and Dean smiles at me. I smile back and lean over and kiss his cheek. He smiles at me.
“You look good for being tired,” Dean said.
“I just threw things on this morning,” I said.
Dean laughs a little and kisses my cheek.
“Right,” He said.
I look at him and notice he doesn’t have a hat on and his hair is done. I smile and listen to him talk about his week so far with it being Thursday. He parks and I look over and don’t quite know where we at. He takes me inside and I hear Rage music.
“We are at the Rage restaurant on Pico?” I ask him.
“Yeah. Have you been here before?” Dean asks.
“No but I didn’t think you take me here.”
“Rage?”
I shrugged my shoulders. We sit down at a table and eat and talk. He drives back to school. I look over at him not wanting him to go.
“Do you want to go home?” I ask him.
“Not really.”
I get out of look at him. He gets out. I take to a nice peaceful area to sit down and sit on the grass. He sits down next to me and I smile at him.
“You don’t want to go inside?” He asks.
“I’m not close to my roommate anymore.”
“Why?”
“She was looking through my stuff. Now everything is locked.”
“So I take it my poster isn’t hanging up on your wall.”
“The one with your number and e-mail address?”
“Yeah.”
“That is never going to be hanging up in my wall.”
“Why?”
“I’m on the poster.”
He laughs and warps and arm around me. I look up at him and kiss his lips lightly. He pulls away and lean his head on my forehead.
“You have to stop doing that,” He said.
“Doing what?” I ask.
“Kissing me.”
I look at him and pout a little. He kisses my forehead.
“Don’t look like a hurt puppy,” He said.
“You sound hurt,” I said.
“I don’t want to get hurt nor do I want to tell you no.”
I laugh and kiss his cheek.
“I try harder. I’m sorry," I told him.
He kisses my forehead lightly.
“No need to be sorry,” Dean said.
“When can I see you ride again?”
“That is a tuff thing to say.”
“Why?”
“The track is a secret and they don’t like people there who isn't ridding. I’m waiting till my bike is finish for outdoors to do that.”
“So pretty much the next race?”
“That might be the only time you can. I tell you better when the bike is done.”
“Ok.”
I smile at him. He kisses my lips. My phone rings. I grab it and see it is Paris.
“Hello Paris,” I said.
“Hey.”
“What up you don’t sound happy?”
“While since you look so nice next to Dean, the photographer deiced to put your name for the girl with this other rider.”
“Broc?”
“No.”
“Josh?”
“No.”
“Um the blond dude?”
“No he races on the east coast.”
“Um it’s not a person on 450?”
“Right.”
Dean looks at me and I smile at him.
“It’s Blake. You meet him once before we got lunch with Louis,” Paris said.
“OH! the person who told you Dean took me home?” I said.
“Yes that guy.”
“What about Blake?” Dean asks.
“Are you with Dean right now?” Paris asks.
“Yeah he took me to Rage restaurant.”
“Put me on speaker.”
“Ok Paris.”
I press the button and smile at Dean.
“First off what did Mitch tell you two to do?” Paris asks.
“Were not together.” Dean said.
“Once in a while is fine but two weekends in a row?”
“Just Saturdays,” I said.
“Didn’t Mitch give you something to lessen your time with her?”
“Urg,” Dean said.
“You used up three of them.”
“Only two more.”
“Till middle of April.”
“That is not ok.”
“You agree to it.”
“You only allowed to see me five times till the races?” I ask Dean.
“Yeah,” Dean said.
“Now I might not tell anyone about this but be careful how you spend your time together," Paris said.
“Ok.”
I look at Dean and pout at him. He kisses my forehead.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him.
“I didn’t think about it and the concert doesn’t count. Mitch said so himself.”
“OK fine you got three or four more left. Use it wisely Deano,” Paris said.
“Right Pairs. Now what about Blake?” Dean asks her.
“They want Angel to do a photo shoot with Blake.”
“But she’s only done it with me.”
“You can’t have your own monster girl.”
“Are you ok with this?”
“She’s a monster girl. I knew this will happen.”
“Nice to know Paris. Angel are you ok with it?”
“It’s going to be wired. I don’t know the guy. He might not even be cute,” I said.
“Blake is ok,” Paris said.
“Ok?”
“Well I find Dean to be less attractive then Blake but they are both young.”
“Great.”
“You going have to do it.”
“You will be with me?”
“Yes I will be with you, I promise.”
“I do no East Coast races still?”
“Yes I told them that it too much traveling to do with you school.”
“OK good.”
“Ok bye.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and sigh. Dean warps his arms around me. I kiss his cheek.
“Three more times,” I said.
“I know month to go,” Dean said.
“Almost every weekend.”
“It’s every weekend I’m here.”
“You’re here?”
“I’m going to the Toronto race it’s at the end of this month.”
“So we not going to see each other till your back?”
“This week?”
“Say yes till I’m back.”
“Till I’m back.”
I look at my phone and sigh.
“What is it?” Dean asks.
“Curfew is coming.”
“What is Curfew?”
“Time we not allowed to just sit here.”
“So we have to go?”
“Let me call someone.”
“Ok.”
I call Lucy while getting up.
“Hey,” She said.
“Where you at?” I ask.
“In the dorm. Why?”
“Just asking.”
“You want me to leave so you can bring this boy home?”
“No we good.”
“Ok bye.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and kiss his cheek.
“Oh it is only 10,” I said.
“I know.”
“Let’s go I’m driving.”
“Where are we going?”
“One of my favorite place to eat.”
I grab his keys and walk to his truck. I get in and drive to Kristy Kreme.
“Really?” Dean asks.
“I love this place.”
“I wouldn’t figure that out. It’s just unhealthy.”
“You act like you don’t eat chocolate.”
“I have to watch what I eat.”
“Please?”
“Fine.”
We go in and by a dozen and some coffee. We go to his truck and I drive half way to school then park in a parking lot.
“This is fine?” Dean asks.
“Yeah.”
“Ok.”
I open the box and grab a doughnut and take a bit of it.
“Yummy Yummy,” I said.
“Your hungry after the dinner we had?” He asks.
“No but there is always room for doughnuts.”
“Take them with you.”
“Ok I will.”
“Ok then.”
I smile at him and he lean in and kiss my lips. I push him away.
“No trying to steal my doughnut,” I told him.
“Oh you caught me.”
“I’m too fast for you.”
Dean laughs and we talk while drinking the coffee. He drives me back to school. I hug him tight.
“Night Night Dean,” I said.
“Night Angel.”
He kisses my cheek and smiles at me.
“See you in April,” I said.
“End of March.”
“Whatever bye Dean.”
“Bye.”
I walk out and go inside the dorm. I set my doughnuts in my desk and grab my lap top. Lucy comes in and lies down.
“Oh man this one guy is so hot.” She said.
“This one guy?”
“He races.”
“Oh cool.”
“Yeah here is a picture of him.”
I look and see a picture of someone in monster gear that is similar to what Dean wears.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“His name is Blake.”
“Oh yeah he is cute. The Dean guy you show me before I think is cuter.”
“He’s ok. I mean I wouldn’t mind having sex with him but he is going to be done after the night. This guy just looks at him. Nothing can make him any more sexy.”
“Ok that’s cool.”
“Yeah. So what you doing tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I might go see Pairs.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
I grab my phone and text Paris when the shoot is and she text me it’s Monday at Six.
“Nope it spend early day with her on Monday,” I said.
“Ok night.”
“Night.”
I go and take a shower. I go back to my room and put my lap top away then lay down.
“Hello,” Greg said.
“Hey,” I said.
“You want to get breakfast?”
“I’m going to study group.”
“So you live here?”
“Yeah.”
“We should form a study group.”
“It’s fine. I don’t have a problem with math.”
“You seem ready to go.”
“I’m going to be late.”
“Oh sorry.”
I walk away tired of him. I go to library and deal with a peer review group for the creative writing since it is spring break. Once I’m done I walk inside my dorm and lied down on my bed and sigh. My phone rings. I grab it.
“Hello,” I said.
“You sound upset,” Dean said.
“Tired.”
“You don’t have time for dinner with me?””
“When?”
“While I think I’m at USC but I can be wrong.”
“Pull over somewhere and park legally and text me a picture of things around you.”
“Ok bye.”
“Bye.”
I shoot up and grab my make-up and did it so my eyes pop more then make sure my hair looks good. I smile and look at my outfit before opening my closet. I grab shorts that you can see pockets that are plaid knowing guys like looking at my legs. I look at my shirt and throw it off and start flipping through my tees.
“Whao what is going on here?” Lucy asks walking in.
“I’m meeting a guy like now and have to find something to wear that looks easy,” I said.
I grab a grey tank top and my black Cardigan. I grab my phone and keys and put them in a purse. I look at the phone and see Dean Text me a picture that is super close. I go outside and my feet hurt. I look down and see my shoes aren’t on. I run upstairs and grab my simple black pumps. I run over to where Dean and slowly walk to his truck. I get in and Dean smiles at me. I smile back and lean over and kiss his cheek. He smiles at me.
“You look good for being tired,” Dean said.
“I just threw things on this morning,” I said.
Dean laughs a little and kisses my cheek.
“Right,” He said.
I look at him and notice he doesn’t have a hat on and his hair is done. I smile and listen to him talk about his week so far with it being Thursday. He parks and I look over and don’t quite know where we at. He takes me inside and I hear Rage music.
“We are at the Rage restaurant on Pico?” I ask him.
“Yeah. Have you been here before?” Dean asks.
“No but I didn’t think you take me here.”
“Rage?”
I shrugged my shoulders. We sit down at a table and eat and talk. He drives back to school. I look over at him not wanting him to go.
“Do you want to go home?” I ask him.
“Not really.”
I get out of look at him. He gets out. I take to a nice peaceful area to sit down and sit on the grass. He sits down next to me and I smile at him.
“You don’t want to go inside?” He asks.
“I’m not close to my roommate anymore.”
“Why?”
“She was looking through my stuff. Now everything is locked.”
“So I take it my poster isn’t hanging up on your wall.”
“The one with your number and e-mail address?”
“Yeah.”
“That is never going to be hanging up in my wall.”
“Why?”
“I’m on the poster.”
He laughs and warps and arm around me. I look up at him and kiss his lips lightly. He pulls away and lean his head on my forehead.
“You have to stop doing that,” He said.
“Doing what?” I ask.
“Kissing me.”
I look at him and pout a little. He kisses my forehead.
“Don’t look like a hurt puppy,” He said.
“You sound hurt,” I said.
“I don’t want to get hurt nor do I want to tell you no.”
I laugh and kiss his cheek.
“I try harder. I’m sorry," I told him.
He kisses my forehead lightly.
“No need to be sorry,” Dean said.
“When can I see you ride again?”
“That is a tuff thing to say.”
“Why?”
“The track is a secret and they don’t like people there who isn't ridding. I’m waiting till my bike is finish for outdoors to do that.”
“So pretty much the next race?”
“That might be the only time you can. I tell you better when the bike is done.”
“Ok.”
I smile at him. He kisses my lips. My phone rings. I grab it and see it is Paris.
“Hello Paris,” I said.
“Hey.”
“What up you don’t sound happy?”
“While since you look so nice next to Dean, the photographer deiced to put your name for the girl with this other rider.”
“Broc?”
“No.”
“Josh?”
“No.”
“Um the blond dude?”
“No he races on the east coast.”
“Um it’s not a person on 450?”
“Right.”
Dean looks at me and I smile at him.
“It’s Blake. You meet him once before we got lunch with Louis,” Paris said.
“OH! the person who told you Dean took me home?” I said.
“Yes that guy.”
“What about Blake?” Dean asks.
“Are you with Dean right now?” Paris asks.
“Yeah he took me to Rage restaurant.”
“Put me on speaker.”
“Ok Paris.”
I press the button and smile at Dean.
“First off what did Mitch tell you two to do?” Paris asks.
“Were not together.” Dean said.
“Once in a while is fine but two weekends in a row?”
“Just Saturdays,” I said.
“Didn’t Mitch give you something to lessen your time with her?”
“Urg,” Dean said.
“You used up three of them.”
“Only two more.”
“Till middle of April.”
“That is not ok.”
“You agree to it.”
“You only allowed to see me five times till the races?” I ask Dean.
“Yeah,” Dean said.
“Now I might not tell anyone about this but be careful how you spend your time together," Paris said.
“Ok.”
I look at Dean and pout at him. He kisses my forehead.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask him.
“I didn’t think about it and the concert doesn’t count. Mitch said so himself.”
“OK fine you got three or four more left. Use it wisely Deano,” Paris said.
“Right Pairs. Now what about Blake?” Dean asks her.
“They want Angel to do a photo shoot with Blake.”
“But she’s only done it with me.”
“You can’t have your own monster girl.”
“Are you ok with this?”
“She’s a monster girl. I knew this will happen.”
“Nice to know Paris. Angel are you ok with it?”
“It’s going to be wired. I don’t know the guy. He might not even be cute,” I said.
“Blake is ok,” Paris said.
“Ok?”
“Well I find Dean to be less attractive then Blake but they are both young.”
“Great.”
“You going have to do it.”
“You will be with me?”
“Yes I will be with you, I promise.”
“I do no East Coast races still?”
“Yes I told them that it too much traveling to do with you school.”
“OK good.”
“Ok bye.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and sigh. Dean warps his arms around me. I kiss his cheek.
“Three more times,” I said.
“I know month to go,” Dean said.
“Almost every weekend.”
“It’s every weekend I’m here.”
“You’re here?”
“I’m going to the Toronto race it’s at the end of this month.”
“So we not going to see each other till your back?”
“This week?”
“Say yes till I’m back.”
“Till I’m back.”
I look at my phone and sigh.
“What is it?” Dean asks.
“Curfew is coming.”
“What is Curfew?”
“Time we not allowed to just sit here.”
“So we have to go?”
“Let me call someone.”
“Ok.”
I call Lucy while getting up.
“Hey,” She said.
“Where you at?” I ask.
“In the dorm. Why?”
“Just asking.”
“You want me to leave so you can bring this boy home?”
“No we good.”
“Ok bye.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and kiss his cheek.
“Oh it is only 10,” I said.
“I know.”
“Let’s go I’m driving.”
“Where are we going?”
“One of my favorite place to eat.”
I grab his keys and walk to his truck. I get in and drive to Kristy Kreme.
“Really?” Dean asks.
“I love this place.”
“I wouldn’t figure that out. It’s just unhealthy.”
“You act like you don’t eat chocolate.”
“I have to watch what I eat.”
“Please?”
“Fine.”
We go in and by a dozen and some coffee. We go to his truck and I drive half way to school then park in a parking lot.
“This is fine?” Dean asks.
“Yeah.”
“Ok.”
I open the box and grab a doughnut and take a bit of it.
“Yummy Yummy,” I said.
“Your hungry after the dinner we had?” He asks.
“No but there is always room for doughnuts.”
“Take them with you.”
“Ok I will.”
“Ok then.”
I smile at him and he lean in and kiss my lips. I push him away.
“No trying to steal my doughnut,” I told him.
“Oh you caught me.”
“I’m too fast for you.”
Dean laughs and we talk while drinking the coffee. He drives me back to school. I hug him tight.
“Night Night Dean,” I said.
“Night Angel.”
He kisses my cheek and smiles at me.
“See you in April,” I said.
“End of March.”
“Whatever bye Dean.”
“Bye.”
I walk out and go inside the dorm. I set my doughnuts in my desk and grab my lap top. Lucy comes in and lies down.
“Oh man this one guy is so hot.” She said.
“This one guy?”
“He races.”
“Oh cool.”
“Yeah here is a picture of him.”
I look and see a picture of someone in monster gear that is similar to what Dean wears.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“His name is Blake.”
“Oh yeah he is cute. The Dean guy you show me before I think is cuter.”
“He’s ok. I mean I wouldn’t mind having sex with him but he is going to be done after the night. This guy just looks at him. Nothing can make him any more sexy.”
“Ok that’s cool.”
“Yeah. So what you doing tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I might go see Pairs.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
I grab my phone and text Paris when the shoot is and she text me it’s Monday at Six.
“Nope it spend early day with her on Monday,” I said.
“Ok night.”
“Night.”
I go and take a shower. I go back to my room and put my lap top away then lay down.
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