Another Bad Boy Story

Chapter 15- home

Dylan did the same thing as he did every time we slept by each other. He woke up sweating and trying to catch his breath.

He thought I was asleep. I wasn't. I heard everything that happened. I don't know what the dream was about but I know it wasn't good.

I could hear him sniffle. And I think he was crying. I want to comfort him but I don't know if I should. I'm such a wuss.

I never expected the Dylan Evans to be crying, but he is.

It hurts me to hear him cry. It makes me want to just cuddle up against him and cry with him. I hate seeing people cry.

I just lay there and I listen to him cry. And I wonder what his dream was about.

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After last night I could not go back to sleep. So I just sat their and stared at the ceiling while Dylan was asleep again.

It took about two hours for him to fall back asleep.

I didn't say a word to him during that time. I just pretended to be asleep.

I know it's cruel but I didn't know what else to do.

So at about 7:00am I decided to get up and take a shower.

I grabbed some clothes from my suit case and went to the bathroom to shower.

Before I got into the shower I put on some music so I can just sing and no one will care because they are all asleep.

When I got in the shower all my questions wash away and I just sing my heart out.

I sing the song 'stay' by Rihanna.

My friends are always saying that I could be the next Christina Aguilera. Ha! Hell no! That girl can is the best singer their is in the world.

After about thirty minutes of in the shower I decide to get out.

I get dressed into some dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and I take my pajamas and go to my room to pack up.

When I get in the room Dylan is still asleep. I smile at how peaceful he looks.

I don't know how long I stood there just staring at him but then I realized that I look like a stalker.

I mean I am staring at him while he's sleeping. How is that not being a stalker?

I go over to my suit case and start packing all of my stuff in it.

It really didn't take long since I kept most of my clothes in the suit case.

I really don't know what else to do.

I guess I could read.

I get on my phone and start reading a book called legend by Marie Lu.

Marie Lu is the greatest author of all times like seriously.

I have read the legend series about two times.

This is my third time.

I just can't help it. She is just such a good writer.

I don't really know where else to sit so I just climb back into the bed.

By the time it's 8:00am I'm still reading and Dylan is still asleep.

Then suddenly I feel a arm reach across me.

I can feel my heart beating ten times faster than normal.

I try to keep reading but Dylan's arm is distracting me.

Why does this ass wag always distract me from things? Like what the fuck?