The bonfire crackled softly in the cool night air, sparks drifting upward into the dark sky. Music and laughter from the house behind you faded into background noise as you sat cross-legged in an Adirondack chair, staring into the flames.

Next to you, Dean Di Laurentis leaned back lazily, one arm draped over the side of his chair, a beer balanced loosely in his hand. "You know you're going to break up with him, right?" he asked.

You groaned immediately. "Oh my God."

"What?" Dean smirked. "You've spent the last hour listing reasons why you should."

"I have not."

"You literally made a numbered list."

"It wasn't numbered."

"It became numbered."

You threw a pinecone at him. He caught it effortlessly and tossed it into the fire.

"Look," you said, sinking deeper into your chair. "It's complicated."

"It's not complicated. You want different things."

"You don't even know him."

"I know you." The words landed harder than they should have. Dean shrugged when he noticed your expression. "What? You're miserable every time his name comes up."

You opened your mouth to argue. Nothing came out.

"Exactly," he said. The fire popped loudly between you. Then Dean suddenly sat forward. "Give me your phone."

"What?"

"Your phone."

"Why?"

"Trust me."

Against your better judgment, you handed it over. Immediately suspicious, you watched him unlock the contacts page and start typing.

"Dean—"

"I'm helping Future You."

"Future Me doesn't need help."

"Future You absolutely needs help."

A few seconds later he handed the phone back. You glanced down.

Dean Di Laurentis 😈

Underneath it was his number.

"Seriously?"

Dean grinned. "When you break up with this guy—"

"If."

"When you break up with this guy," he corrected, "which you will, you're going to want a fun ride to distract you." He pointed to his contact information.

"Call me."

You stared at him for a beat. Then a slow smile spread across your face. He had called himself a Roller Coaster earlier in the night; "I like being the casual sex guy it's easy. I'm six flags, baby. Everybody wants a ride. They come for a good time, not along time, and that's fine by me."

"Sorry, dude. I don't do roller coasters."

For the first time all night, he looked momentarily caught off guard. Then he barked out a laugh.