*--you were never there, open.

[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Dean smiled as Olives eyes flicked back to him when he spoke. He could tell she'd been off thinking about other things, but that didn't bother him. She was obviously still listening and paying attention to what he was saying since she seemed capable of coming up with a reply. The boy smiled when she spoke. "The way you think is so ... different." It really was. Dean knew a lot of people who thought a lot of different ways but this chick seemed to be in a class all on her own. She only was okay with winter because without it, there would be no appreciation for summer. Yeah, he agreed completely. Without the cold, people wouldn't be thankful for the warmth, they'd just complain and shit because there would never be a breeze or a glass of ice that wouldn't ever melt. "But different is good." He smiled at her. There was suddenly an overpowering urge from deep inside the boy to simply reach out, cup her face with his hands and kiss her, nicely and gently. Dean hadn't ever really had that type of feeling before. He'd had feelings where he liked someone a lot and wanted to date them, and he'd had feelings where he wanted to do stuff with girls, but never really just share a gentle kiss that he felt with Olive. It was weird. Different. But, different was good.

There was a silence between the two 16 year olds, but it wasn't awkward. It was just a kind of moment where both of them were wrapped up in their own thoughts about god knows what. Dean happened to be thinking over his feelings for Olive and all the times she'd caught him staring at her across the room when they were in class. Good times. But this was an even better time; to be sitting right across from the cute little girl he'd been gazing at for the past week or so in secrecy. Wow. Suddenly it just dawned on him how small she seemed compared to him. Maybe it was just because she kept herself a bit wrapped in a ball because of her fears, but maybe she actually was smaller then him. Short girls were the best. "Olive, sorry for being so random, but how tall are you?" He raised an eyebrow as he awaited an answer, then he stood up and urged her to stand up as well to compare. Dean was 5'11" and pure muscle. Now was her chance to really see how defined his pecs and abs were. How evenly tanned and gorgeous they were. The boys dark eyes gazed down at the cute freckled girl as he awaited for her to stand.

[hazel]

olive had always been different. she had been less so before the change in her home life, and learned to become more introverted after the beginning of it all. with a lot of time to spend doing nothing up in her bedroom, a chair propped against the door so it couldn't be opened from the outside, she thought. and thought. and thought. in the process of this, she learned to see many things differently. she sort of changed the way she thought. her mental processes were completely switched now, even though she reverted sometimes. it was like counter-conditioning. pavlov's dogs. she grinned inwardly, she liked this new way of thinking. it made her happier. apparently dean did too, complimenting her on being different. how being that way was good. she shot him a smile in return, the corners of her lips stretching upward with genuine feeling behind it.

then dean stood up, gesturing for her to do the same. her brows knitted together in confusion, and she didn't moved at first. she tilted her head slightly to the side. how tall was she? man, last time she checked she was about ... well, only five feet tall. rolling over and scrambling to her feet, olive had to take a moment to balance herself, and once she did she stood straight. she had to peer up at dean and her eyes narrowed on their own, fighting to block out the bright light. she grinned and let her gaze scan him up and down. he was tall. he was all muscle. she blinked, looking down at herself. she was short and all skin and bone. she was curveless and flat-chested, almost like a girl who had not gone through puberty yet. still little. she sighed inwardly, knowing she'd be this way for awhile. her mother was small like this too. shielding her eyes with her hand, she peered back up at dean. "five feet. you?" she answered somewhat meekly.

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[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Dean laughed to himself as he grinned down at her. Yeah, she was a shorty. "I'm 5'11". And ... you're really short." He laughed lightly out loud now, only trying to playfully joke around with the girl. Short and sweet. That was a perfect sentence to describe Olive. Without even thinking, Dean did exactly what he had been thinking about before. The boy cupped her cheek softly with his right hand, smile down at her, and kissed her. Just a sweet, soft kiss. That was all he wanted from her. At least, that was all he wanted at the moment. He had honestly used girls in his past for all sorts of things but there was something about Olive that made him not really want to use her. As soon as his lips touched hers he felt something raise up inside him. Whatever it was, it scared him, but it didn't make him want to pull away. It scared him because it made him want to kiss her even more. Knowing a little something about being slow with girls like Olive, he pulled away gently, his hand continuing to rest gently on her cheek, his thump stroking it. It was as if Dean was all of the sudden brought back to reality when he felt the warmth rise in his cheeks and he pulled his hand away. Embaressed at what he had just done, the boy looked away and sat down on the chair. "Uhm ... sorry. I ... really don't know what came over me." He was scared she was going to run away or something now. He didn't want her to be scared of him or anything along those lines. He would never hurt her, ever. Not even unknowingly. There was just something about the girl that he really found a connection with. It was interesting.

Dean reached up and rubbed his shoulder clear of a stress knot that had formed in the past few moments. He was actually really concerned that she was going to be mad at him or scared of him. Please just let her be mad. Dean wouldn't have been able to handle it if she was scared of him. Shit had she ever even kissed anyone before? Or did he just take that first kiss of hers away without even asking. Damn it why the fuck had he kissed her.

[hazel]

there's moments when doing nothing is best. sometimes thinking first will help the situation, really. olive was kissed before, when she was a real girl once upon a time. she'd had a boyfriend or two, though none of them lasted longer than a month. their kisses felt kind of average. normal, if she had any right to say that. olive blinked slowly, trying to take in what just happened. dean had commented on her shortness in a joking manner, check. she'd laugh if she wasn't thinking so hard. it was pretty funny, being so short. dean had cupped her face in his hand and he had kissed her. this took longer to process. but she liked it. she reached up to place a finger on her tingling lips, still silent. she stood like that for a moment, before calming down. her heart had started racing, and she felt a blush creep into her cheeks. the others kisses hadn't done that. slowly, she let her hand fall back to her side, and reguarded dean rather blankly for a moment. he was stuttering and sat down on the lounge chair, looking away. he was obviously embarrassed.

why? sometimes olive thought she'd never understand boys. "you kissed me." she clarified verbally, though her expression remained blank. her voice was almost inaudible, as if it wasn't meant to be heard. she processed this for a moment longer before her face bursted into a huge grin. her cheeks had gained a slightly pink hue to them, and her brown eyes gleamed. this meant that her hopes could reach a little higher. she trusted him- she let her hopes soar for a moment. and in that moment, such a small amount of time, the tiny brunette hopped forward and attempted to wrap her arms around dean in a hug, though being tiny didn't help the situation.

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[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Okay. Freak out situation averted. Dean smirked as she spoke so softly at what just happened. Yeah. He kissed her. He was actually a bit surprised she didn't run off. He didn't doubt that she'd been kissed before, but her lack of trust and hope for people just made it seem like if something like this would ever happen she would run. But Dean simply had to guess not now since instead she grinned after relaxing a bit and wrapped her arms around him in attempt to give him a hug. Dean smirked at this and gladly returned the hug, moving his arms around her lower back and holding her close to him. He liked her, and he would watch out for her from now on, because even if they never had a thing or dated, he would always remember that kiss. Dean sighed as he let go of her and gazed off into space. He didn't want to leave her now, but he couldn't quite get his head together to think of anything to talk about. "So uhm, Olive, you're a musician right? Do you sing?" Dean was also a musician. He knew how to play guitar, piano, and he could sing fairly good. He was actually rather proud of himself for being able to sound as good as he did. The boy wouldn't have been quite so surprised if the girl was a singer. She seemed like the type that would have such a beautiful voice, despite the fact that it was currently a bit high pitched and a tad been on the annoying side. Of course, not to him, but possibly to others.

What had exactly gotten him into music anyway. The fact that he didn't want to do sports because too many of the kids disliked him and always picked on him? Maybe because it was just another thing he was good at and he just wanted to get better. Yes, that had to be it. He didn't need the hate from others and he was actually good at something he seemed to enjoyed. That was why he picked up singing and that was why his parents supported him the whole way. It was nice being good at things, but sometimes he wondered if he'd still be loved by his parents if he did absolutely nothing right. There was a good chance that they would pay him no mind in that case. His were the type that needed a perfect child, or no child at all.

[hazel]

olive rolled to the side and sat down next to dean, blinking up at him and attempting to squint into the sun. after a bit of shifting, she was finally in his shadow, and able to gaze with her wide brown eyes fully open. shuffling her feet around idly, she watched the shadows move, and when dean spoke, she blinked and peered at him. "yeah! but i don't really sing when people are around. mostly i just play guitar. or the ukelele." she replied cheerily, shrugging. it wasn't that she was embarrassed to sing, it was just that she preferred not to sing in the company of others. she thought of her lyrics and her music as ... well, a diary. and people don't normally share their diary with the world. it was just something personal. but her tunes and melodies, those she could share. those were open to the listener's reading of it, and didn't clearly state what was going through her mind. a lot of her music was based off of that night she just remembered so recently. the fear and all- she let it out instead of keeping it in. well, in a way. she let it out but only so no one could hear. maybe god could, if you believed in that. but no ordinary ears would overhear it- she made sure of that.

"whaddabout you?" she fired the question back, grinning the entire time. music was good for her, she liked the sense of peace it brought her. she was pretty sure, almost certain, that dean was a musician. no, she knew it. but she didn't know what he played, or if he sang. so, with wide and curious eyes, she shuffled her feet to and fro, to and fro, as she awaited an answer. and why did he play? was his music a form of escape as well? olive didn't know that much ... she just knew hers was that case. well whatever, he'd answer. she felt a small blush rise to her cheeks, staring at him now in the silence. her lips still tingled.

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[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Dean turned to look down at her, happy that he could block the sun from her pretty little eyes. She was one with freckles, as he just noticed. And he liked that. The boy also noticed that she wasn't really big on makeup. And she didn't quite need to be! She was gorgeous as is! When she spoke, Dean smirked. She was a true artist if she played the guitar. He liked girls who did more then just try to sing and look nice. The fact that she learned a way to express herself like playing the guitar was something that pleased his mind. Pleased, and eased it. He as well knew how to play the guitar, and the piano as well as sing. He used it to make people happy and to make himself feel better after rough days. Most of the time it worked, but sometimes it didn't quite do the trick and the boy had to resort to yelling and getting physical. It was rare, but it happened every once and a while. Dean had to admit that Olive was the first person he had met that could play the ukulele. He wondered what they even sounded like because he had never really heard them play. Dean thought over the different sounds of music he'd ever heard in his entire life until Olive spoke again. Her words spilled out of her mouth in a cute little string of noise, asking what about him. What did he do with music. Did he sing? Did he play instruments? What was he focus in the art.

Dean thought over exactly what all he was going to tell her before opening his mouth and speaking clearly and softly. Like, manly but not frightening. "Well, I sing. And I play the piano and guitar. We could play together sometime maybe. I'll sing for you." He smiled. He could tell she wasn't quite the shy type, but he for sure wasn't. He would gladly sing in front of people all day long, as long as it made them happier with their lives. Then he would feel happy.