A Little Too Far (scene 23)

We enter through Dean's gate.

'You sure your parents aren't home?'

'Yep. House all to myself for a change. Mum's at work and Dad goes shooting with his mates Friday's when he's back.'

Dean pulls out his house key and turns it in the lock. The door groans swallowing us in. The smell of fresh flowers and mandarin hits me as I enter, closing the door behind me. It's the first time I've ever been to Dean's house. The decor is warm and inviting. I feel relaxed walking through the immaculate living room past the kitchen and outside.

His back garden is smaller than ours, but the space has been made to look bigger than it actually is. There's a water feature near a little rock pool with some sizeable koi fish swimming around in it. A small grassy patch and medium decking hold up the weight of a monster barbecue. We take a seat on some wooden chairs next to it. Dean lights up. We sit in silence sharing the smoke. I ask him questions about his family and his house, stuff I feel like I should know already, but don't.

Dean stubs out the butt and I follow him back inside. He stops at the fridge and pulls out a beer.

'You want?' I nod. Why the hell not. I didn't drink beer. I didn't really drink. But today felt different somehow.

Entering Dean's room felt like going under water: the walls a bright but dark ocean blue, making me feel cold. Guitars and band posters of musicians stick on the walls. Dean's hockey gear lays up against a desk with a computer and a cool looking bendy chair sitting in front of a window overlooking the back garden we just came in from. I take a seat on single bed. He goes over to his computer and puts on some sounds.

'I never knew you were so into music. ' He shrugs.

'I dabble.'

'Oh yeah, when do you have time with school and playing hockey? I can barely survive the workload this year let alone have a hobby.'

'Write songs to.'

'Careful Dean, you might impress me. Let's hear one.' He smirks but pulls down a guitar, shutting off the music he's just put on. I sit up smiling. I can't stop smiling. He clears his throat and makes a serious face. We laugh hard. He composes himself. I feel the beginnings of laughter punching up my throat again, but I subtly grab onto my mouth with my hands to stop it from exploding. Dean is gazing intently at his guitar. I've only ever seen him look that way once before and it was at Tara. I shake her out of my head. I don't want to think of her right now. I want to think of him and how sexy he looks with that guitar. Dean licks his lips and plays for me. I raise my eyebrows in surprise by the femininity of his voice. He's good. After about twenty seconds, pink blotches appear on his neck and he stops. And laughs. I shove his shoulder.

'You're good Dean. Like really good.'

'Nah.' He looks shy. I grab his hand.

'I'm serious.' He's looking at me. I'm blinking at him. He leans forward and we're kissing. I place my hand to his cheek and feel his soft skin. The breathe from his nose it hot on my upper lip. The beer tastes sour from his mouth. Dean lets his guitar slip to the floor straightening out his whole body to lie on top of mine. I coil my arms around his neck and shoulders pulling him close, not quite believing this is happening, not quite caring either.

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