[b] 1995 [/b]

Dean kept glancing around them as they exited the doors, knowing that the teachers would likely call Bobby, like every other week, to tell him that Dean was skipping school.  It was nothing new, and Bobby rarely said much, except that the school at called him.  Bobby knew him too well to think he would change.  Taking Mika, however…that would be a fun conversation.

He stopped dead in his tracks, just outside the door and turned to her as she said his name.  She had said his name many times in the past, but it never ceased to make his heart jump into his throat.  

“Um…Well, it’s not.  I um…”, he stammered at her permission to ask her out on a date.  As he washed over her words with his mind, he realized she had admitted to having feelings for him, which he wasn’t even sure he knew how to take.  He scanned her face, looking down at their hands.  He smirked, bringing his free hand to brush a thumb against her blushing cheek and swallowed heavily.

“Yeah.  I think I would like that.”, he whispered, as a teacher began yelling things out the window above them.  He didn’t even make out the words, before linking their fingers tightly and yanking her into a run away from the school.  As they hit the sidewalk and rounded a corner, he pulled her to him and stopped running.  His hands were shaking as he processed his excitement, throwing an arm around her shoulder to walk with her.

“Feel like a rebel, yet?”