#901dean

[mason-the-writer]

☏ ❤ ✉ ♫ ☄ ✿ ✍ ∞ ☮ ✖ ❂ ☂ ☾ ♦ ◊ you're welcome

☏: Mason: Deenan Weherd uay go? Youoou jus disssappeardeded. Whyyyy?? :((

❤: Uhm, You uh.. Yeah you too man.

✉: Why are you always so cut off and guarded? You make me frustrated.

♫: Basket Case. No, I’m kidding. More We didn’t start the fire, cause of the up beat and fast pace.

☄: Dean? What the fuck Happened? Come on. Who did this Did your- Nevermind. We’re going to my house and you’re going to rest. You are not going to argue either.

✿: Is this going to like spray me with water or some other questionable liquid? I’m not sure I want these.

✍: Dean Is one of the strangest people I have ever met but I am damn lucky to have him as my best friend. 

∞: Mason constantly worries about Dean. He is afraid that he’s going to snap. He is ready to take his best friend in when he needs it and even become a punching bag.

☮: We argue about plenty. Recently it was about his family. That’ll probably be the next issue.

✖: Mason would pull his best friend out and administer CPR while contacting 911 incase there is fluid in his lungs.He would focus on saving his best friend. Afterwards, when he knew he was ok, Mason would prepare himself for the gay jokes to come.

❂: Shit. Damn Sorry.. Nah I’m no- *Rolls eyes at the gay joke Dean makes*

☂: Yes. Huh, Oh thanks Man, but I’m good. I like the rain.

☾: Mason wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in a cold sweat. He had a very creepily realistic dream that Dean had died, killed, dying on his doorstep. Mason fumbled in the dark for his phone. “Hey D. C-Can you come over and watch some horror movies or something?”

♦: Are you serious? or is this is just one of your jokes?

◊: Dean? What happened to you?? Are you alright? Come on. I have stuff to make tacos.

[mason-the-writer]

Hey Dean

Why do you own this?

[salem--confessions]

So glad Demma happened. Dean deserves lovin.

[salem--confessions]

I am absolutely in love with Deon's friendship. They are really over protective of each other and it's sweet.

[cooper-thetapman]

Look what I found Dean...

Care to explain?

[bridgette-shanely]

Dinner for Three | Breston & Dean

Bridgette was in freak out mode with this dinner. She could deal with her dad and his prejudice against Preston, she could deal with Dean's antics. Having all of them under one roof and she was praying to god that Jessie didn't make a surprise appearance. She knew she would literally flip the table and run id Jessie started. Getting dressed, figuring it was probably a good idea to look nice. She went down stairs, trying to calm her nerves. Her brothers were away, Carissa was out doing whatever. So it was just her parents and her with Dean and Preston. Alden promised not to about Preston "Trying to take advantage of his daughter" Which was not true and would make her turn beat red. She didn't want to have the sex talk at dinner. Deciding to try to calm down, she went to the garage to do exactly what she normally did when she was upset and that was to paint. She dipped her brush into the small dot of paint she added to the tray and dragged it along the canvas when she heard a motorcycle in her driveway. Taking a deep breath, She turned to see which one showed up first, hearing another Motorcycle in the distance, knowing the other was soon to show.

[bridgette-shanely]

Dean...

Hey, got a sec?

[bridgette-shanely]

You don't understand | Self Para

Bridgette sat at her desk, drawing out simple things, sketches that she could expand on later when her dad knocked on the door.

"Bridgette?" He said, "We need to talk." Bridgette rolled her eyes and continued to ignore him. "Bridgette Rebecca Shanely. I know you are not deaf, I know you are just trying to make a point."

"Am I Dad?" She said, turning in her chair, looking at him. "And what point would that be? That people can function even if they can’t hear? Cause they can."

"I never said he couldn’t it just, its difficult to be around someone when they cant-"

"What? Understand what happens? How Things work? Cause he does dad. He runs his fathers old shop. He drives a motorcycle and-"

"He drives a motorcycle?" Alden said with raised eyebrows. "Well then that changes everything."

"Hahaha. I can hear the sarcasm, and for the record Preston can pick up on that too. Besides Dad, you’re the one who told me about sign language. You’re the one who told me about it, that that’s what he and his mom were doing. You’re the one who brought me to the library to get the books. You used to encourage our friendship. Now that his my boyfriend, you’re getting all unreasonable." Alden stood there and thought for a moment.

"You are right with that B." He said, ending the silence. "Its just you’ve been a little off since Jessica died. Do you think its fair to him?" Bridgette bit her lip.

"I tell him, that I’m sorry, that I’m a burden. But he just keeps saying he wants to be. That I should ‘burden’ him, even though its not a burden to him." Bridgette pauses. "He’s one of the few people who’s been there for me, who’s helped me with everything with Jessie. Preston and Dean are all I really have. They’re the ones who’ve been there for me, helped me. You don’t know him, you never even gave him the chance."

"Dean. He’s the guy you stayed with for about a week? The lawyer you consider a brother? That’s what you said right?" Bridgette nods, half surprised he paid any attention at all. He thought to himself as the room got awkwardly silent. "You’re right B. I was too quick to judge Preston. Other than he’s a teenage boy after my daughter and only wants to throw you down in the bed and take advance of you any way he can." Bridgette’s eyes went slightly wide. Sex had never even been mentioned between her and Preston before. They never talked about it or anything near that. They had never done anything more than kiss. "Nevertheless, he deserves the benefit of the doubt. Invite them over." He said with finality as he turned to leave.

"Woah woah woah woah." Bridgette said getting up and going to the door, her father pauses. "Them?" she gives a small, nervous laugh. "Th-them who?" Her father looks at her like its obvious.

"You said its, Dean and Preston that you have correct?" Bridgette idly nods. "Well I haven’t seen Preston since you two were little and I have yet to meet Dean, but being 22 and a lawyer is impressive."

"Wait Dean and Preston…?" Alden nodded his head. "At the same time? Like the same dinner?" Alden simply shrugged.

"You can decide that B." Alden said. "But I do want to meet, and try to talk to Preston, but you’ll have to interpret." Bridgette nodded. Alden walked away and Bridgette walked into her room, debating on texting or going to see the two.