ISABELLE'S POV

Isabelle tell me the truth, do you like Dean?

I read Drake's text for the fifth time thinking of how to reply. Plus, the rain falling was a distraction. He's probably already figured out my answer because I was taking a long time to reply.

Sure I told him about my feelings for him but we had an argument when I moved away and now he's here. I can't just go back to liking him him, can I?

I was about to text a reply when my phone rang, Drake.

I didn't answer.

I can't answer. What will I say? Telling someone that you don't like them shouldn't be done on the phone.

His calls kept coming and all I could do was stare at my phone. Eventually he stopped and I let out a sigh of relief. I'll tell him that I was busy, my phone was away, I didn't get his text, I'll make up any excuse to-

Another call came and I frowned, an unknown number. Drake thinks that I'm ignoring his calls so he goes ahead and finds another phone to call me with, I answer it. "Hello? Drake I know it's you!"

"Drake?"

That wasn't Drake's voice.

"Give me the phone!" A female voice in the background yelled. "Isabelle!" The voice sounded familiar but I didn't want to give myself false hopes.

"Who's this?"

"Sabbath!" She yelled.

"Give me my phone!"

Laughter filled the background mixed with sounds of the rain. "Uh...Sabbath?"

"Give me the phone!"A male voice yelled.

"No!"

"I said give it to me!"

"No!"

"Sabbath!"

"Fine! You want to talk to her? Here! Talk to her!"

"You're so annoying." He said.

Silence. "Hello?" I asked.

"When you said Drake I know it's you, were you expecting a call from Drake?"

"What?"

"Oh my God, Dean you are so stupid! You're talking about Drake right now seriously? Ask her if she's home!"

"Are you at home?"

"What?" I couldn't understand what was happening.

"Are you at home?"

"Am I speaking to Dean?"

"Um yes, is that a problem?"

"Uh..." I was speechless. "No! No! No! No problem! T-that's a good thing!"

"Is she at home or not? I'm wet!" Sabbath's whiny voice yelled in the background.

"Are you at home?"

"You didn't ask her yet? What have you been saying!"

"Shut up!"

A couple more rounds of laughter before silence. It took me a while before I realized that they were waiting for my reply.

"Yes! Yes! I'm at home!"

"Okay we're at your door."

"What?"

"We're at your door." He repeated.

What?

With my heart racing out of my chest and hands shaking nervously, I ran downstairs. There's no way.

"Dad you didn't hear the doorbell?" I asked.

I reached the front door in an instant and opened it without thinking. "Finally!" Sabbath exclaimed.

Before I could step aside she walked in with relief for no longer being wet. "Dean..." I said.

Dean leaned on the door frame, his hair went back because it was wet from the rain, his position on the wall made him look like he was posting for a photo- "Hi."

I stepped aside and Dean walked in taking my fantasy thoughts away. This is bad.

"Isabelle what were you saying to your dad?" My mom came downstairs. "Sabbath and her brother, they're here!" I announced.

"Oh! Hi Sabbath and this is your brother..."

"Dean." He answered.

"That's great! It's nice to meet you Dean."

"He doesn't talk much." I said.

Dean turned to me smiling and Sabbath laughed. "Please Dean's silence is over rated. Ever single thing about you actually, looks and character. People in my school think that you're this silent, mysterious hot, sexy, demi god and you're not."

He does look like a silent, mysterious, hot, sexy demi god.

What's wrong with my head?

"Dean do you want anything?" My mom asked

"No."

"A tour of the new house, perhaps?" Sabbath suggested faking a French accent.

"Shut up." He yanked a strand of Sabbath's hair. "Ow!" She pushed him away.

"What brought you guys here?"

"My mom sent me to our grandma's house and for some reason Dean decided to tag along." Sabbath winked at Dean when she said 'for some reason.' That reason isn't be me.

Is it?

I looked at Dean. "Don't listen to her she's lying." He said.

"And then the rain started so we quickly ran here, it was Dean's idea!" Sabbath winked at Dean again.

"Is there something wrong with your eyes Sabbath?" Dean asked.

I couldn't help but giggle. "No, what on earth do you mean?"

"You keep blinking one eye, you should probably see a doctor to check that."

"Oh shut up!"

Dean threw his hands up in surrender and walked behind me. "So Dean you were asking Isabelle about Drake, go ahead and ask her."

"What? That's not your business."

I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Dean was in my house, standing right behind me, speaking. I appeared calm on the outside but inside I was freaking out.

Hell, I had his number in my phone.

"Isabelle you should show Dean your room."

My room? My bed's a mess. "What?"

"I'm sure Dean would love to see it!"

"Sabbath stop!"

"No it's okay."

I walked upstairs expecting Dean to follow me, I needed a few seconds of distance away from him. Any second and I could explode.

"So were you expecting a call from Drake?"

"What?" I tried hard not to look back. One look and it's back to fantasy land.
"Drake, your best friend, was he supposed to call you?"

"Uh... Yes."

"Oh." Is all Dean said, I got to my room door and stopped.

"My bed's a bit messy because I was working on something." I opened the door to my room for Dean to walk in.

"You were working on..." Dean's eyes landed on my bed and his eyes widened in shock. "No way, did you paint this?"

I nodded. "I'm not done, it's just a bird on a tree, it's-"

Dean cut me short. "Amazing."

"Too amazing for someone as stupid as me to draw?"

"Stupid? Who says you're stupid?"

"You think I'm stupid." I admitted.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "You're not stupid Isabelle." He looked around my room. "No one is."

"I've painted other things." I prayed that Dean didn't notice how awkward I was acting.

"Really?" Dean turned to me with his famous smirk, I looked away.

"Y-yes, some are downstairs, I'll show you." I quickly turned around and headed to the door, Dean grabbed my arm stopping me. First time that Dean was holding me, I couldn't believe it.

"Isabelle are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone. His worried about me?

"I'm fine! Great!" I tried to distract myself facing everywhere else except him.

Dean let go of my arm. "You do know that my sister was joking right?"

"What? Yes."

"And that I don't like you."

"I know that." I said.

"I mean, just because you're the only girl I speak to doesn't mean I like you, right?" Ouch.

"Right."

"We're just friends?"

"Exactly, we're friends and you're easy to talk to." I forced the words out of my mouth. Recently, Dean has not been the easiest person to talk to.

Dean tried to make eye contact. "Then why does it feel as if you're ignoring me?"

"I'm not."

"You're avoiding my eyes, why?"

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"Then look at me."

"What?"

"I said look at me." He ordered, I gathered all the courage that I could to face him.

"Good."

No, not good. Now I froze, all I could do was stare at him without looking away. My heart was beating so fast I bet he could hear it, I didn't know what to say or how to respond.

"Dean?"

Dean looked lost in my face as well but mostly lost in my-

Lips.