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The only experience more exhilarating than watching him onstage, was being up there with him, night after night, show after show. He was a vision in strobe lights, skin glistening with sweat, neck straining as he lost himself in the vocals throughout every song in the set. She kept her composure every time he brushed up behind her to sing into her microphone, hands on hips, a grin into the back of her neck, every fantasy of hers felt real if only for an hour, but inside her innards felt like they’d been to a barn dance.
After the shows were a different experience altogether. One that contorted and twisted her stomach, the adoring fans clamouring for his attention, flashes of smirks that had the girls grinning and twirling their hair, pressed close into his side for a photograph with their favourite band member. Not that she could blame them, in their situation she’d be doing the same, anything for those green eyes to watch her for just a moment or two with interest and gratitude. She’d seen it thousand times, but maybe that was the problem, he’d looked at her so many times now that he’d never see her any differently. Of course it was fine, or at least that’s what she told herself, but she couldn’t help wanting to put herself between him and the others fighting for his attention.
On numerous occasions she’d grinned at him and said, “you smile like that because you know you’ll get attention,” and he’d just shake his head and laugh at her, flashing her that brilliant white dazzling smile that made her weak at the knees to prove her point, “show off.”
This time though, he’d replied with an off the cuff remark, eyes and smile softened, not so hard and calculated to get what he wanted, he really looked at her, “only for you, sweetheart, always for you.”
She knew he could see the hitch in her breathing and she inwardly cursed at her inability to keep her emotions and actions under control, cursing at the effect her friend had on her ability to function.
“You always have my attention, I’m sure you know that, Dean.”
“That’s all I ever want, Y/N. Just your eyes on me and no one else.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get.”
The next time Dean smiles at her in a way that usually makes her heart stop, he’s watching her and only her, curling his fingers in her hair and slanting his lips to fit flush against hers, he only ever wanted her attention, and that’s what he got.