No Strings Attached, Right?

1. No one, not even a midget.

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I walk into the Diner about 5 minutes late due to the lack of knowing where my make up was located. "You're late." Dean smiles up at me. "Yeah, I know. I couldn't find anything in my appartment." I sit down across from him. "Rough morning?" He asks. "You know it." I place my head in my hands due to the continuous thudding of my ragging headache. "I brought tylenol. Thought you'd need it." Dean places a bottle of pills infront of me. "Thanks, did you order the hangover meal?" I ask. I grab the pills and swallow two without water. I look at him. He's nodding. Everytime we go out somewhere that serves alcohol, we come  here and order one specific thing.

For Dean... he gets three scrambled eggs, extra cheesy. 9 pieces of bacon. 2 pieces of toaste. A large cup of hot tea. Its pretty good, I ordered it one time when I didn't have a hangover. He's eats it like a 2 year old eats Oreos. Quick, and all of it. He's a hell of a pig I'll tell you that. A good looking pig.

For me... I get two sunny side up eggs, salted and peppered. Two pieces of toast. Three pieces of their saugage slices. And a small cup of decaffinated coffee. I like to maintain a good body figure. I'm only 22 and I'd like to look good. I mean Dean looks good, he works out a lot so he burns off the shit he doesn't need. Not to mention how he looks like Jared Padalecki.

We sit in confortable silence for about five minutes. We're waiting on our food. Neither of us can function without our food, ever. "You don't usually ask me to eat hangover breakfast with you unless you want to tell me something, or want to ask me something. We just manage t ocome here everytime. So... what is is?" I ask.

"I have an idea." Dean implies. "And that is?" I questions his thoughts. "B.F.W.B.!" He almost shouts. "Huh?" I'm confused. "Ugh, best friends with benefits! Come on Paige!" He pleads, begging like a puppy for a treat. Wait... WHAT! Why would he want to do... this is an esxcuse. An excuse to sleep with me. Everything is honestly. "I'll think about it." I answer. I wouldn't mind sleeping with him honestly.

The food comes and we eat in silence. This time it's not really comfortable, more on the awkward side. I finish my food as fast as I can. I need to get out of here. Like now! I need an excuse to leave in a rush.

WORK! I don't really need to go. I have today off. This is great. Just wonderful. He knows I don't work today too. He's probably going to stop by my place. What if he just walks in and just keeps begging me. Oh no. Nothing good is going to come out of this, nothing at all.

I stand up from my seat at the diner, surprised that no one was looking at us funny, or giving us any dirty looks. Didn't anyone hear him say that? "I have to get to work, catch ya later." I smile and place a twenty dollar bill on the table to pay for my half of the bill. This was an awkward experience.

***

I thought of it. About what Dean suggested. It doesn't seem like a bad idea really, you just have sex with each other and continue on with everything. Friendship, life, just everything. Luckly Dean didn't try to stop by today. I've literally been hiding out in my livingroom watching the Supernatural series since I got home. I've been home since 4:30 PM and it's like 9 PM. I don't want to tell him over text, facetime, or call. I want to tell him face-to-face. In person. That is best right? 

I decide to go after the episode finishes and it does, too fast. I'm not ready for this. Not at all, but it needs to be done. If I don't do this now, it might not get done at all. I walk over to my door with my keys and phone in hand and my shoes on my feet. Walking down the stairs of the appartment complex I give myself a little pep talk.

It goes a little like: "Bitch you got this! Your sexy, hot, smart, understanding, and super fucking horny, so get it over with. Quit being a baby and fuck him already."

Yeah, I'm so nice to myself sometimes. By the time I finish my talk, I've reached my car. The lovely maroon colored Durango. I love this thing. It's my baby. It's my prized posession. I love it with all my heart. I take care of it. I bathe it. I feed it. I play with it. I take it places. It has a happy life. Never once has it been to the doctors.

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I'm stalling... I have reached his appartment complex like 10 minutes ago and I'm still sitting in my baby. Engine off, music off, A/C off, heat off. All of it, off. Finally I step out of the car and take the elevator up to his floor. there are 6 floors and he's on the top. I didn't call him to tell him I would be stopping by. Why should I? He's expecting me, right? yeah, that hoebag is waiting for me right at his door. Sitting there wanting to scream out my name and call me mami! Why? Because I'm a boss ass bitch. That's why.

Once I reach the door to his appartment it opens, as expected. I knew he was waiting for me. I look up at him, he's looking down into my eyes. Deeply into them. I take a step back. " I was-" I get cut off. "I was just about to go to your place and see how you were doing." He smiles. "Right, um... I'm doing the same here... as you can tell. Well you seem fine so uummm, well I'll start heading back home." I turn around, embarassed to talk to my best friend for literally the first time ever.

"Paige." He says grabbing my wrist. I quickly turn around to face him. He looks concerned, or worried about something. "Yeah?" I question. "Can we talk?" He asks. I nod. He's still holding onto my wrist. It's tight but not too tight, like a tightness that feels secure and reassuring I guess. I'm not sure. He startled me. I think I felt my heart jump up into my throat then go back down.

We walk into the livingroom and sit on the couch. I don't say anything. I wait for him to open his mouth. "I need to know Paige. It's a yes or no. That's it.  I don't want to get my hopes up for nothing. So please, just tell me." He has hope and worry in his eyes. "Yes. I do." I smile and walk into the kitchen. "So... where's dinner?" I ask. "What do you mean?" He follows me. "I came over, how do you expect your guest to be happy without food." I say sarcastically as I look thorugh his cubboards. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be. You come here make me happy and use my happiness as leverage for food." He opens the oven and pulls out lasagna.

"Thank god! I haven't eaten since the diner today. Oh, and just so you know, this is not some stupid excuse to sleep with eachother. Okay?" I say. "Note taken." Dean pulls out two plates, and two forks, and a roll of paper towels. "Good." I take my plate and scoop the food on it. I watch Dean do the same. "Fork?" I hold my hand out and he places it on my palm. "Thanks." I turn around and go to sit on the couch.

"Rules of this whole ordeal." I say with things popping in my head. "Uh huh." Dean scoops a spoonful into his mouth. "One; We can't tell each other if we slept with someone else so basically don't talk about your sex life. Two; No one can know. Don't tell anyone. Three; We can not develope feeling. They are fobidden. Four; Once one of us is in a relationship, we have to call off everything and allow that person to live happily with their partner. Five; No jealousy." I explain.

"Okay." He agrees.