Unheard of.

Wishful Thinking . .

        We were only seven when we first met. We were just learning how to ride our bikes and formulate sentences that were actually sensible. It was like meeting myself for the very first time. I loved the color blue and so did he. We were a perfect match for bestfriends. And that is what we became. It was Delilah and Dylan againist the world.I loved Dylan. He understood me and didn't judge me for being as weird as I was. He just accepted me. And I loved that about him.

        It was always clear to me that he cared for me. I could remember our first day of middle school. We were so excited to be upcoming Sixth graders. A new school meant a new start with new people, but it was still the same us. Dylan and Delilah againist the world. I was so lost going into the school. I didn't know where anything was or where to go. I decided to ask someone where I was supposed to go. I asked this huge buff looking kind of guy. He looked like he played football for Satan or something. Anyways, I tapped his shoulder as for him to turn around and he turned around as to scream at me. I was frightned by his suprising scream. So I asked him what was wrong with him, was he okay? Then he said," Im sorry but your face scared the hell out of me."  Then he laughed and others who had seen him had laughed. I became a joke to everyone around me. And this was the first day of middle school. I ran away to the closest place of coverage which seemed to be the bathroom. Tears rolled down my eyes, as I ran to lock myself in the bathroom stall. At that moment, I was too afraid to even step foot out of the bathroom and show it(my face). All I could hear was the laughter that filled the halls as I sat and cried. Then I heard a familiar voice say " Lilah...Lilah...LILAH."  After the third time of me hearing my named being called. I knew who it was...DYLAN. I quickly wiped my face and sucked up any left tears and responded back saying " Yes , Dylan I'm in the bathroom..give me a sec." A second could've been forever for me because I was just too scared to even walk out knowing people were going to do nothing but laugh at me. I did anyhow, though. I couldn't just leave Dylan out there waiting...by the GIRL'S bathroom. As I walked out, people began to slowly laugh and Dylan looked around in confusion. He didn't know why they were laughing " What are they laughing at?", he asked. " Me," I slowly said. I hung my head and shame. Then that's when he grabbed my hand and he laughed. I didn't understand why he was laughing or why he grabbed my hand if he was going to laugh with them. I snatched away from him as to hurry and walk away. He then screamed at me, '' Lilah, Sometimes you gotta laugh at yourself. Other times you gotta laugh at others because they don't know how ridiculous they look. But, regardless of it..you gotta laugh." He then stood there and held his hand out. I looked at it, a tear rolled down my face and I laughed. I grabbed his hand and then proceeded to find my class so that I wouldn't be late. That is when I knew our friendship would last forever.

He never left my side, even in the most roughest times of my life. He stayed there with me through everything. My first kiss. My first boyfriend...which eventually turned into my FIRST heartbreak. My first period. EVERYTHING.. he was always there. Then we got to an even bigger part of our lives which was going to HIGH SCHOOL. Could you believe that we were going the same high school? Well believe it! JamesBrook High! Home of the Tigers! Here us Roaaaaar! I was so excited and so was he. 

It was the night before the first day. I was getting ready to lay down in my bed and there was this noise on the outside of my window. I decided to go check it out. It was him. "Dylan, what are doing? It's eleven at night, bro.. like what could be this important...?'' He climbed up to my window and kissed me and said "You." I woke up quickly as to see what it was that was really going on. Sweat ran down my face and  I ran to my window. There was nobody there. It was all just a dream that felt so real. I questioned myself. What did it mean? Did I like Dylan? Did I want to kiss him? What did it mean? Most importantly, what would've happened if I woudn't have woke up?