My Sweetheart-

Training isn't as bad as the stories say…it's actually a little fun. The sergeant here has taken to callin me "Pistol" because I am, how did he say it, "so damn full of myself." Took him three weeks to figure that out when it only took you a few minutes. Guess it was meant to be, huh?

Keep writing, I love getting your letters…and you.

I'll be seeing you,

Dean

You were sitting in class trying desperately to listen to whatever your mathematics teacher was saying when something outside caught your eye. Right outside the school building stood Dean leaning up against a motorcycle with his arms crossed. You hid your face and gave a small wave.

"Ms. (l/n)," your teacher reprimands, "please pay attention."

"Sorry…"

You steal glances at him for the rest of class.

When school ends you don't even bother to collect your belongings from your locker. Instead you rush out and launch yourself into Dean's waiting arms.

"Hiya sugar," he greets before dropping a kiss on the top of your head. You smile and press into him.

"Hi," you pull away and gesture to the motorcycle, "where did this come from?"

He smiles and places a hand on the seat, "I finally saved enough from the shop to buy it off Bobby." He puffs out his chest, "Fixed it up myself."

"Oh wow you really are something aren't you?" you laugh, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Hey now, little lady!" Dean exclaims before tickling your sides. You squeal with laughter, temporarily forgetting the watching eyes around you.

He stops and locks eyes with you.

"Now you," he says tucking a stray hair behind your ear, "you are something."

He kisses your cheek before mounting his bike.

"Do you like pie?" he asks.

"I do," you respond.

"I'll pick you up at 6."

He rides away, and you stand there with your hand on your cheek and butterflies in your belly.

He's got an ego, but you realize he also has your heart.