your POV: Dylan had just returned from eye surgery and he asked you, his girlfriend, to comfort him. you are 13 he is 22.
dylan said something however it was inaudible as it was mixed with a large groan. i didn't respond. instead i reached into his wise old elf themed satchel and began to unpack his belongings - some jelly sandals, a beanie, a straw woven basket, an XXXXL hoodie and a wise old elf poster equipped with an autograph that said 'Dear Daddy Zippe, my french lover, I hope your eye surgery goes well and I wish you a speedy recovery. I wish I could be there but I have other jobs to tackle. All my undying love, your wise old elf xxxxxxxx' I grimaced.
Dylan let out another groan except this time i could hear what he was saying. he groaned 'mommy!' until i reluctantly forced myself off his fold up racing car chair and downstairs to his kitchen to find his mum.
instead of finding his mum preparing his hourly kibble as usual, i found a muscular shirtless man. 'damn' i thought to myself but as i did so, the ravishing man whipped around and placed his foot on the moldavite counter top to rest his elbow on his dislocated knee.
"Damn? You like what you see?" the man said. i could see his face now and i knew exactly who he was. johnny sins. but how did he know i thought 'damn'???
"I can read your mind, I practice witchcraft" he clarified for me. i gasped, he and i had something in common!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was delighted but my enlightenment was instantly crushed by another loud wail from dylan,
"MOMMMMYYYYYY" he cried
"i'm getting her!" i snapped back "i've just got a little side tracked" i added smirking at johnny who was now stroking his deformed knee. despite johnny now displaying a seductive set of pearly whites, i ran off to find dylan's mom to shut him up. i paused before entering the study. there was quicker ways to shut him up....
i dashed back up to dylan's room. i crashed the door down not bothering to avoid the sharp broken door hinges and accidentally slashed a huge gash down my elbow. i could fix that later.
"mommy thank god you're here, i have a sharp pain in my d- Y/N?!" He exclaimed as he saw me
i didn't want to waste any time so i quickly bundled his wrists together. i ripped off his galway girl hoodie for myself and hauled dylan to the window sill. i lifted him up onto the window ledge and smashed open the window. however, my plan was interjected by a loud noise coming from below. i tossed dylan onto his sandal collection and peered down. there below me was the groomlakes performing a rock version of galway girl except instead of galway girl, it said Y/N girl. i looked at dylan.
"they were supposed to start after i proposed" he mumbled
no way am i getting engaged to THAT after the encounter with johnny in the kitchen so i grabbed dylan and stuffed one of the limited edition lelli kelli sandals down his throat to silence his complaints and stuffed him through the miniscule window (he's allergic to sunlight). as i was doing so, he got stuck and would not move no matter how hard i pushed. i had no patience so i ripped out the whole window frame and sent him crashing onto the groomlakes still embedded into the window frame.
i cackled at the groomlakes screeches of pain and galloped downstairs to johnny where we ate dylan's hourly kibble.
part two next xx
