Dean scowled, irritated. “Well, that’s easy for you to say, you’re-”
“No, actually, it isn’t! Dean, you have no fucking idea.” She looked at him sadly, and Dean sucked his lower lip into his mouth. It had been better when she was angry. “Dean, do you really think I’d just move on and forget about you? Is that what you think of me? Yeah, so I’m going to college next year, but that doesn’t mean… it doesn’t mean I’ll be suddenly better than you! It certainly doesn’t mean I’ll forget about you. In fact, not seeing you every day and hanging out with you and talking to you is going to be one of the worst things about leaving! Dean, you’re… you’re my best friend, you idiot! You’re the one I built a den with in the back garden the summer I was nine. You’re the one who came to my twelfth birthday party in that stupid dinosaur outfit because I was going through that Jurassic Park obsession. You were the one I went to when Mike broke up with me, and you made me laugh and told me he was an idiot, and watched crappy movies and ate ice cream with me till I felt better. I could never forget about you, you jerk! And god, if you’d just talked to us you would’ve figured that out a long time ago! Cause I’ve… I’ve really missed you. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my life, and trying to build a relationship with my dad, and I’ve started dating someone new, and… and I really needed you but you weren’t there.”
Dean’s throat felt horribly tight and he didn’t trust himself to speak. He climbed out of bed and pulled Jo into a hug, not caring that it hurt this time. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Ah! How sweet! *cries*
“You’d like to be friends.” It wasn’t a question.
“Well… yeah. I mean, you saved my life, and I… Well, you’re not like anyone I ever met before.”
“I’d like that. I haven’t had an actual friend before. The concept is… intriguing.”
“No, actually, it isn’t! Dean, you have no fucking idea.” She looked at him sadly, and Dean sucked his lower lip into his mouth. It had been better when she was angry. “Dean, do you really think I’d just move on and forget about you? Is that what you think of me? Yeah, so I’m going to college next year, but that doesn’t mean… it doesn’t mean I’ll be suddenly better than you! It certainly doesn’t mean I’ll forget about you. In fact, not seeing you every day and hanging out with you and talking to you is going to be one of the worst things about leaving! Dean, you’re… you’re my best friend, you idiot! You’re the one I built a den with in the back garden the summer I was nine. You’re the one who came to my twelfth birthday party in that stupid dinosaur outfit because I was going through that Jurassic Park obsession. You were the one I went to when Mike broke up with me, and you made me laugh and told me he was an idiot, and watched crappy movies and ate ice cream with me till I felt better. I could never forget about you, you jerk! And god, if you’d just talked to us you would’ve figured that out a long time ago! Cause I’ve… I’ve really missed you. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my life, and trying to build a relationship with my dad, and I’ve started dating someone new, and… and I really needed you but you weren’t there.”
Dean’s throat felt horribly tight and he didn’t trust himself to speak. He climbed out of bed and pulled Jo into a hug, not caring that it hurt this time. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Ah! How sweet! *cries*
“You’d like to be friends.” It wasn’t a question.
“Well… yeah. I mean, you saved my life, and I… Well, you’re not like anyone I ever met before.”
“I’d like that. I haven’t had an actual friend before. The concept is… intriguing.”
LOL! That is cute!
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