Needy Lips

Dylan

You look like my next mistake

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My home has beautiful eyes
The cutest nose, the prettiest smile
My home likes starry nights
Is short in height and sometimes bites

My home has got a couple windows to my soul
My home somehow makes me feel so whole
My home feels like gold

My home won't ever be a place
My home has the most beautiful face

All credits to the song My Home by The Change

I wrote down the next words while singing and playing the guitar.

I had a sudden feeling to write down what came into my mind, but all I had in my mind is just him

He said he wants to have another lesson with me tomorrow after school. I agreed but am pretty nervous, just like other times

At least he can finally tell me what he said to Troy to make him not tell anyone about what he saw in my room on Wednesday

After he convinced Troy, he came into my room just to tell me everything is okay but he have to go down so no one will be suspicious

It's been almost a week since I last talked to him. I see him in school but we don't talk there because my brother can suspect something

The phone ringing made me shake out the possibilities of tomorrow's lesson

I looked at the display of my phone to see Dylan's ID with a photo of me and him from a few weeks back. We thought it would be good to make a photo of me and him eating his cookies

"Hey what's up," I said as soon as I picked it up

"Hey, how you doin'?" Dyl asked. There was something in his voice but I'm not quite sure what was it

"I'm doing pretty good, working on another song what about you" I lay on my bed with the guitar still on top of me.

"Yeah, I'm good too. Listen, do you have some plans for this Wednesday?" He cleared his throat while I played with the strings

"Nope, where are we going? Penn said she'd love to go to the fair on Long Beach"

"No, I meant. You and me, going out, alone, you know" I heard him clear his throat

Instantly, I throw myself into a sitting position glaring at the phone screen before putting it next to my ear

"Y-you mean like a date?" I nervously stuttered. No one ever asked me on a date. What should I say? What should I do? Do I want to go with him? I mean he's kind and cute, funny and attractive

"Yep, like a date" I swallowed the lump in my throat

"I um, okay" I took a deep breath. MY FRIEND JUST ASKED ME OUT!!!

"Great" I could see him smile on the phone even tho I can't see him "So I'll pick you up on Wednesday at six?"

"Six will be fine" I smiled into the phone

"Alright, see you on Monday," Dylan said sweetly

"Yeah, see ya," I said before hanging up

I slowly and carefully put the guitar on my bed before standing up and doing my happy dance. I screamed at the whole house, luckily no one is home right now. Dad is at work and Mike is with his friends somewhere