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[ confessions ]

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

It was time for me to confess my feelings for Dean. But how? Now, trust me, I've watched a ton of movies, so I know how it goes...only I don't. Why couldn't I have a script or something?

You stepped into Cher's house, calling her name, but there was no response.  "She's not home." 

You spun around, finding Dean by the stairs. "Where is she?" you asked. 

"Her and dad went out for some early dinner," he answered. 

"What about you?" You smiled a bit at his tense posture. 

"Wasn't hungry."

You bit your lip as the atmosphere shifted into something more awkward. You nodded to yourself, then began walking up the stairs, as he started walking down. You started to smile a little, and he did too. You both were acting childish. Just as he passed you, your hand sprung out and latched onto his arm, pulling him to a stop. You didn't speak, and he furrowed his brows, wondering why you had just randomly stopped him. "Dean," you breathed. "I... think... I need to talk to you."

"You think?" he repeated. 

"Yes, I think," you snapped, and sighed. Your temper was not going to help you in this situation. You plopped down on the steps, and he glanced around in confusion before following suit. "I need help."

"With? What's bothering the princess?" he teased, and you lightly shoved him. 

"Shut up. I need you to be serious." You sighed, suddenly aware of fingers as you wringed them. "You see... there's this boy. And I really like him, but I don't think he likes me."

"Why do you think that?"

"I don't know. I mean, maybe it's because whenever we talk, we throw jabs at each other, but at the end of the day, when he or I storm off, I'm always left with this... feeling."

You were smiling like a love-sick idiot now, and Dean saw this. But he didn't like it. In fact, he hated it. Whoever this boy was, he despised him. You would never know the burning desire he had inside for him to be the reason you smiled like this. 

"Y/N, I'm not gonna listen to your boy troubles," Dean heaved, and you were taken aback. 

"Why not?"

"Because you don't have any!"

"I don't understand," you mumbled. 

"Of course, you don't. You're incredibly clueless." He saw the confused look in your eyes. "Y/N, guys go out of their way to simply make you look at them. I've seen the way they throw themselves at your feet, and you barely bat your pretty E/C eyes at them."

"Wait..."

"What?" he asked with a huff. 

"You think my eyes are pretty?" you wondered with a gentle smile. 

Dean sighed, closing his eyes. He stammered a bit, "You're-... young...and beautiful..."

"And?"

"And, uh, well, what?" He sat down again, and you tilted your head at him.

"You think I'm beautiful?" you repeated. 

He grimaced. "Mm... Yeah, a little. You know you're gorgeous, alright? And popular and, uh, and... - But this is not what we're talking about. You don't have boy problems."

You giggled, "You already said that."

"Y/N, I'm trying to help you here," Dean exasperated, though you could tell it was because he was nervous. He then abruptly stood, streaking his fingers through his blonde hair. "I don't even know why I'm helping. You don't need any."

Dean started downstairs, running down the steps and you stood. "Dean, wait!"

"I don't see any reason to."

"Well, I do."

He spun around. "Then what? Y/N, why are you torturing me like this?"

"Torturing you?"

"Yes. You're completely blind to the fact that this is torture. Hearing you be in love and all that lovey-dovey bullshit!"

"Stop it!"

"Stop what? Y/N, I-."

"It's you!" you cut off, and he stopped. "It's you, Dean. You're the boy." Dean's eyes widened, and he nearly lost his footing. You clapped a hand over your mouth after releasing a shrill gasp. "Oh my, God. Oh, my God!"

"Did you just-."

"NO! I did not just confess my love for you-!" You let out another breath. "Not again!"

"Y/N-."

"No, this isn't how it was supposed to go. It was meant to be you! That's how it goes in the movies!" you whined. 

"I can do it!" he interrupted loudly, and you stopped, still shaking a bit. I watched as he took slow steps back up the stairs. "I can do it for you. I can confess my love for you. Though, I would've planned it better. There's no fireworks, or a marching band, or a rose petal trail that forms into a heart."

He made his way up to you, and you hesitantly placed your hand against his cheek. "Then do it," you whispered. 

He sighed, stepping closer to you, and looking down at you with hooded eyes as you stared back through your eyelashes. "I love you."

Three simple words. That's all it took. You used to always think that you would need a whole speech describing every little thing you do that makes you perfect. But turns out, all you needed was to hear that phrase come from Dean Horowitz's lips.

Well, you can guess what happened next.

A wedding venue took place, with a large group of people sitting in the pristine white chairs as the bride and groom stood at the altar. 

As if! I am only 16. And this is California, not Kentucky. 

"You may kiss the bride," the officiant said. Mr. Hall and Miss Geist sweetly locked lips as the crowd cheered, standing and clapping for the now married couple.

As they walked down the aisle, hand in hand, you stepped out from the bridesmaid group, sending a smile and wink to Dean, who was sitting near the front with Mel and Cher. He clapped alongside everyone else, though his grin was just for you.

At the reception, your group was sitting at one of the many round tables. You, Tai and Cher were admiring Dionne's hair, which had delicate pink flowers in the braids. "I know that when I have my own wedding, I want this, like, whole, entire floral motif, like, very floral garlands," Tai stated.

"No, no, no," Dionne intervened. "When I get married, I'll have a sailor dress, but it's gonna be a gown. And then all my bridesmaids are gonna wear sailor hats."

"That sounds so cool!"

"And they're gonna have veils."

Murray, Travis, Josh and Dean watched you all converse about all your weddings. "My God, they're planning our weddings already," Murray grumbled. "Could y'all stop all of that 'till death do us part' mumbo jumbo? I'm tellin' you, I'm completely buggin'."

"I'm buggin' myself," Josh said, and you all chuckled. 

"Girls!" You looked up, finding Miss Stoeger running towards you and the others. "It's time for the boquet toss!"

The girls sprouted from the table, when you suddenly felt a sweet kiss on your shoulder. You turned your head a little to see Dean with a soft smirk. "Look, we got a pool going to see whose girl gets the bouquet. It's up to $200."

You leaned your forehead against his with a smile, "It's in the bag."

You ran off, following after your friends, and they pulled you into the bundle. "Alright, come on, girls!" Geist beamed. 

You all practically became a pack of wild animals, as you screamed and clawed for the now flying roses. You had it in your grasp, but then Amber knocked you all over as you shrieked. The boys began laughing at your frantic selves, and you ripped the bouquet back. "I GOT IT!" you cheered, and Geist clapped for you.

You ran back to Dean, who stood up. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, drawing him for a deep kiss, to which he leant you backwards, dipping you as he circled his arms around your waist. 

You love a good makeover.