I Just Don't Believe In Love...

Chapter 3: Dylan Blake

"Hi," he holds his hand out, "I'm Dylan." My heart starts beating way too fast to be safe.
"Hi-I'm-um-I'm-" I stutter. He starts chuckling.
"You are...?" He starts for me.
"Andi," I finish, "I'm Andi. Nice to meet you." I shake his hand. His hand is rough and warm in mine. I look down at my screen, blushing, and try to fix flyaway baby hairs. He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my face towards him. Call me cliché, but where he touched, my skin was tingly and hot.  The warmth spreads up and fills my cheeks. Stop, Andi. He's just a boy on a plane. You'll never see him again. He grins, showing his dimples.
"I like when you blush, it's cute." He whispers. I can't breathe. My heart is beating so fast I swear he can hear it.
I let out a shaky laugh. "Thanks I think."
He leans in close and his breath tickles my ear. "You're very pretty... If we weren't on a plane, I'd kiss you." He winks. I force myself not to blush and hit his arm.
"Wow isn't someone being forward." I fake mock him.
"ATTENTION PASSENGERS" the pilot's voice comes over the intercom. "PLEASE BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELTS, AND TURN OFF ALL ELECTRONICS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE" I sigh, shut down my phone and close my laptop. I glance at Dylan and see he's typing away at his phone.
"Hey," I nudge him, "aren't you gonna turn off your phone?"
"Yes. I'm answering my mom." He says the word like venom. I look past Dylan and see the aisle seat is empty. Fantastic, I think to myself, stuck alone in an aisle for multiple hours with a PMSing teen boy. I want to ask his age, but I'm too tired to form words. Soon, everything sinks into black as sleep takes over.
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"Psst!"
I feel something poke my cheek. I groan.
"PSST!! Wake up, Andi! Wake up!"
I slowly open one eye. Yup. It's Dylan. I rub my eyes and blink rapidly until my vision clears. I look around and my eyes focus on an extremely attractive boy.
"What, Dylan?" I sigh. "I was having a good dream."
"Ooh what about?" He props his chins up on his hands and pretends to twirl his nonexistent long hair.
"Food. I'm starving. What do you want?" I half attempt a grin.
"Wanna watch a movie?" He grins a goofy grin, showing all his teeth. He looks so excited I can't help but laugh. "Why are you laughing?" He pouts, his excitement deflating.
"Sure I'll watch a movie, what do you want to watch? Harry Potter? Smut?" I laughed so loud and quickly, I snorted. I cover my mouth and feel heat in my cheeks.
"Why are you blushing?" He asks me, there doesn't seem to be any mockery in his tone.
"I made a not-lady-like-inhuman sound when I snorted.. and I just mentioned porn in front of a stranger." Oh God, did I actually just do that? My cheeks heat again.
"It was funny, and who cares about being lady-like?" He rolls his eyes like it's the most obvious thing ever. Like I want to be my obnoxious, sarcastic, clingy self in front of him.
"Yeah, yeah... So what movie do you want to watch? I'm guessing you're seventeen too, and seventeen year old boys like...? Wait, I don't actually know.." I never realized how many fucks I truly don't give about people at school.
"Good guess, but I'm turning seventeen next month... and sixteen year old guys," he gives me a pointed look, "like action movies. But like I said before, ladies pick."
"Well, I'm a lowkey fangirl, not gonna bother hiding it... Harry Potter. If that's good with you?"
He grins as he types the title in and chooses the first movie, "have to go in order, or else, whats the point?"
"Wait," I gasp. A sudden moment of realization washes over me.
He quickly hits the pause button and looks and me with a wide-eyed, terrified expression, "what? Oh God, is it your," he lowers his voice to a whisper, "..period?"
I really laugh at that. His face. I laugh a mouth-open, snorting-like-a-pig, hand-over-mouth laugh. "No. It's not my period. I realized something," I try to calm down by taking deep breaths, it wasn't that funny stop laughing. I look over and see his red face and instantly sober up, "sorry, no it's not that, I just realized... you said you're seventeen in a month?"
"Yeah," he seems relieved that was all I was laughing about, "...why?"
"I, Andi Grace Weirsma, am older than you."
"You'll have gray hair sooner."
"I'm wiser."
"I'm taller."
"Height doesn't matter when it comes to brains."
"You'll die sooner."
"If this conversation keeps happening, I will."
We both lean back laughing. During the back and forth we started leaning closer together. I find myself missing the warm firmness of his arm against mine. What the hell Andi, chill, he's a stranger on a plane don't get attached.
"Okay, that was fun, age doesn't matter, and Harry Potter time." He turns back to the little tv over us excitedly.
"Nerd.." I mutter under my breath.
"What was that, grandma?" He cups his hand around his ear.
"Nerd. You are a nerd," I joke, "and my birthday was only a week ago."
"Wait, really? What day?" He seems curious. Too curious. He could try to kill me. Dun, dun, dun. I don't care, not like I have a great life anyways.
"April nineteen."
"Mine's May thirty-one."
I didn't ask his birthday. He just told me. We're actually getting to know each other. I smile at him. A genuine, goofy, nose-crinkled smile.
"You look beautiful when you smile, you should do it more often, you normally look grumpy." He looks straight at me.
I can tell I'm red, "thanks." He licks his lips. Oh God, can he tell I'm looking at his lips? I look back at his eyes and see his eyes are on my lips... Then I realize I'm biting my lip. I'm probably about to cut my lip, that's why he's staring... Damn my nervous habit. I quickly stop, lean back, and turn back to the movie.
"The movie. Haha. I totally forgot," I run my hands through my hair prop my chin on my hand, elbow on the armrest between us.
"Oh, um, right." He drags his eyes away from my face. He starts the movie. I should be excited, I mean c'mon it's Harry Potter, but I just want to keep talking to him.
I notice he keeps sneaking glances at me when he thinks I'm not looking. Is there something on my face? Is he judging me?...
Does he think I'm pretty?
Of course he doesn't. Why would he? I'm not a pretty girl.
I have blond hair to my elbows, a small nose, full bottom lip, small top lip, round eyes that always change color, but generally look green.
I'm nothing like the popular girls. Who have gorgeous long wavy hair, wear on-brand clothes all the time. They're skinny but have boobs. They're beautiful without make-up. They're everything I'm not.
I've never been pretty, I'm not ugly, but I'm definitely not pretty. Dylan is so handsome he could get any girl.
He has Caribbean blue-green eyes with flecks of brown. He has dark-chocolate hair. I lean in ever so slightly. Yup. He has a light sprinkle of freckles across his nose. He has similar to my lips, full bottom lip, small upper lip.
He looks over at me and raises an eyebrow curiously. I notice that he's leaned back, chin resting on his hand, other hand resting on the opposite armrest. He's leaning against my arm and my chin is almost touching his hair. How did I not notice that?
"Hungry." I blurt out quickly.
He calls over the flight attendant and asks if he can have some crackers and water.
He gives them to me when she walks away. I smile gratefully and say thank you.
"Oh you know, just prince charming, saving the hungry damsel in distress," he says sarcastically.
"Ha. You wish," Dylan is a long name, I don't have the effort... "Dyl" I answer.
"Dyl?" He looks amused.
"Yeah. Dylan is too long, and I'm too lazy," he looks baffled and slightly worried by my laziness to say a five letter name, "Why do you think I'm Andi? Andrea takes way too long to introduce and write on papers. So it's Andi."
He laughs, "I don't think I've ever met a girl who gives herself and others nicknames, because she's too lazy to say their whole name."
"Whatever floats your boat, I like to say." I laugh, sigh, then turn back to the movie.
We forgot to pause it, and the movie's almost done.

****
"Wake up, Andi," Dylan is poking my cheek again. I start and look around. We're the last people left on the plane.
"We've officially arrived in L.A." Dylan announces with a toothy smile.

A/N
This is what I picture Dylan Blake to look like!!! I had extreme writers block while writing this chapter but I made this chapter extra long in case I wasn't able to update soon. Thanks for reading!