I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 14: Feel The Beat

As I walked back up the stairs, I tried to push the tension from my parents and grandparents out of my head. Not seeing my mom and dad in the morning made it difficult for me, but having them there made it difficult for Gran and Gramps. For some reason, there was always a strain on their relationship. Because of that, I hurriedly finished my breakfast and left the table without saying a word. They hadn't said a word of my tattoo, which meant one of two things, I hid it pretty well or they were too busy with their own feud to notice. Either way I was happy with the outcome.

Shutting the door behind me, I let out a weary breath and shook my head. I was about to head into the bathroom and take a shower when a gentle knocking came from my window. I glanced at myself in the mirror then went to push away the curtains. Behind the glass, Dylan was standing there with a bright smile on his face. He wore the same baseball outfit he had on the other day, and was sweating just as much.

"How was the anniversary?" I asked as I leaned on the window sill.

His palms rested beside beside mine as he moved closer, the transparent barrier no longer between us. "Pretty boring."

"Really?" I smiled back. "And I thought that a 50th anniversary would have a kick ass party!" My voice filled with sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes at me, to which I tried to push his face away with my hand. "Woah." Before I could reach him, his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it out under the sunlight. "Did you—"

"Yeah." I pulled my hand back and covered the tattoo.

He stared at me as I ducked my head back into my bedroom and stood there awkwardly. "Why do you look so embarrassed?"

"I wasn't really thinking when I got it." I shrugged. "It's really obvious and I don't have a good way of explaining it."

As he bent forward into my room, he smiled up at me looking proud. "The only explanation you need is that you did it for your brother. That's the best one anyone could think of." He dropped his gaze as he thought to himself, then brought his eyes back to mine. "Besides, it looks cool."

"Thanks." I smiled at him as my heart went nuts.

"Can I see it?" He held out his hand as I offered him my wrist.

He ran a finger over it, making me flinch in pain. "Ah!"

"Does it still hurt?" I nodded in response.

I watched him as his eyes gazed at the image on my wrist. The lump in his throat bobbed as he swallowed. He brought his lips closer to my wrist, feeling the warmth of his body. The blood rushed through me as he kissed the wounded area. It hurt so bad but I didn't want him to pull away. I stood there, taking the pain as I enjoyed the sensation of his soft touch.

"Sorry." He bowed his head as he gave me back my hand. "So, what's for today?"

My eyes fluttered at his bashful smile. "I-I haven't opened it yet."

He smiled at me with his eyebrows furrowed together. "Don't you think you should go check it then?"

"Y-Yeah." I knew the words I wanted to say but they came out in a mess. "I'm gonna.. I'll jus— I'll just check n— Yeah." I hung my head in shame as I walked towards the box under my desk.

My fingers gripped onto the envelope and I pulled it out, still feeling Dylan's eyes one me. "Go ahead." He smiled.

"If it's something else that's painful, I'm gonna kill him." I teased as I sat down on the edge of my bed.

'Lilah,

Being my little sister, you should know my favourite band. Mostly because I woke you up so many times because I was blasting their music on my speakers. But no matter how many times you screamed at me for it, even you enjoyed their music. You always try to deny it but I've caught you mouthing the lyrics more than a couple times.
The Doubt is scheduled to have a concert here in a few weeks and I'm dying to go, but because things happened the way they did, I can't make it.
Inside the envelope is a front row ticket I got for me, but it would make me so much happier if you went in my place. I hope you can make it.