The Dare (Dylmas)

3.02

Dylan's POV.
There he is. He's more gorgeous face to face rather than on a phone screen. His hair is a lot more fair than what it looks on the phone, his eyes in the sunlight resembled pools of honey; again I'd never noticed the colour and of his eyes completely. My phone didn't do him justice. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, he was just so gorgeous to me. It never occurred to me that I was dating the most beautiful man in the world.

He stood and smiled at me, I'd never see him smile like this before. I didn't even need to think about it, I'm already smiling brightly back at the boy. Without a second thought, I gather his whole body in my arms, tighter than I've ever held anybody. He fits in my arms perfectly, like he was made just for me, just for my arms to hold him. His skin feels soft, I feel like I need to be as gentle as possible, or else he'll break. He's so fragile.

I feel so lucky in one moment, as if before this moment: nothing really mattered. But now my life has meaning, more than I ever thought I would. I'm not suicidal or anything like that; I just knew that my life isn't worth as much as a mother or a father, or a doctor, or a therapist. I was just Dylan, I did feature in a few movies or tv shows sometimes, but I've never really been memorable. My life wasn't memorable either. My mothers son, my sisters brother, my cousins cousin, my friends friend. I didn't really feel like I was me for a while, I was just living through other people.

Now I've realised that I'm actually my own person, I don't need to live through my mom or my sister. I'm Dylan, I have a boyfriend who loves me, I have a best friend who means a lot to me, but I never really realised it, I'm myself.

Thomas' POV.

It feels so right. I feel like I'm lighting up inside. Like everything that's ever bothered me has gone away with a touch of his skin. Although we are around the same height, I still feel like he was the one protecting me. I like it that way.

"Hey." He says.

"Hi."

"How was the journey?" He asks.

"Y'know, normal plane ride.." I tell him, trying to make it seem like I have experience with travel.

"Have you ever been on a plane before?" He asks again, with that look on his face.

"Uh.. Yeah. All the time." I tell him again.

"Yeah. First time then?" He says, that smirk on his face makes me melt on the inside.

"Yeah.."

"How was the uber here?" He asks again.

"He was a good driver, made a lot of conversation. He's still up there." I tell him, pointing in the direction of the Uber driver.

"Oh yeah." He says, walking towards the driver and his car.

I looked at him, confused. I don't really understand why he's walking towards the guys car. Is it some sort of American thing? We definitely don't do that in Britain.

"Why did you let this guy drive you?" He asks.

My heart stopped for some reason, "W-What?" I asked, again, very confused.

"He's so ugly and I bet he isn't even a good driver."

At this point the driver got out of the car and was staring at Dylan, with some sort of grin on his face. This is so American. "What did you just say about me? Did you just call me ugly? And a bad driver?" He asks Dylan, an anger rising in his voice. This wasn't going to end well.

"Yeah you are ugly. And I can tell by the look on your ugly little face that you aren't a good roommate or friend either!" Dylan, practically shouts, at this man. "Oh yeah? Let's have a talk about this then shall we Dylan?"

How did he know Dylan's name? This is so weird to me. Considering this is the first time I've actually been to America, it isn't really the best impression to have: two dudes having a fight over the fact that one of them drove me here. It's really weird. America overall is weird. I wish Dylan had came to Kaya's instead. I think British culture and society is a little bit better than whatever is going on here.

"Yeah? Tyler I think you are the worst roommate I've ever had in my life. And you wanna know why, huh?" Dylan says again. "Yeah I do wanna know why, because you an even worse roommate!" He shouts back.

At this point I'm even more lost than I was before. First they were arguing over the fact that I was driven here by this 'Tyler' guy... Now they're arguing over who is the worst roommate? Roommate? His roommate drove me here?

"Because you always stink, especially when you come out of the toilet mate. You stink the place out." Dylan explains to him. "Yeah? I don't think you're much better!" He shouts back.

After a moment of looking at each other, they look round at me and Kaya and turn back to each other. Suddenly, great smiles formed on their larger faces and they began... laughing?
They were arguing and now they're laughing? With each other? Me and Kaya looked at each other, back at them, back at each other. Not getting whatever joke they find funny.

"Got ya!" Dylan yells.

"Surprise!" Tyler shouts with him.

"What is this?" Kaya asks, me nodding in unison with her speech.

"We just thought it would be funny if Tyler went to the airport and picked you up, bringing you back here: all while pretending to be an uber driver. And then causing a huge scene with each other, just to see what you'd think." Dylan explains, alternating between looking at me and then Kaya.

"That... Isn't really that funny." Kaya says. I nod with her, agreeing.

"Well we thought it would be a funny if y'know... two random guys were arguing for no reason? But actually he's my roommate..." Tyler adds on to Dylan's explanation. Kaya and me glanced at each other and walked back towards the house.