Amor Jinsui was always secluded. He kept to himself and minded his business. With his witty mouth and nonchalant ways, the last thing he could care about was the opinion of others. So when he's forced to move from the city of Athens to Evansdale, a...
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I stood at the full length mirror giving myself one last look over. The plain black V-neck I had on was covered by a grey and black flannel that I left unbuttoned, paired with some black jeans that were ripped at the knee, and my Flu Games 12s. This was just something I could quickly put together since Dean said he would be pulling up any minute now. And me being the huge procrastinator that I am decided to wait last minute to get dress.
I looked down at the black Micheal Kors watch that grazed my wrist and seen that it was almost eight o'clock. I walked over my dresser and sprayed some of my favorite cologne on myself. Once finished, I walked over to my bed where my phone laid, and picked it up seeing a text from Dean letting me know he was outside.
Aye, my man here !
My happy dance came to an end once the alerting sound of phone let me known that I only had a good 10% left. Dammit, I'm such a head ass. I hope Dean has a portal charger or something cause me without a phone wasn't gonna work. I rolled my eyes mentally cursing at myself as I stuffed the phone in my pocket and made my way downstairs.
" Your little friend is here ?", My fathers bushy brows raised as he pushed his thick glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
" That's not my little friend.", I sighed glaring at my father who sat on the couch. If anything Dean was far from little-let that be clear. " Sure, just don't get into any mischief .", He waved me off.
" I'll try.", I yelled back at him as I excited the house coming into view with the black Maserati I knew oh too well.
The car engine roared as I walked over to the passenger side. I opened the door to see a already smiling Dean. His eyes roamed me up and down, and mines did the same. He sported a white polo, paired with some light washed jeans that were being held up by a bright red Fendi belt, Varsity Red 11s were on his feet and they looked as if they were fresh out the box. He looked real nice, and I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep myself from drooling.
" Sup.", I nodded awkwardly chucking up the duces. Dean sent a playful nod back, "Sup."
Once I was finally seated Dean wasted no time backing up out of my yard, and we started making our way to the bonfire. Honestly I was kinda nervous about this. I've never really been a big fan of fire yet alone being sitting around one as if it was normal. If anything I pray it's like that one Spongebob episode, and we can all just sit and sing the campfire song.
