I've never dated. Commitment means the potential to be hurt. Commitment to anything, really. A significant other, family, sports, plans, friends, etc. Why am I so terrified of commitment? I don't exactly know, nothing huge happened. I mean, my mom cheated, but that happens a lot. I just don't like it. Not worth my time. But with him it was different.
*3 years ago*
Dylan couldn't take it anymore. I'd slept with more guys then I could count and he was just there to hear about it, and I guess he just got too sick of it. So when I climbed into his room really late one night because I couldn't sleep, he wouldn't speak to me.
"Dyl...Dylan, come on. What is this about?" I ask softly.
"You really don't see, do you?" He asks, in awe.
"No, what?" I ask.
"Nothing." He shakes his head.
"Dylan, tell me!" I demand. He presses me against the wall and smashes his lips to mine. I freeze. What. The. Fuck. I melt into him and kiss back. My hands find his hair, his hands find my hips. The kiss is needy and rushed, but sweet and passionate. We pull away, breathless.
"Oh." I squeak.
"Yeah. It's ok if you don't feel the same way." He mutters.
"Dyl..." I start.
"No, no. It's ok, I get it. I think you should go." He says. I nod and bite my lip, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Ok." I whisper and I climb back into my room. I lay awake in bed.
Dylan is my best friend. Why would he fuck this up? I don't like him like that...do I? I honestly don't know, I've never liked anyone like that. But I adore Dylan... I think I adore him even as more than a friend.
I climb back into his room at 5am and wake him up.
"I like you. I really, really like you." I whisper and then I leave a short, sweet, kiss on his lips. He smiles, but it quickly disappears.
"Care-bear... You don't date. I get that. It's ok." He whispers.
"I know. But you're different. You always have been." I say with a smile. He smiles back and kisses both of my cheeks and then my lips.
"So long..." He whispers.
"What?" I mumble.
"I've waited so long." He repeats and I smile.
"How long?" I question.
"Since we were fucking 12, Care-Bear. 12!" He groans and I giggle.
"Really?" I say with a smile.
"Yeah. So... How'd you sleep, girlfriend?" He smirks.
"I didn't. Oh and if that was your way of asking me out, no." I reply.
"What?" He says, his eyes wide.
"That was shitty, I expect more from you. Talk to me when you're ready to sweep me off my feet." I demand and then climb back into my room. I hear him laugh as I start to get ready for school.
When he did ask me out later that day, I was forced to say yes, seeing as he did it in an assembly in front of the entire school.
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