Chapter 10- threesome or jokesome

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"Good news and bad news." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Sawyer asked.

"Good news is that Barbie is finally gone. Bad news is that Sawyer isn't getting laid today."

Once the movie was over, it was eight and I told the boys that I'd better head home. I haven't seen my dad in more than a day.

I really didn't want to leave Dean on his own but I knew I would see him the following morning.

"Now you better be careful, don't do anything dangerous or anything that might make you feel pain." I told Dean before leaving.

"I'll walk you home if that makes you feel any better." He offered.

"Only if you want to." I shrugged.

"Of course I want to." He smiled.

He grabbed his keys and opened the door for me.

"See you tomorrow Sawyer!" I called out before the door shut.

Once we got to the front door, Dean leant in for a kiss but I stopped him.

"What are we?" I gestured between us.

"What do you mean?" He asked looking confused.

"Are we a couple? Are we friends with benefits?"

"We are whatever you want us to be." He smiled.

"My heart wants us to be a couple but my head says it's too early."

"We can take this slow, like I said, I'm going to be here for you." He took my hands.

I couldn't help it. okay?

I leant in and gave him a kiss.

"So... does that mean we're together?" he raised an eyebrow.

I nodded.

"Great." Then he leaned in for another kiss.

But the door swung open and we jumped away from each other.

I expected my dad to be standing there which would've been embarrassing enough but it was much worse.

"What the heck are you doing here?!" I shouted at the person standing at the door.

"I've come to make up baby." Ken smirked.

"Who is this?" Dean asked me.

"Ken." I said between gritted teeth. "Why are you in my house? Actually, why are you even in England?"

"As I have said, I've come to make up."

"I don't want to 'make up'."

"Dude, you can't just come back one day and expect her to take you back." Dean tried to reason.

"Who the hell are you?" Ken snapped.

"Don't be rude! This is Dean, my.. boyfriend." I decided on.

"Boyfriend?" The both of them asked.

I rolled my eyes at Dean.

"I thought we were just through this." I said exasperated.

"You move on quickly." Ken said.

"I'm not the one who cheated on you when we were still together." I said sharply.

"I was drunk, I made mistakes."

"Blah blah blah." I said annoyed. "Just get out of my house, I don't ever want to see you again. Wait, how did you even get in?"

"Hiding your spare key under the door mat was something you always did." He shrugged.

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