The Dare (Dylmas)

3.03

Kaya's POV.
We got inside their house, it was quite nice. It was very modern - not what I expected it to look like. I expected it to look like a traditional American house, large and bland. Isn't that what they all look like these days? It looked completely different to what I had pictured in my head. Black and white themed, some grey and marble dotted around. It's nothing I thought a guys house would look like. It's completely clean: they must have a maid or something. It looks like a woman lives here too, but nobody else but them live here.

"Sorry, its a bit of a mess at the moment, I haven't done the dishes in a little bit and well... you know Dylan. He only does housework if I have a knife to his throat - or his xbox." Tyler explains, looking around his pristine clean kitchen, with only a few bowls and plates scattered on the side. "Your house is immaculate, I don't know why you think it's a mess." I tell him.

"I do try my best. It's hard living by yourself with only a child, they never get the work done." Looking in Dylan's direction, who was staring right at Thomas.

"Earth to Dylan?" Tyler asks, watching him to see if he makes any movement. "Usually his hearing is super-human. If he hears a comment about him from downstairs while he's up, he's already bolting down the stairs demanding answers from me. I guess he really is a child." Tyler goes on. I turn and look at Dylan and suddenly he's snapped out of his Thomas-trance and is back to reality.

"What did you say about me? Did you call me a child again? Why do you always think that I'm like a child? You know I'm not. I can do things for myself you know. And if you're on about how I don't do any cleaning: it's because I choose not to! I don't want to so I don't have to! Understand me!?" Dylan starts at Tyler, again Tyler's point proving to be correct. I giggled and looked at Thomas, who was also in his own little world, taking in Dylan who was now stood in front of him, rather than to the side.

"Now Thomas has gone to the other world..." I tell Tyler. We both giggle and look back at the pair, who are now both lost in each other's gaze. Me and Tyler side-stepped away from them and to the island of the kitchen, still watching them.

"Maybe we should leave them?" Tyler suggests.

"Yeah. That's a good idea. I don't want to see what happens next."

"Good shout. You can come upstairs and I'll show you around, you can come in my room for a bit if you'd like?"

"I'd love to." I tell him. We start back to the door, so I can grab my suitcase and backpack and make our way upstairs. The couple are no longer in our eyesight.