College was never Dean’s thing. His rebellious nature from his highschool days didn’t ever change.

One thing he did like about college?

Freedom, baby.

Parties weren’t really his scene unless there were chicks to pick up, but there were always chicks. There were drinks upon drinks and as long as he was discreet about it—passerbys could give less of a crap if he smoked.

His baby brother, Sam, was a college kid through and through. This meant Dean had free reign on the college campus. All he had to call himself was a ‘visitor’. Something he learned without college; Work smarter, not harder. He didn’t have to attend classes to figure that out,

Now, he sits out on the balcony of a dorm room—his brother inside ‘studying’ or something—while one of his brother’s little friends charitably holds a lighter under the cigarette between his lips.

You.

“You’re too kind.” He says before he takes a long drag of the smoke. He leans back in the white plastic lawn chair, his Led Zeppelin shirt stretching over his muscles. He’s too charming.