“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to pick our very own Mr.
Teen Lawrence! Everyone, please, grab a beer and find a seat as we announce our
Charlie and Jo were flushed and grinning as they shouted to
the crowd gathered by the lake in the center of Lawrence Community Park. Four
guys were standing at the edge of the dock: Victor was smiling and waving at
everyone watching, Kevin was blushing – from alcohol or embarrassment, it was
hard to tell – Ash was flexing his muscles and hamming it up for the crowd, and
Cas? Cas was smiling at the antics of the others, though he caught Dean’s gaze
for a brief moment and winked. Dean flushed and turned away, hoping that the
red in his cheeks wouldn’t be obvious in the late evening light.
Cas didn’t know that Dean had been harboring a crush on his
friend for the better part of a year. He didn’t even know that Dean was bi.
Only Charlie did, and that was only because she’d borrowed his computer once
and saw his Google search history. He knew it was his own fault for not clearing
“is it weird to like guys and girls” and “how do i know if i’m bi” from the
results, but still. He’d sworn her to secrecy and so far she’d done a great job
of not telling anyone.
Until now, that is, when she’d decided that Dean would be
the perfect fourth judge for her and Jo’s impromptu beauty pageant. He’d glared
at her and said he would do no such thing, but she’d frowned and pleaded, “But
we need a fourth judge!”
“Pick someone else then,” Dean had said, glancing at the
chosen contestants. He couldn’t judge a beauty pageant, not when they were
choosing between guys, and especially not when one of the guys was Cas.
“Besides,” he said, hoping to change the subject, “Charlie. You’re a lesbian.”
She shrugged, and Dean wondered how much she’d had to drink.
“So? Doesn’t mean I can’t pick out a hot bod. And anyway, at least my opinion
will be objective. Unlike some people’s.” She poked Dean in the chest and winked, and Dean felt his
face turn red.
“If I do this will you stop teasing me about Cas?”