Dean smirked as she toyed with the baby hairs on his neck, one of his favorite habits of hers, when shew as feeling loving.  It caused goosebumps to run down his arms and neck, with a small shudder, “I’m not that special…”

As he uttered the words, she kissed him, and he couldn’t help kissing her back, his eyes fluttering closed and his heart beating fast in his neck against her arm.  He could hear her words of encouragement echoing in the background of his mind, as his mind went to the past again with a sigh through his nose.

[h3][i] October 21, 1995 - William McKinley High School - Buffalo Ride, South Dakota[/i][/h3]

Dean opened the heavy door to the school roof.  He had a feeling that she was here, after what had happened in the yard.  True, he had diffused the situation, but he couldn’t help but feel to blame for the torment she had gone through, earlier in the morning.

It also wasn’t like her to skip class, which had him a little more than concerned that he had messed up, by not looking for her sooner.  His feet hit the gravel, and he attempted to tiptoe, but found it no use as he stepped around the stairwell dome and found her parked against its side.  With a sigh, and a sad look, he stepped up beside her and smirked.

“You know skipping school is my thing, right?”, he quipped.  He nudged her leg gently with his boot, “You okay?”