When I was 13 I had my first make out session and obviously as soon as it happened, I ran to tell Dylan.
*7 years ago*
I call him while I'm running home. "Dylan, my room, now." I say in between breaths.
"I made out with Mitch Johnson!" I exclaim. He smiles through a clenched jaw.
"He didn't try to touch you, did he?" He says, suddenly serious.
"No, but honestly I'm not sure I would have cared. It's not like it meant anything."
He nods and changes the subject.
The next day at 3am my phone rings. I groan and answer without looking at who it is. I hear sobbing on the other end of the line.
"Care-bear..." He says and I know it's Dylan. I rush over to my window and into his room without bothering to put on pants. I just have an oversized Guns N' Roses t-shirt on, but whatever.
I climb into his bed and snuggle into him. He holds me tight and I kiss his cheek.
"Nana... She... She died." He tells me in between sobs.
"Aw, honey." I say as I let a few tears fall, myself. I hate crying and when other people cry it makes me uncomfortable, but with Dylan it's different. I trust him with everything I am. I've never been close with girls. Or anyone, actually. Just me and Dyl. He's always been such a family oriented guy. Him and his nana were very close. It's gonna be a rough few months. His sobs stop as he slowly drifts off to sleep. I kiss his cheek and inhale his scent before letting the darkness take me too.
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When It All Comes Crashing Down
Romance"They say when you're dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But for me, it was a few good memories, but also my biggest regrets. And as the plane crashes down I can only think of one thing, him and how much I fucked up. Before I get into...
