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QOTD - Why did you choose your username?

£ Cassy

I walk through the front door, slamming it behind me.

"Real mature." Dean says sarcastically, walking through the door.

"You know what isn't mature? The way you acted in there!" I shout.

"He was hitting on you!" Dean defends.

I roll my eyes and throw the tv remote at his head. "That's the point!"

"How is that the point!?" He shouts back.

I growl at him and stomp upstairs to my room. "Go away!"

He of course follows me. "Don't boss me around."

"That's all you ever do to me!" I try closing the door on him.

With no struggle, he pushes it open and catches me before I fall to the ground. "Well, maybe you should start listening."

"No, Dean! You can't just make me do whatever you want!"

"Yeah, I can."

I pull away from him. "No, just get out."

He grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into him. "I'm not leaving."

I glare at him. "You're sleeping on the couch then."

"We'll see how long that lasts." He scoffs.

"Why are you being so mean to me?"

"I'm not. I'm being mean to other people who talk to you." He shrugs and sits down on the couch.

"But why?"

"Because I'm not letting anyone take you away from me."

"No one is taking me away from you!" I exclaim, running my hands through my hair.

"Yes, they are. They're going to take you and I'll be lonely again." He sighs.

I hold out my hand and he takes it. I move us to the bed, throwing him down and laying beside him. My head laying on his chest as his soft heartbeat fills my ears. "Dean, don't worry about that. You mean to much to me, no one compares to you."



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