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Match- Dylan's POV

Dylan's POV-

"Are you absolutely sure that you don't want the crop top instead? It will surely bring out your eyes better," Presley joked with a wide smile.

"Presley," I sighed with a grin at the goofy girl. She was in a good mood that morning. I was too, to be honest. It was like a weight had been lifted off us both or something. "Shut up," I said jokingly to her. "You're just mad because I'm taking my own shirt that you stole back," I said as I smoothed out the white t-shirt of mine that she had kept from when she had to wear it to school a while back.

"Dylan," she said in the same tone that I had said her name in. "Go fuck yourself," she said playfully and stuck her tongue out. "It's not my fault that the shirt is nice, soft, and comfortable! And I did not steal it, you gave it to me."

"Why would I go fuck myself when I could just fuck yo-"

"Holy Hell, what happened to the sweet, lovely guy that had to apologize for being too mean by stating the truth on the first day I really met him? He would never."

"Well, you made damn sure to get rid of that guy," I answered her with a smirk. "Said something about liking me more or some shit. Now, here I am..."

She grinned at me. "Well, I do," she told me honestly. "I like this real you."

I smiled at her and hugged her close to me before kissing her forehead softly.

"You ready?" She asked reluctantly. "I just have to make sure that my mom is still alive and then I'm ready to go to that God awful prison."

"Make sure she's alive?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah, I just have to make sure she's still breathing and everything. It will only take a minute," she elaborated slightly.

I nodded reluctantly and sighed as I looked back at the bed before following her out of the room. I had a good night the night before. It was definitely not the first time that we had slept in the same bed. I mean, we had shared a bed the whole time she stayed at my house. However, this time, it had been different. We didn't sleep on opposite ends of the bed; we cuddled. We didn't turn away from each other all night to try to ignore that we were in the same bed; I purposefully held her all night. We didn't deny each other's soft touches and caresses all night; we kissed and hugged.

It was innocent. Well, as innocent as kissing and cuddling in a bed together can get. The point is it was not sexual in nature... It was caring. I cared about Presley so fucking much. It was scary how much I truly cared about her.

I paused at the doorway of living room and observed Presley with her mom. Her mom, the person that has caused the majority of her life's problems. Her mom, the person that had just given her a fat lip a couple of days before. Her mom, one of the most toxic people who I had ever met. She had done all those things to her, and yet... Presley still loved and cared for her so deeply.

I saw that care in the way she pulled the small blanket over her and tucked it in around her. I saw that love in the way she made sure she had a glass of water and medicine close by on the side table for when she woke up. I saw Presley's complete and utter pureness in the way she kissed her mother's head and looked at her with worry still in her eyes. After everything that her mother had done to her... She still absolutely loved her mother completely and wholly.

"You ready?" Presley asked and led me out of the house.

"I just... I'll never understand why people refuse to see you," I finally said when we both got into the car.