Deans POV

The charity ball starts in 3 hours. I go to these things all the time, most of the time I find them annoying and boring but tonight is going to be completely different. Tonight I will have the most beautiful girl on my arm.

These past few days with her have been absolutely amazing. She has came over to my house every night to just study or watch movies. She's the only girl that I have ever sat through a chick flick for and believe me she loves them, anything with romance and she's hooked. I don't mind though because I love hearing her laugh at the cheesy parts, and I love the way she tears up at any remotely sad scene, and I love when she quotes all of her favorite lines. Watching these movies has given me a lot of romantic date ideas that's for sure.

And no I'm not in love with her. At least not yet.

She's also the only girl that I can sit and talk to for hours at a time. It doesn't matter what it's about I just love hearing her voice. I never understood what that story about the sirens was all about until recently. It's like I'm drawn to her, every single part of me wants to be near her all the time.

Okay maybe I am falling in love with her, I don't know I've never even felt anything close to this and it's kind of scaring the shit out of me.

I now understand why people have best friends, for the first time I wish I wasn't always such a bad ass and actually had a few guy friends that I could talk to about this stuff.

Maybe they could tell me if what I'm feeling is normal. If I'm actually in love with her or maybe it's just hormones? Should I tell her what I'm feeling or is it to soon? Probably to soon considering she isn't even my girlfriend yet. But should that really stop me from telling her?

Someone should write a book explaining what to do in these situations.

Not that I would read it.

I hear the doorbell ring, I already know it's my grandparents.

I haven't exactly told Clair that not only will she be meeting my parents but also my grandparents. My grandparents who are ridiculously rich and are the ones throwing this charity ball.

Everyone at school knows that my family is rich but they don't know how rich, not even Clair. I don't want to take the chance that she will look at me differently. I've never cared about having a lot of money until now. It just seems so selfish that I get to have this life while some people can't even feed their family.

In all honesty I'm ashamed of my family, I'm ashamed that we have more money than we know what to do with yet we don't do anything. Yes we throw these charity events every 3 months and that makes it seem like we give some of our money away but it's not as much as we could. It's not nearly enough.

Clair is the type of person who will give the last dollar she has to buy a burger for a homeless person. She gives more than she has and she never takes something without a way of paying it back. She is the perfect definition of what a good person is.

I'm the complete opposite but somehow we manage to work.

I head downstairs to greet my grandparents. Thankfully they are nothing like my parents who are typical stuck up rich people, I'm pretty sure my mom only married my dad for his families money.

"Dean! My handsome grandson get over here and give your grandma a hug."

"Hey grandma," I give her a tight hug knowing that she loves it. "Grandpa." I shake his hand. I have nothing but love and respect for these two. They have had way more of an impact on my life than my own parents have.

"Dean why aren't you dressed? We are leaving as soon as your mother gets down here." Sometimes I wish I had a normal father who didn't say everything in a condescending tone.

"I told you I'm not going with you guys, I have a date."

I heard a gasp from my grandma. "You are bringing a girl? Awww."

"Does your mother know about this?"

"Yes I told both of you two hours ago right after you got home. Maybe if you were here more you would already know about her."

"Don't start this." He always says this when I bring them being gone up.

"Whatever it's not like I care anyway I have been taking care of myself for years now. I have to go get ready. Oh and dad be nice to Clair, tell mom that to. Grandma grandpa I'll see you guys at the event." I start to walk back up stairs.

"Who's Clair?"

"Seriously dad? She's the girl that I'm bringing, the girl that I'm probably in love with, god why am I always so surprised by your lack of knowledge of my life." I storm up the stairs and slam my door.

Of course he would put me in a bad mood on today of all days. I need to work this off because I don't want to be angry when I go to pick up Clair. Although I'm pretty sure when I see her in her dress I'll forget all about what just happened.

***

Two hours later and I'm sitting in the limo outside her house. I take a deep breath, grab the flowers off the seat and get out of the limo. I have no idea why I'm so nervous, this is like our first date all over again. I never thought I would find a girl that could make me feel like this.

I ring the doorbell and Lucy immediately opens it.

"Come in she will be right down."

I stare up at the top of the stairs. Her house has a lot more of a home feeling than mine does but it has this amazing grand staircase at the entrance, which I have learned (from all the romantic movies Clair has made me watch) that is perfect for moments like these.

The second that I see her it's like everything else stops.

In that moment all I see is her.

Clair's POV

As I descend the stairs all I can concentrate on is the way he is looking at me. As if I'm the only girl in the world. I've never felt more important than I do right now.

"Wow..." He cant seem to get the words out. "You... you look incredible." This is the exact reaction that I was going for.

"Thank you." I lean into him and whisper in his ear. "You look so damn sexy in that suit." I have no idea where this confidence came from but I am going to go with it because damn he looks good.

"Okay I'm going to be an obnoxious best friend for a little bit because we are doing pictures." I actually forgot Lucy was still here. Does that make me a bad best friend?

"Lucy I don't think we have time." I would love pictures but I doubt Dean does.

"We have all the time in the world whatever puts us to getting there as late as possible." Obviously he isn't very excited to go to this event, but I love how much effort he put into everything just to make me happy.

"Yay pictures it is then." She claps like a 12 year old and grabs her camera off the table. "Follow me." Ugh why did I wear 6 inch heels?

I hear Dean sigh when she says we are done. Luckily for him it was only 30 minutes, Luce is a perfectionist when it comes to photography, it could have been way longer. Lucy tells us to have fun and walks back in the house. Knowing her she's going to stay here until I get home so I can tell her how my night went.

We walk back around to the front yard and I notice the limo sitting in front of my house.

"Dean did you seriously get a limo?"

"Yes Clair we can't just show up to a ball on my motorcycle."

"You have a car, three to be exact."

"Yes I do but tonight you are a princess and my princess deserves to show up in a limo." I internally squeal when he calls me his princess. I could get used to this.

"Well then Prince Charming, to the ball!"