You and Dean. Dean and you. Two people that normally wouldn’t be in the same sentence. You were both like parallel lines. Always nearby but never meeting. That changes today. As you were both now in the same home room at school.

The bell had just rung, meaning break had started. Although, you weren’t feeling too well. You rested your head on your desk as you felt the warm autumn breeze glide through your hair. As you were resting, you felt a finger poke your arm. Repeatedly.

You looked up to see Dean carrying a small pile of snacks in his arms. This was probably just him being nice. But he kept his gaze locked on you as his cheeks burned red.

“For you…” Dean blurted out as he leaned against your desk slightly.