Just Friends - Book Two in the As Love As You Love Me Series

chapter three.

3.

Dylan’s POV;

I was in the shower washing murky lake water off of my skin. My eyes were closed and my hands were too involved with my hair, washing all of the unwanted bacteria from out of my red locks. I felt two hands wrap themselves around my waist and I stopped moving. “Vince, what’re you doing?” I sharply asked.

“Shh, your parents aren’t here.” He whispered. I could hear the smile on his lips.

I splashed water over my eyes and looked at him, “What happens if they decide to come home?”

“They went out with some old friends; they said that they will be back around midnight and for us not to wait up.” He smiled.

I sighed and turned off the water, grabbing my towel off the hook before wrapping it around my wet body. Vince doing the same. “Where’s my brother?”

“In the living room with Justin.” He muttered.

I walked out into the hallway, and into our room only to find it filled with plenty of candles, and rose petals covering the bed and the floor. I turned to look at him, “What is all this?”

Vince closed and locked the door before he slowly walked over to me. “I know it’s not romantic at all, but I took some of my mom’s candles and I even ripped the petals off the roses in her rose garden, and even though your brothers downstairs, I’m trying to make this as special as I can…”

I smiled a little bit. “It’ll always be special with you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him softly. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, pulling my towel down, throwing it to the side. Vince lifted me up, placing my back on the bed, Vince hovered over me, kissing my neck and I couldn’t help but think that what was gonna happen was going to affect me forever. I just knew that what we were doing, at this moment was wrong…then I started to think about if I really loved Vince enough to do this. “Vince, what’s my favorite color?” I whispered.

He pulled away and looked at me, “It’s teal, right?” I frowned. “No wait, it’s pink.”

I pushed him back and walked over to my suitcase, throwing on a t-shirt and some underwear. “No, it’s lavender.” I said, before walking out the room.

Vince’s POV;

I had no idea at what had just happened. One minute she’s begging me to have sex with her, and the next I’m just shot down by her and no other words are said. I blew out all the candles and threw on a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I walked out to the kitchen and saw Dylan standing there eating a sandwich. I tried to read her but I couldn’t, and that’s what was so damn frustrating. I sighed and walked over to her, kissing her cheek softly, before she pulled away from me and went to sit down next to her brother. Could she really be that mad all because I didn’t know her favorite color? I didn’t know that would be such a big deal to her, but obviously it was. I’m sorry that I’m not fucking perfect Dylan, god. I bet Justin knew her favorite color…wait, maybe that was the problem. “Justin, do you know what Dylan’s favorite color is?”

“Pink, I think. Right Dylan?” Justin asked.

Dylan just scoffed and stood up and walked back towards our room, slamming the door behind her. I groaned and walked after her, leaving a dumbfounded Ryan and Justin. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. “What is your problem?”

“How could you not know my favorite color?” she yelled.

“What?I don’t even understand whatever it is you’re trying to ask.”

“You love me, but yet you don’t know my favorite color.”

“Dylan, please just let me in, what’s bothering you?”

“What’s my favorite food?”

“You like California rolls. Your favorite movie is Titanic, and you love to listen to Lana Del Rey when you’re sad. You like to skateboard in your free time and you like to either paint your nails baby pink, white or nude.”

“I’m sorry…”

“What’s my favorite color?” I snapped. I don’t know why I was acting so foolish, but if she could do it, so could I, damn it.

“It’s gold, and you like pizza, you hate chick-flicks and you love surfing.”

I pulled her in for a kiss and dug my nails into her t-shirt. “I love you so much. If you didn’t want to have sex, all you had to do was say so, I would’ve understood…”

“I’m scared.” She whispered. “What if I’m not good and you don’t want me anymore?”

“Dylan, I will always want you…always.”