Dylan..he's just my bff..right?

2. Happy accidents?

It's now officially been two very long, very boring weeks of school. Everyday after school Dylan drives me to my work and then sits and waits tell I get off.

I work at a small local coffee and bakery shop called Bluebird Cafe. My boss is super nice and doesn't really care that Dylan's there or that I'm always talking to him. She always says "as long as all the work gets done and no customers are ignored then I really don't care." But she always says it with her big cheerful, contagious smile.

After work Dylan drives us to my house, where we do homework for ages up on ages. Then after that he either chooses to stay for dinner or he heads home for dinner, most of the time he stays. Tonight though he went home for dinner, I guess his mom wanted him home. We said goodbye and he left. I sit down with my family at our kitchen table and we chat about our days while enjoying or delicious dinner. Eventually I go to bed, well not really bed more like up to my room to chill until I pass out...

I'm laying on my bed almost asleep when my phone °buzz° es. I click on the notification, it's from Dylan.

(*From: Dylan*
**To: Dylan**)

*Hey.... my parents are fighting big time.. mind if I crash at your tonight?

**ya for sure your always welcome, sorry about your parents...

*Thanks be there in 5

**mmkay

I shoot my mom a quick text, just telling Dylan is crashing here tonight. She knows why, this happens a lot... Both my parents are completely cool with it.

I get up, go downstairs and wait for Dylan's soft knock.
A few minutes later, Dylan knocks so delicately on the door. I let him in, smile, and head back up to my room. He chooses where he wants to sleep. Sometimes it's on the couch but most of the time is on my carpet in my room with a couple blankets. He says it's "warmer upstairs." I don't really care right now where he sleeps I just want to go to bed. He chooses the carpet in my room. When we finally get settled it's about 1:47 in the morning. "Goodnight" I say tiredly. "Goodnight Layla." He answers. It's then quiet for a bit. "Hey Dylan..."

"Yes Layla?"

"Why do you say my name after everything you say?"

"Because a pretty name should be said more often..."

Silence.. I think I'm blushing... ew no its Dylan... but it's not like he can't say something nice.... right?... but why and I blushing!?!?!? And why am I smiling so much!?!?!? I mean it's not like it isn't nice when he says my name.. it is quite nice.. ew no stop it Layla!!!!!!!!

"Layla.." He says gently, disturbing all my thoughts.

"Yes...?" I say in almost a whisper.

"I didn't mean to-"

I cut him off "it's ok" I can here is blankets moving, then in the pitch blackness I feel him hug me... he begins to climb onto my bed, forcing me to scoot closer to the middle of the bed and face upwards. He's sitting on me.. I freeze, blushing, my heart starts to race.. he whispers lightly "no its not ok, I didnt mean to make you-" He stops...

"What.." I whisper.
"I- um..." He struggles " I'm sorry I don't know what got into me..." He starts shifting to move off of me. Not thinking I grab his arm, accidently making him fall over a bit.. he's close to my face now... yet it forced him to stay. "What where you trying to say..." I say slowly and gently. He studders "um i-i- I don't know." I can feel his warm breath on my face.. I take the bold move..still not thinking, just doing... In one incredibly quick move I flip us over.. as he lands on his back the fainest "oh my go-" comes whispering out of him.. I'm sitting on him now. I lean down a bit so he can feel my breath.. "do you remember yet?" His breath is shaky. I can feel his heart racing. I smile. I then realize what I've done, and that he's not moving, I promptly lose all of my confidence... I get off him and decide to lay down on the other side of the bed. Second guessing everything.. a few seconds later he moves over to my side and puts one of his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him. I smiled..

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I fell asleep.... I didn't mean to... but when I woke up I was facing him, my head was against his chest. His head resting on top of mine. I can feel his breath on top of my head. And there's that feeling again...it's simular to butterflys in my stomach.. He starts to move and wake up. I freeze.. I don't know what to do! Do I smile? Rollover? Shove him away? Pull him closer? I don't know what's going on!

He gets up, brushes his hand over my forehead, moving a couple hairs behind my ear. He whispers "Layla.. are you awake?" He pauses.. I stay silent and still frozen. "I hate you." He whispers.. then he chuckles softly.. "not really just testing if you're awake.. why am I explaining this to a sleeping girl who can't even hear me!" He laughs ever so quietly again. "Even if that girl is my favorite person in the world." He grabs is things and leaves my room.

I roll over, now in the middle of my bed completely freaking out.. my mind is screaming AHHHHHHHHHHH!! My heart is saying get up and get him! But the rest of me says woah.. do.. are you.. falling for Dylan....? And looking back he keeps doing little things and saying small details...is he? Does he? Like me? How long has this...? I start spiraling... I sit up I'm my bed, tell my brain to shut up and just focus on right now.. for now at least...