The Boy Next Door

Was This A Joke?

"It's not true, it's not true," I whispered under my breath as I continued to walk. It was dark outside, but I didn't care. I just needed to get out of the house, I needed to be alone to think about what I just saw. "What if it is true?" I whispered. Stopping in my tracks. "It can't be." I continued, regaining my walking speed. As I continued to walk, I shoved my hands in my pocket. I realized I hadn't brought my phone, and at a time like this, I was pretty happy I didn't have it. I didn't want to talk to my Dad, Mom, or Justin. As I continued to walk, I found myself at the park, so I walked over to the park and sat down on the swing.

"You shouldn't be out this late," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. I quickly turned around and was face to face with Dylan.

"What are you doing here Dylan?" I asked, looking at him up and down. Although it was pretty dark out, I could still see his facial features and he looked horrible. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages. His skin complexion was flushed. Dark bags hung below his eyes. I had never seen him like this. Dylan is, and always will be a good looking guy, but at this point, he looked a mess.

"As far as I know, this park is for everyone," Dylan replied, taking a seat in the swing that was closes to me.

"Are you going to leave? Or am I going to have too?"

"Look Brooke, I just want to talk to you. Is that too much to ask for?" Dylan questioned. I rolled my eyes and got up from the swing.

"I guess I'm going to be the one leaving." I replied, walking away.

"Wait!" He practically yelled, grabbing ahold of my wrist. I turned around and looked down at his hand wrapped around mines.

"What? What is there to talk about between us? We're over. There's nothing else that can be done or said."

"Just give me five minutes. That's all I ask for. Can I get five minutes of your time Brooke?" Dylan begged. It took almost everything in me to hold back my laughter, but I contained myself.

"Shoot," I replied simply, wrapping my arms across my chest.

"Truth is, I miss you. I miss the way we used to be. The way you looked at me in the morning. I miss the smell of your body. I miss everything about you and I don't think I can get over it."

Was this a joke.

"Dylan I-" before I had a chance to continue, Dylan crashed his lips onto mine and began kissing me. I jumped back in reaction and looked at him. My eyes flickered back and forth from his lips to his eyes. There's always been something about him that always hooks me. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his.

Just like old times. I thought, smiling against the kiss.

"We should probably head to my place. You know, we wouldn't want people to see us making out," I spoke through the kiss.

"I agree," was all Dylan said before he dragged me in the direction of my house.

-

"That was the best I've had in a long time." Dylan replied, lighting a cigarette and placing it in between his lips.

We had both been laying in my bed without any clothes on, our bodies were protected by the covers.

I simply smiled at Dylan's statement and looked up at him.

"I guess I can say I've missed you too Dylan." I giggled. Dylan lightly chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Look, I should probably get going because I would rather not get my ass kicked by your dad, but." He dragged on. "I'll make sure to call you?" He said in more of a questioning tone then statement.