Dean watched his sister with an amused smirk on his face. She was hopping around like a bunny on speed, trying to find something to pass the time until this Bette arrived. He reckoned that the girl must have really made an impression. He had never seen Tina in a state like this one – usually, she wasn’t too keen on love.

He thought the blonde would explode when the doorbell finally rang. To her, it must have felt like hours when in reality, it was only minutes. Tina didn’t even invite Bette in, but just shouted to Dean, who was just in the living room: "We’ll be right back! The money for the pizza is on the table and I expect your share if you still think your life’s worth something!"

He chuckled and shook his head. Fifteen minutes later, the pizzas were delivered; Dean took care of it and put them in the oven to keep them warm.

Another fifteen minutes later, the girls returned. The first thing he saw coming through the living room was a huge bag, then a map of blonde hair and then the most divine creature he had ever laid his eyes upon.

"H-hello," he stammered, getting up suddenly feeling conscious about his shabby appearance. He stepped forward and extended his hand. "I’m Dean Kennard – Tina’s older brother."

Tina rolled her eyes – he always had to rub it in that he had come out of their mother first – as the girl she fancied and her brother shook hands. Her eyes glistened with mischief as she noticed how Dean was behaving. Nuh-uh, she’s gay and she’s mine.

"I’m Bette Porter, very nice to meet you." She flashed him her trademark smile and Tina just knew she did it to tease him. The otherwise so cool Dean was now completely flustered.

"You girls sit down and open the beers, I’ll go and get the pizzas," he said, escaping to the kitchen. He stayed away for a suspiciously long time, probably getting himself together. 

As always, Tina ate her entire pizza and then looked at the others intently until they were finished, hoping to have a piece of theirs. Dean always ate his entire pizza, even when he felt like he’d explode, just to spite her. Tina’s eyes were fixed on Bette’s pepperoni pizza like a cat on a mouse that was just out of her reach. Her eyes were big, her lips pursed together, her tongue taking a peek every now and then.