Dylan has always one to never be able to hide his emotions. Luckily, he didn't have to, since Scarlett was always at his side.
Until Dallas comes along. That boy takes his heart and keeps it hidden away, unable for Dylan to ever find back. And just...
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~Saturday (One day later)
I am useless.
I've been walking around like a zombie the whole day, and time doesn't seem to pass. It's only seven pm, and I hate this weekend with my whole life.
"Honey! Dinner!" Mom yells from downstairs. I cringe knowing I have to face Dad. I can handle his disapproving looks any other day, but not now. God, not this weekend.
I slowly get downstairs and sit down on my place. Dad is not here yet. I exhale relieved. Mom smiles at me and puts the scale on the table.
She starts putting the food on my plate, making me frown. "Don't we have to wait for Dad?" She shakes her head, smiling. "Oh honey, no. He's gone fishing this weekend! That's nice, right? Finally some us time."
Oh thank God.
I nod and smile, relieved I don't have to face him. Every time he sees me, he snorts and looks at me with a look of disappointment. It hurts me, but I know Mom is supportive of me and I try to focus on that.
I prick in my food, not feeling hungry. It's a shame, because Mom's food is honestly the best. "What's wrong, honey? Is it not good?"
My eyes widen, scared I upset her. I quickly stuff a big amount of food in my mouth and do thumbs up. She cocks an eyebrow, making me look down.
Please don't ask how I'm doing, please don't ask hom I'm doing, please—
"How are you doing, honey? Are you okay? I've noticed you don't act like yourself," she says. My shoulders slump. "I'm not getting a panic attack, if that's what you mean." I think.
She shakes her head and swallows before saying, "That's not what I meant. Something's off, and it's bothering you. What is it?"
I sigh and look up at her. Her eyes glim. "Is it a boy?" I wince. "Maybe..." She squeals and claps her hands, running around the table to hug me. "Yaa! I knew you'd find somebody! What is his name? Oh! Is it Dallas?"
Why did I ever tell her about Dallas?
"It might be... But that's not a good thing. I think I blew it." She frowns and sits down where dad normally sits, next to me. Her food is forgotten.
"How can you blow something if it hasn't started yet?" Geez, Mom, thanks. I give her a helpless shrug.
"Yesterday, we called. And he flirted with me but— but I think he lost interest," I whisper. She wraps an arm around my back and rubs it, comforting me.
"I was stuttering and panicking the whole time and he must have switched his mind or something," I sigh. She sighs. "Did he text you yet?"
I shale my head. I try to not look every second, but it's hurt. But I managed to not look at it for.... 4 minutes now.
A record.
"Do you have his number?" My eyes widen and I shake my head. "I didn't ask. Scared he'd reject me."
She pulls me in a hug. "You poor child. How did you get so bad trust issues? You're a great guy, why would he reject you? Do not answer that," she growls when I open my mouth with a million reasons.
I answer anyway. "Well. Do you want the reasons in alphabetical order or importance?" She sighs. "Importance."
"Alright. One. He is popular, and I'm just a nerd. I'd crack his ego." She frowns. "That's where you worry about the most? Dylan, who cares about—" "He. He does. Two. He has tons of friends, and I don't think they like me very much."
She sighs and leans back in her chair. "Go on, I guess. I have a feeling you've thought this through." I nod, I very sure did. Three times.
"Three. He's an extrovert and I'm clearly an introvert. What if he drags me to thousand parties? I'm not good with people, Mom." She nods. "I'm gonna give you this one. That's a good reasons. but sill, communicate with him."
Yeah, no.
"And what is he with a guy like me? I'm useless, Mom. I don't bring anything in and I have no opinion. I'm a follower."
She purses her lips in disapproval. She senses I'm done and sits up. "Alright. Those are not many reasons, so this will be over soon. First of all, we need a plan. You answer the questions and I think, okay?"
I nod, confused. What is she doing?
"First, are we sure he's gay, or at least bi?" I nod, hesitantly. "He flirted with me. Called me love." She rolls her eyes. "Serious, Dylan, how are you still doubting? But alright, we'll get there."
I shrug. "Second question is answered," she mumbles and writes something down. I widen my eyes again. "What are you—" "Why do you worry about his friend? It's not them you're dating," she states.
Ugh. This is worse than hell.
"Because if they don't like me, they'll talk him over and we'll break up eventually," I shrug. She groans. "Dylan. First of all, who says they don't like you? Second, if he believes them after they said that, he's not worth you. Nope."
I open my mouth to protest, but she shakes her head. "I don't know they guy, but he should not let you go just because his friends says so."
"I didn't say he would, it was hypothetical," I lie. She scoffs. "Sure. Show me a picture of him." I pull out my phone and scroll through his Instagram, pictures I've seen too much.
I find one where he's smiling cutely and show her. Her eyebrows raise and she looks at me, smiling. I smile too. "He is definitely a pretty boy."
I nod. He so is.
While we fill our dinner with stalking Dallas' Instagram and swooning over him. I just get a text when I finish my food.
Unknown: Hey, this is Dallas. Are you free to talk?
My eyes widen. Mom grins at me. "Go upstairs, honey. I'll clean up here." I do just that.
