"I'm home!" I scream as soon as I step into the house.

I skip to Edward's room and push open the door as harsh as possible.

"What the hell? Didn't you even understand the term of knocking?" Edward hisses while glaring at me before he switches his focus to his iPhone.

"What are you doing?" I grin like an idiot as I approach his bed slowly.

"Nothing," he answers without having a second thought.

"If it's nothing..." I pause before I continue, "...then let me see it!" I instantaneously grab his iPhone but his reaction time is faster than I expected as he quickly hides his iPhone behind his back.

"I said it was nothing!" he shouts, scowling at me.

"Then why would you hide your phone from me?" I frown.

"No, I didn't," he lies.

I furrow my eyebrows before a smirk etches itself on my face. "Ed..." I trail.

"What?" he asks innocently.

I quickly tickle him. This is the only way for me to get what I want.

"Stop you moron!" he screams before a laugh escapes his mouth.

While he is being distracted by my tickle, I take the chance to grab his iPhone and run out of his room. I grin wickedly as I make my way to my room. Before I can lock it, Edward blocks the door with his body while trying to push it open.

I push it back from inside of the room with more forces so that I'm able to lock it. But unlucky for me for being a girl, I'm not that strong. In a split second, the door bursts open and there stand Edward, fuming with anger.

"Give. My. Damn. Phone. Back," he mutters.

I look around for a place to run or hide, but there is nowhere. With his body still blocking the door, I can't even make a run out of my room.

"Fine," I say in exasperation. "But..."

"But what?" he cuts, looking impatient.

"But tell me first why would you hide it in the first place," I continue.

He glares at me before he releases a sigh. "Fine."

A grin works its way across my face as I give him his iPhone back. "So..."

"I was just ... texting Em," he answers without beating around the bush.

"Woah, who texted who first?" I ask, unable to hide my curiosity.

"Me," he answers reluctantly.

"So why didn't you tell me? Why would you hide it?"

"It was kind or embarrassing, I guess," he answers as his face starts to crimson in embarrassment.

I roll my eyes before speaking, "Next time, do tell me. There's nothing embarrassing in that."

"Fine," he murmurs, sighing. "So what's the deal with Deany-boy, buttercup?" he asks with a smirk, changing the topic.

"Please don't call me that." I groan while burying my face in my hands.

"So he's the only one who can call you 'buttercup', buttercup?"

"No. Ugh shut up," I mutter, trying my best not to blush.

"Did your flirt work?" he asks as his smirk grows wider.

"I didn't flirt with him." I furrow my eyebrows. "Now get out of my room. Shoo," I say as I push him out of my room and quickly lock the door.

"Don't forget to make me your children's fairy godfather one day!" he shouts from outside of the room.

I roll my eyes and make my way to the bathroom as something clicks my mind.

Plan to win Dean over part 1: Done.

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Sunday.

I wake up sharp at 10.00 a.m with a grin on my face. Usually I'm not a morning person, but today is an exception. I'm on cloud 9 and beyond happy, although I don't even know why. Maybe you're this excited to see him today because he called you buttercup yesterday, my subconscious mocks me.

I drag my butt off the bed to the bathroom without my willing. Yeah sure, I was being hyperactive as soon as I woke up, but taking a bath is not my number one favorite thing in the cold freaking morning.

After the hot bath, I throw myself into a black sweatshirt, wash blue skinny jeans and a pair of black Vans. I put my hair on a high ponytail then fill my black bag pack with the things I bought yesterday.

Dean Winchester, here I come.

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"Hey!" I greet him, grinning widely.

"So you come," he says with a smile.

"Of course! I won't miss this day for the world."

"He's upstairs, as always. Still sleeping I guess."

"Alright, I'll wake him up now." I go to climb the stairs but immediately stop myself.

"What's the matter?" Sam asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What ingredients do you have in the kitchen?"

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Dean's POV.

Delicious smell enters my nostrils. I force my eyes to open so that I can find out where the source of the smell comes from. As soon as I flicker them open, my eyes fall on her, sitting at the end of my bed, looking beautiful as always.

"Hey, I've made a breakfast for you," she whispers with a grin that is planted on her face.

I then notice that she is holding a plate of toasts, scrambled eggs and sausages. They seem really appetizing to me.

As much as I wanted to show my hatred towards her, I just couldn't. Nobody could hate someone as perfect as her. Unlike me, even my own mom hated me that much until she was willing to leave me. You're that useless, my subconscious mocks me. I shake my head figuratively and try to get rid of the image of my mom leaving me that day although I had begged her to stay. So instead, I turn my focus to her, to Elisa.

"I don't feel like getting out of bed," I mutter before I yawn sleepily.

"That's why I've brought the food here. We're gonna have breakfast in the bed, because Sam had told me that you were that lazy to even wake up," she says, sticking her tongue out playfully.

"Okay. Feed me then," I demand without any hint of playfulness.

"What are you? 5?" She asks before a light chuckle escapes her mouth.

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Elisa's POV.

When he doesn't reply anything, I start to worry. Was he serious? Did he really want me to feed him?

The silent is too overwhelming for me to handle. I sigh before giving up. "Fine." If I want him to forgive me 100%, I need to follow everything he asked me to.

I move from at the end of his bed to next to him on his king sized bed. My heart starts to beat rapidly because of the distance between us. He leans against the pillow and opens his mouth while still closing his eyes.

OMG, he's too cute. I can't control my hormone, please God help me.

While feeding him, I have this strong urge to just kiss the crap out of him. But I can't. I don't want to be seen as a creep. His morning face is really sexy though. No, no, Elisa no. I can't ruin the chance for both of us, whatever the chance we have.

After our sweet moment, I walk downstairs to give Dean the time for him to take a bath.

"Hey, you're a really good cook," Sam comprehends with his mouth full of food.

"Why thank you," I reply, showing a toothy grin.

"So where's your date this time?"

I narrow my eyes at him before I huff. "It's not a date. Why did everyone call it a date?"

"Yeah sure it isn't," Sam says, giving me an unbelievable look.

"It's not! Seriously." I glare at him.

"Whatever floats your boat," Sam mutters quietly but I can still hear him.

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Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'll write about the 'date' on the next chapter. I know this isn't the best chapter I've written, because I've been extremely busy these past days, or weeks, I guess. This is a really short chapter, I know.

Anyway, READ, VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE!

xx,
Tris.