The Boy in the Park

Chapter 14

AUTHOR'S NOTE

ahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. oopsies I just realized I had this chapter half written for like.... a couple of months now so I finished it up for ya guys. All 3 of you.

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"It's okay. I'll teach you." I said. I expertly glided over to him. "You look like you know what you're doing." He commented. 

"I went through a phase where I wanted to be a hockey player. I know ice skating isn't really the same as rollerblading, but it's easy enough to pick up, if you know the general motion. If you want to learn, you should hold on to the side for now, until you get the hang of it." Dylan slowly inched forward, holding onto the side for dear life.

 I accompanied him for a while, but then got kind of bored. I hadn't gone skating or rollerblading for a while, so I went slow at first, and then faster and I gained confidence. I started skating backwards, and did a couple of spins. I knew I was kind of showing off, but hey, I'm not talented at a lot, so give me a break. I skated back to Dylan, and his mouth was open. 

"That was pretty awesome." He said. "It's not that cool. So," I said, changing the subject. "Do you think you're ready to let go of the side?" He nodded. "I think I'm ready." 

He let go, and I let him use me for support. "It can't be that hard, right? I mean, I play soccer and that's pretty hard. I-" 

Just as he said that, he fell flat on his face again. I tried to resist laughing. "It's okay. Next time, hold onto me more. I'll show you what to do." He got up, and we tried again. Slowly, he got the hang of it. He was pretty much ready to be on his own, when he fell down again. This time, he accidentally put a bit of pressure on my shoulder. 

 "Owwwwww!" I screamed. The injury from falling off the patio hadn't healed. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry Sienna!" Dylan took off the rollerblades, and stood up. We went to sit on the bench. "I'm fine. It wasn't even your fault. It just kind of hurts from when I fell off the patio." I reassured Dylan that it wasn't his fault, but he still looked concerned. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?" "Well, if you happen to know any hot male models willing to massage my shoulder, that would be great." I said, jokingly. "I'm not a hot male model, but I could try?" He offered. His eyes were dark again, and we were having intense eye contact. I was getting kind of distracted, so I didn't watch what I said next. 

"Trust me, you could be a male model." I said, my voice barely a whisper. He gently placed his hands onto my shoulders and started massaging them. Wow, that felt really good. I felt his lips on my ear. "Is that okay?" He asked, his voice husky. "It's amazing." I said, my breathing irregular. If I wanted to, I could turn around and we could be kissing. I tried to resist the urge to do that, but after what had happened earlier today, I wasn't sure if I could. I felt his strong hands work away at the knots in my shoulders, and I relaxed into him. It felt so good that I let out a small moan. I heard his sharp intake of breath as what I had just done processed in his mind. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Had I really just moaned? I couldn't believe it. 

 "Maybe I should be a professional masseuse. You know, after I walk a couple of runways and make the cover of Vogue." Dylan joked. I knew he was trying to break up the tension in the air, but what he didn't realize was that joking around like that only made it worse for me. The way his eyes filled with warmth, the corners of his lips turned up, and his fricken dimples showed up only contributed to the increase of my heartbeat. I gently licked my lips, and nervously picked at the sleeve of my hoodie

. "Thanks. I feel much better now." I said, my voice coming out less composed that I would have liked. I could feel him gently steady me as he gave me his hand to grab, leading me back to the rink. I liked the feeling of his hand on mine, helping me along.

 From there, we had a blast. Dylan was still really shaky at skating, but I'd like to think he was a little bit better after I shared my expertise. What I really liked was how comfortable we were around each other. Whenever conversation broke to give way to silence, it was never awkward. We were just comfortable being with each other. It was almost surreal. I was with my dream guy, having a dream date. Since it was after midnight, no one else was there, and that only contributed to the dreamlike feeling. 

Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was the early hours of the morning. "As much as I hate to say it. I think I need to get going though. This was the most fun I've had in a while." I said. I meant it. "Oh shit! I guess I lost track of time. It's 4 AM!" He said, glancing at his phone. The light from the screen illuminated the sculpted planes of his face.

 The drive back was uneventful, and I almost fell asleep. Despite how happy I was feeling, I was also extremely exhausted. I'd like to blame the exhaustion for what I did next. We were pulled up a block away from my house, and Dylan was basically dragging my unconscious body back to the house. The sky was pitch black, but the brightness of the streetlights didn't make it seem so dark. When we got to the area where I had fallen down from the patio, I felt his arms around my torso. 

"I'll lift you up a bit so you can climb up" He said, effortlessly lifting me off the ground in a single swoop. Unfortunately, Dylan had forgotten how ticklish I was in that particular area. My laughter was probably heard all down the street, and along with my squirming, he was forced to let go of me. I fell back to the ground softly. 

"Silly Dylan. You basically tazered me just now!" I said, giggling. I'm sure my hair was a mess, but I was too tired to care. I walked closer to him, felling the atmosphere change from playful to romantic. "Silly..... Dylan...." I said, gently cupping the back of his head. His eyes gazed intensely, and finally, after all of that built up tension, I kissed him.

On the cheek. It was just a small kiss, but my entire body was humming with electricity.

 I was sure my face was beet red, and Dylan's cheeks were a little bit flushed as well. Believe me, I wanted to jump him right then and there, but he stopped me. "Trust me, you're gonna need a lot more energy than you have right now for what I want to do to you." He said.I lightly swatted his shoulder. It was a struggle not to think about what he was talking about. "I'll give you a boost this time." He said.

This time, it actually worked, since my feet with shoes on weren't very ticklish. I got back up onto the patio, waved him goodbye, and entered the way I exited just hours earlier. As I changed into pyjamas, and fell into bed, the only thought I had was: "What a night".