A Teaspoon Of Stardust

2) So We Meet Again

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The toe of my shoe carried out with its nervous habit against the wall. I slid my beanie farther back on my head and continued waiting for the elevator. After another minute I gave up and sat down cross legged next to the two doors, figuring it must be broke again and Kevin was calling a repairman.

I took out my journal and crossed out everything from today so that I could write it all over, now that I had time and full attention. I plugged in my ear buds and was immediately greeted by Patrick Stump singing about an American Beauty at a rather deafening volume level.

"SHE'S AN AMERICAN BEAUTYYYYY I'M AN AMERICAN PSYCHOOOOOOOOOOO..."

I made a noise somewhere between a squeal and a shriek, tearing them off me and throwing them to the ground.

"Whew." I sighed. I completely forgot how high I turned my iPod up yesterday when I was cleaning. I leaned over to pick them up, clutching one ear, but a strange hand beat me to it.

"Hey." The familiar sounding person said. Wincing, I slowly turned my head up to see what kind of creepy resident from my apartment was in front of me. But when I looked up I saw a face I knew all too well.

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"Here, sit down. Do you want coffee? Excuse the mess. I want to apologi-" I rambled, but was soon cut off by his arms around me.

"I missed you." I murmured. I didn't even question how he found me, I was just completely and utterly thrilled to have him next to me.

"So Scarlett, how's the family been?" He asked me, sitting down at the old kitchen table.

"What family," I laughed. "You mean me and mom?"

"Okay, fine. How have you and aunt Lisa been then?" He smiled. He was so different from when I last saw him. He had grown at least a three and a half feet and his braced teeth are now white and perfectly straight.

"Dylan, you know how it is. Don't ask." Although I wasn't completely sure he did. Ever since my dad up and left that whole side of the family hasn't talked to us.

I set two mugs of coffee in front of us and began to sip mine slowly, blowing on the steam.

"I'm sorry. It's just hard, you know? Why am I expected to just ignore half of my blood relatives with aunts and cousins," he grinned at that part. "That I love so much just because of some stupid spat my parents had."

Dylan looked at me quietly, and didn't say anything. But I could almost hear his thoughts. Clearly it was much more than a stupid spat. "Where did this come from?" He smirked, grabbing a piece of my long hair. I hardly noticed he changed the subject.

"Oh. I haven't cut it in a few years. It started to turn blonde on top since this summer at Grams, but all underneath is still dark brown." I admired my long hair, that reached my hips. It was the only thing I liked about myself.

"So, uh, why were you screaming?" Dylan asked, suggesting my iPod catastrophe.

I laughed and blushed remembering my embarrassing moment.

"See, I forgot how loud the volume was and when I turned my iPod on I almost pooped myself." He started to laugh too.

"Ohh, cause when I stepped out of the elevator you were quite the sight." He elbowed me. Aha! That's why the elevator took so long. He must've went up to my apartment first. I thought, fake nodding and pretending to be listening to whatever he was saying. I still couldn't believe it. The Dylan Smith is in my kitchen. After all these years.

Dylan and I kept talking for awhile. Making up for nine years in one day is hard. Ever since Grandma Smith and my mom had that argument about who's fault John's leaving was, my mom announced they were officially dead to her. Thus the separation of Dylan and Scarlett.

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After hours of laughs and memories, I finally was back at my apartment.

Minutes before midnight, I stepped out of the cab and Dylan walked me to the rusty door.

"I had soo much fun, Scar. I've missed this." He said. "Here." Dylan motioned to the cell phone in my hand. He unlocked it on the first time with 7598, my birthday numbers.

He punched in his number and made his contact name "THE AMAZING DYLAN KING OF EVERYTHING"

I smiled, hugging him one last time and then watched as the taxi drove away. I'll see you again, Scarlett. The promise Dylan made to me earlier echoed in my head and I couldn't help but feel as though I was being lied to again. It left me with an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I walked to the elevator through the dim lobby. "Well, well, well. Who's this we have here?" Said a raspy voice from behind. I was shoved into the wall and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Leave. Me. Alone." I barked. This crap apartment was really starting to get on my nerves.

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HOLA! SOO ANOTHER UPDATE IN AN HOUR! WHO THOUGHT DYLAN WAS MYSTERY BOY?!! hahahaha. A little more background in Scarlett.. what'd ya think? How about that ending?
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