Smile

He has a smile that blinks. He has a smile that curls. He has a smile that's dark and ragged around the edges, teeth a blinding bite. Then there's that truly happy smile, the one that starts in his eyes, sweeping down to his mouth, spreading to cover his whole body. It flickers in and out of existence as quick as any firefly. There's something visceral about it, so evocative it's an incentive to say yes to anything he asks.

It's eight in the morning and she's supposed to be heading to school, to a sentence in the sweaty gym, a period of dissecting frogs and a test on algebra. She's supposed to be a good girl, do what her mom says and attend. He's sitting in the tree outside her window; laughing and clinging to a swaying branch, looking like every image of her vanished summer coalesced into one, cajoling, sixteen year old boy. Giving her that smile. Telling her she doesn't need another fucking A.

She has to smile back.

Preseries. OFC pov. Dean.

Song Inspired By: 2 Kool 4 Skool by The Salads

This is me experimenting with different povs, styles and just… yeah. Experimenting. I decided I wanted to write a drabble for every song on my playlist. I officially have no life. Pixc.