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It had been four months since my breakdown and my huge mess up with Curtis and Quinn. I worked hard everyday to regain the trust of my Dad and Uncle Sam, and managed to keep myself out of trouble. They had given up hunting for those four months and focused on helping me get better, and I did. I felt much better. I trusted that I was with them to stay...permanently and I knew that they loved me...no matter what. Uncle Sam and Dad decided that they were going to start hunting again, but that they would try to take on the cases alone, and one of them would be home with me. If they had to take on a case together, and they couldn't be home with me, then Jody or their friend Castiel would take care of me. They also decided that I would start 6th grade in Lebanon and I was excited that I would be in some of the same classes as Curtis. I hadn't seen much of him, but the times I did, he seemed really happy with his new family and I was happy for him, but I missed him. He was my one true friend that knew everything about me and still liked me.
"Thanks for all the new clothes," I said happily as we headed home from the nearest Justice store, which wasn't exactly close by. "This is the best birthday ever!" I saw them exchange glances in the front seat. It was my 13th birthday and they allowed me to go on a shopping spree with a $300 limit. I was in my glory and since I would be starting middle school soon, I needed new and stylish clothes. I bought boots, a purse, leggings, and tops.
"You're welcome honey," Uncle Sam responded as he turned and gave me a quick smile. We pulled into the garage of the bunker. Uncle Sam went around to the trunk as I hopped out excitedly. I was hoping that they had cake and ice cream waiting for me inside.
"So how does it feel to be thirteen?" my Dad asked as he placed his hands on my shoulders from behind.
"Well," I replied as I spun around to face him. "I feel older and wiser and more mature, and I think I should be able to make more decisions for myself. I mean, I am a teenager now." My Dad smiled as he looked down at me.
"Is that right?" he laughed as he ruffled the hair on top of my head. "We'll see about that." He reached down and lifted me off of my feet and threw me over his right shoulder. I laughed as he tickled my ribs with his free hand. "Come on kiddo, we have another surprise waiting for you." (Another surprise! What could it be?) He carried me through the garage and into the main room of the bunker. There was an eerie silence. I knew they were up to something. "Sam, can you get the lights?" my Dad said as he set me on my feet.
"Surprise!" called out several voices as the lights came on. I gasped and covered my mouth excitedly. I saw Jody, Claire, Alex, and Curtis. "Happy Birthday Libby!" I ran around excitedly and gave them each a hug. The best birthday ever had just gotten better...my whole family was there and Curtis. We had pizza, cake and my favorite ice cream...mint chocolate chip. I loved that they knew me so well. While my Dad and Uncle Sam drank beers with Jody, Claire and Alex searched through the books in the Library. Meanwhile, I motioned for Curtis to follow me. I wanted some time alone with him, I hadn't seen him in a couple of months. I headed toward my bedroom with him following behind.
"I don't know Kansas, Sam and Dean won't like us alone in your bedroom together," he hesitated as we stopped outside of my room. (That was a weird response from him.) I eyed him suspiciously. Something had changed in the way that he looked at me. But what?
"Oh come on," I said as I grabbed his hand and gently pulled him inside. "Since when are you afraid of them? You know their barks are bigger than their bites." I went to plant a kiss on his lips, but he pulled his head away. I felt my cheeks flush red with embarrassment as we both stood there awkwardly. "Oh...ummmmm...sorry," I said as I took a step back from him. "Is there something wrong?" (Something was wrong. I knew it.)
"No," he replied quickly, but I could tell he was lying as he brushed back his bangs nervously. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Something I usually did when I was lying to my Dad and Uncle Sam. "I just...I...well...I don't want to talk about this right now." I felt my cheeks get even hotter (if that was even possible). And then tears fill my eyes. "Kansas, you are my best friend and I love you, I really do," he said. "But..." (But? There was a but! NO! He couldn't be breaking up with me.)
"Hey Justin Beiber, what are you doing with my daughter in here?" interrupted my Dad's voice as he stuck his head into my room. I quickly tried to change the expression on my face, but it was too late, my Dad knew something was wrong. He quickly stepped inside. "Everything ok in here?" he asked as he put his arm around my shoulders. "Libs?" he questioned as he gave me a gentle squeeze.
"Yeah," I replied as I fought back the tears. I wrapped my arms tightly around my Dad and buried my face in his flannel. I never wanted to look at Curtis again.
"Curtis man, you didn't just do what I think you did?" my Dad questioned with frustration. I heard Curtis sigh. "Dude, it's her birthday."
"I know, I know," Curtis replied defensively. "It just started to come out...I'm sorry...I love Libby, she's my best friend...I would never purposely hurt her." I couldn't stop the tears anymore and started to sob into my Dad's flannel. "I'm sorry Libby," he said again. "I'm your friend. I always will be."
"That's enough Justin Beiber, I'm going to get you a ride home," my Dad stated angrily. "Libs, wait here, I'll be right back." I released the hold I had on him, still with my back to Curtis. The best day ever suddenly turned to the worst day ever. After my Dad left with Curtis, Uncle Sam and Jody immediately came to comfort me. Everyone gave their best efforts to make me feel better, but the only thing I wanted was to go to bed. I ended up sneaking off to bed while everyone still hung out in the main room.
"Hey kiddo," my Dad said as he came into my room just a few minutes after I disappeared. He took a seat on the edge of my bed. "I'm sorry this happened to you, but I'm not surprised. You are both too young to be in a relationship and maybe that's what Curtis was trying to say."
"How old were you when you had your first girlfriend?" I questioned.
"That doesn't matter," he replied. "I wasn't your typical teenager."
"Right," I replied with annoyance. (It was ok for him, but not ok for me. So hypocritical. As usual.)
"Libby, you two are friends and that's how it should be. I believe him when he said you are his best friend."
"Yeah, but he's no longer my boyfriend," I pouted. I knew my Dad was secretly happy about that and that annoyed me.
He brushed the hair from my face. "Don't let this get you down for too long, ok kid? You'll meet lots of new kids when you start school. And besides, no dating until you're at least sixteen. (Ugh! 16?!) I was a teenage boy once too." He tickled me and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "It's going to be ok, I promise," he said reassuringly and then leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Love you kiddo, goodnight and Happy Birthday."
"Goodnight Dad," I replied. "Thanks for the clothes and the party." As I drifted off to sleep, I was bound and determined that I would make Curtis see that we were supposed to be more than friends. I would win him back because I was Libby Winchester.