You Make Me Feel So Right, Even When I'm Wrong

I wake up and grab my phone and call Dean.

“Hello,” Dean said.
“How was therapy?” I ask.
“Ok.”
“Are you feeling any better?”
“Not really.”
“Are you still planning on going on Friday?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok. I feel bad. I want to do more to make you feel better.”
“Come to lunch with me.”
“Ok let me get ready then I meet you.”
“Ok.”
“Bye Dean.”
“Bye.”

I hang up and look in my closet and slip on my pink skinny jeans and slip my black shirt that has lace long sleeves. I grab my Dirty Heads hoddie and put on bracelets to lighten the top up and a belt. I grab my bag and walk out to my car. I drive to Dean’s and get out of the car and the door opens. I smile at Dean. He holds out one arm. I hug him lightly to not his hurt shoulder. I kiss his cheek lightly.

“Can you drive?” I ask.
“Better if you drive. I tell you where.”
“Ok. I need to get gas. My light turned on when I pulled off the freeway.”

Dean laughs and kisses my forehead.

“I tell you how to go to a gas station,” Dean said.
“Chevron?”

He smiles and pulls me to his side.

“Why that?” Dean asks.
“It’s what I always get and your spouse to keep to the same company right?”
“Same kind of gas.”

I look at him and he laughs a little.

“I show you at the station,” Dean said.
“OK.”

I unlock the doors and Dean opens his door and slid in. I get in and start the car up and look at him.

“Give me the ipod,” I told him.

He smiles and holds a cd out. I take the Dirty Heads CD out and slid it in the hold on my visor. Dean put his CD in and I can tell it is Lil Wayne.

“I Like Wiz,” I said.
“He is ok. Lil Wayne is better,” Dean said.
“Ok just telling you.”

I turn the volume down and go where he tells me. I get out of the car and grab my bag. Dean takes it.

“Hey,” I said.
“I own you for all the times you come here.”
“It’s like 40 dollars.”
“2 hours back and forth.”
“I don’t think you need to.”
“I’m doing it if you like it or not.”

I sigh and he goes over and paid and I open the gas tank and take the nozzle out and push the button. Dean came and point to the three buttons.

“Those are what you keep the same,” Dean said.
“Oh I feel kinda stupid.”
“No one spent the time telling you how to take care of your car I take it?”
“Not really. I usually blow out a tire and the guy doesn’t understand why I think I only need one new tire.”

Dean goes and looks at my wheels.

“Ok they are fine,” Dean said.
“How can you tell?”
“The tread are still good.”
“Hopeful I got this car new in January.”
“How you mange that?”
“My parents weren’t happy with me driving a Chevy. It looks bad on them so they got me this one. Paris tired to get them to get me an Escalade.”
“You don’t need a big car.”
“Yeah I like the CTS better for me right now but when I’m a mom I’m getting the Escalade.”

Dean laughs and I smile at him. The gas stops so I grab it and put everything away and close it up. We go inside the car again and he told me where to go and we pull up to Chipotle.

“Really?” I asks.
“You don’t like Chipotle?”
“Mexican food really. I like Taco bell when I’m drunk.”
“Or High.”
“I was not high. I just wanted Mountain dew.”
“You were high.”
“Was not.”
“Applebee’s?”
“Ok tell me.”

He told me where to turn while tease me about being high. We get to the parking lot. We get out and I hear a bang. I look over at Dean and see Dean still in the car.

“Tell me you hit your head?” I ask while walking over to his side.

He laughs at me and come out. I look at him and he kisses my lips lightly.

“Yes I bang my head,” I said.
“Ok that’s good.”
“You are lucky I can’t tweet the things you say.”
“I don’t have one.”
“You are going to need one with you being a monster girl.”
“Paris most likely set me up on it and just hasn’t told me and keep it private.”
“I should find it.”

I giggle at Dean and we walk in. I look and smile seeing no sports on the TV.

“Hello. Just you two?” The waitress asks.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Booth or Table?”

I look at Dean not caring.

“Booth,” Dean said.
“Ok come right this way.”

We smile and go to the table. We order are drinks and Dean looks at me.

“So you haven’t ridden at all?” I ask.
“Yeah I’m going to see how I feel on Saturday.”
“Ok.”

He holds his hand out on the table. I grab it and he kisses it lightly.

“I like your nails,” Dean said.
“You seem to be faze by them on Saturday.”
“Your hands are so cute. They small and your fingers are long. They are just so prefect.”

I giggle at him and he looks at me.

“My hands are prefect?” I asks him.
“Many things are prefect on you.”
“Perfect?”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t use perfect to describe something on me.”
“Not even your ass?”

I look at him and he smiles at me.

“You stare at my ass?” I asks him shocked.
“Of course you are in skinny jeans they beg for eyes to look down to it.”
“Thanks I’m not going to wear skinny jeans anymore.”
“Just wait till you are in those leather pants Monster girls have to wear.”
“Stop it. I don’t want you looking at my ass or anyone else.”
“I’m an Ass man sorry but I can’t help but look at yours. It’s perfect in every way.”
“I should figure you like my butt with you so in to Hip Hop.”

He groans and lays his head on the table. I laugh a little and see a girl coming with our food. She lays my pasta in front of me.

“Sir your food?” The girl said.

Dean sits up and she put his food down.

“Can I get you two anything else?” She asks.
“No we good. Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”

She walks away and I look and see a slight blush on Dean’s face.

“Aw did Deano get embarrass,” I asks him.
“I’m going to walk behind you and just stare at your ass all the time.”
“Really?”
“Yep my eyes are going to be glue to it.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“I have a pretty good mental image of what it looks like already,” Dean said.
“Ok stop it. I’m sorry,” I said.

I pout and Dean smiles at me.

“Truce?” Dean asks.
“As long as you don’t stare at it.”
“I won’t do it any more then I have been.”
“Fine.”
“Ok.”

He smiles at me and I shake my head at him. We eat with little to no talking. Once we done the waiter came and brought the check. Dean hands it to me so I can figure out the tip. He smiles at m once the waiter took it away. His phone rings.

“Therapy time again,” Dean said looking down at his phone.
“Ok let’s get you home,” Dean said.

Dean smiles and we go to my car and I drive back to his house. He leans over and kisses my lips. I pull away and smile at him.

“See you Saturday,” I said.
“No Friday?” Dean asks.
“Leaving late just going to sleep once we get there.”
“Ok.”

I smile at him.

“I hope it goes good,” I told him.

He smiles and gets out. He goes to his car and his dad came. I smile and he waves. I wave back and drove to Paris’s Apartment. I go up and see her looking at the TV while it’s off.

“What you thinking about sis?” I ask.

She looks at me.

“I’m surprise to see you here,” Paris said.
“Dean has therapy to go to. We had lunch.”
“I like you in that pink. Should wear white next time to be bright.”
“I think of it. So what you thinking about?”
“I’m done with school after this.”
“That’s right your graduation this year. What are you doing?”
“While next year I’m Miss motocross.”
“You get on TV that’s good and meet people in Radio you can help everything.”
“Yeah but I talked to Josh.”

I sit down and look at her.

“He just doesn’t want to ruin him and Dingo friendship for just a girl. He doesn’t know how much he likes me. If he knew he loved me then he will be with me,” Paris said.
“I liked Dingo.”
“Of course you did. Dingo liked you a lot.”
“Really?”
“You knew everything he was talking about with you being in to Snowboards.”
“Makes sense. I cook?”
“Thanks.”

I get up and start cooking dinner for us.