Relationships have always terrified me. Whenever things get bad, I run. But I can't do that with Dylan, cause he's, well... He's Dylan! He's different.
*2 years ago*
Dylan and I are driving to NYU from the airport. Why NYU? For college!!! We are chatting and belting out songs and having fun, as usual.
"Care-Bear....?" Dylan says
"Yeah?"
"What would you say if I told you we were gonna be roommates?" He asks nonchalantly.
"I would say you're fuckin' crazy, the school will never allow that."
"You're right... Too bad I rented an apartment 10 minutes from campus for us..." He shrugs.
"Holy shit, really?!" I yell.
"Yup!" He smiles triumphantly.
"OHMIGOD YAY!" I squeal. I can't resist leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek.
"You know what living together means?" He mumbles, eyes still on the road. "Sex. All the time." I laugh and smack his shoulder.
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His first time and my first time with him happened last year. I wanted to do it as soon as we got together, but he wanted to wait. He wanted it to be different with him, he wanted it to be special. It was perfect. We didn't exactly plan it, but it was perfect. I enjoyed it and, obviously, he did too. Since then we have done it a few more times. But not as much as he would like. And if I'm being honest, not as much as I would like...
We pull into their apartment parking lot. Our apartment. I like it. We unpack and then decide to binge watch The Twilight Zone. Love that show. I fall asleep in the arms of an amazing guy, in our new home.
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When It All Comes Crashing Down
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