Golden Girl

13. Mistakes and Kisses

Warning: The title is self explanatory

Songs that would be really good with the chapter (and that I've listened to while writing) would be:
Elastic Heart by Sia
Outside by Ellie Goulding and Calvin Harris
Real Love by Clean Bandit and Jess Glynne
Heartbeat Song by Kelly Clarkson

Where are Sienna and Logan?" I ask Dylan, seeing that they are not here.
"Went to pick up Jen, Lucy and your sister from the airport." He said. He turned a page of his "book"
I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, and made plans for the boring day that lays ahead of me. Maybe after Logan and Sienna come back we could go to Central Park for a nice walk.

After three hours of doing absolutely nothing, I ventured into the living room, and decided to pull Dylan out of the monstrous world of Fifty Shades of Grey.
I pulled his hair.
"Ow what was that for?"
"Because I felt like it. Duh."
He glared at me and tried to go back to reading. Of course knowing me, I wouldn't leave him alone.
"Where are Logan and Sienna? They haven't been here in three hours."
"I don't know. Maybe Kayla's plane still hasn't landed."
"Call them."
"Why don't you?"
"Do you really want to ask me that question?"
"I'll get right to it."
"That's what I thought." I smiled.
He picked up his phone and dialed Logan's number.
"Why don't you just press on his cont-"
"SHHHH!"
"Did you just shush me?" He should know that was a mistake.

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"I have to go pick them up." Dylan picked up his coat.
"Why?"
"The airport is full, some accident happened near it and all taxis are 'unavailable'" He said in annoyance, making air quotations with his fingers on unavailable.
"They shouldn't have gone with a taxi."
"Where are my sunglasses? Seriously where?" He started frantically searching for them.
"Dylan."
He kept searching as if they were made out of gold.
"DYLAN!!"
"What?"
"They're on your head."

Lately I've noticed something seems to be different about Dylan. He's more stressed out lately. And he's not as sarcastic as much.
Okay that's a sign. Something is very wrong.

I pick up my beige coat, from its place on the couch, and started to put it on.
"I'm coming with you." I stated.

The elevator doors open. We enter. Dylan presses the button for the first floor, and we wait in silence. The elevator stops for another person on the 27th floor. An old woman walks in, with a walker that creaks with every step she takes.
"Did you bring your key to the apartment because I forgot mine." I break the uncomfortable silence.
Dylan reached into his pocket.
"Yeah."
"Good." I stood with my hands behind my back, looking around at the elevator design.
"Oh what a cute couple you guys are." The old woman observes.
"Oh we're not-" We start to defend, but the elevator stops at her designated floor, and she leaves before I can finish, refusing to hear the words that were about to come out of our mouths.
We awkwardly look at each other and start to laugh.
Suddenly the elevator rumbles and comes to a slow stop.
I see that we still haven't gone down a full floor.
"GREAT just great!" I exclaim, raising my hands in the air. This won't be good. I have extreme claustrophobia.

When I was six, my cousins and I were playing hide and seek, and I thought it would be smart to hide in an old chest in the attic so nobody could find me. Little did I know, that chest locks when it closes. So just imagine how that must have gone for me.
Every time I'm in a small space the memory comes back to me. The memory of me crawling into the chest and shutting the lid. A strand if my blonde hair getting caught between the lid and the chest. Trying to open it, but it didn't work. For hours I was screaming and pounding on the lid of the chest, until my sister came, and yelled for help.
That memory.

"Kiara?" I hear Dylan's voice. I look around me. I am on my knees, and hyperventilating, back in the elevator. I slowly stand up.
"Dylan, I'm extremely claustrophobic. I-I can't do this."
"Just stop, and breathe okay?"
I really liked that he was being a good friend, but it wasn't helping.
I slow my breathing.
"Better?" He asks reassuringly.
"Better."
But I'm not. I start hyperventilating again. My heart rate quickens and I can't control it.
Tears start to stream out of my eyes,turning into complete waterfalls.
"I-I-I can't do this." I stand up to my feet, and start to go completely insane. I'm kicking the elevator walls and pounding them with the palm of my hand. I feel like I'm in the chest all over again. Screaming for help, and trying to break open the lid.
Out of nowhere Dylan turns me around and presses his lips to mine.
My eyes widen to the point where I think they're going to pop out of my head, and I stop breathing. My heart rate picks up to probably thirty thousand beats per minute, as my surroundings melt. I feel as if I am surrounded by complete darkness, where my emotions lie, threatening to pour out at any moment.
I pull away. We stay silent for only moments before I pipe up and say,
"Dylan. This is bad. Really bad. I mean what about Sienna? What about Logan? I don't want to loose my best friend, and my boyfriend." My tone suggests panic.
"I know it was totally insensitive I'm sorry." He paused before adding to his statement, "but it did work didn't it?" He nudged me on the shoulder.
I stayed silent. I wanted to smile, but I felt too weak to function at all. It felt wrong really wrong. At the same time it felt right.

Somehow, our lips found each other once again.
Our lips moving against one another. We were so close there was almost no space between our heated bodies. (A/N: okay that could be taken out of context very easily... just don't.)
My heart was hammering against my ribcage, as if it were begging to escape. I wanted to. I wanted to run away and hide, never see another person again so I don't have to build up regrets. But I stayed. I let Dylan kiss me like nobody had ever kissed me before. I took his hands, and rested them on my hips, I could feel them slightly trembling. I can't tell if it's just the fact I'm shaking so hard I might get a heart attack, or if Dylan really was nervous about kissing me. But either way I was terrified. I paused to smile. I loved this feeling and I hated it. My lips go in contact with his once again as I wrap my hands around his neck, and take control. I push him against the wall of the elevator, my head pounding. I could only feel euphoric emotions. The whole surrounding world had already melted away, nothing mattered anymore. He turned me around, and rested my back against the hard wall, sending chills up my spine.
By now our lips were moving so fast, I had trouble processing everything, and paying attention.
The lights decide that it would be great to flicker out, and leave us in darkness.
I immediately pull away, distraught and afraid. I look up into the blackness.
Everything washes over me like a tsunami. I let everything sink in, absorbing every fact and mistake. I am almost startled with my stupidity.
My back slides against the wall, as I find myself sitting on the cold tiled floor. I let the darkness swallow me whole. Well this is something else to cross off the Never Have I Ever list.
I reach out into the darkness, feeling for Dylan's warmth.
What have I done?

I apologize.
For this horrible piece of writing.
And I guess for betraying you guys. But I had to do it. I don't know why.
But don't worry. No one will ever know. For the next few chapters at least. Kiagen (new ship name) is not shattered.
Neither are Sienna and Dylan. (Shipname anyone?)
The comment section is below, express yourselves.
I will embrace myself. Particularly for some specific people's reactions.
XoXo
--nightingale

I'm a terrible person aren't I?