He's kissing me.. Dylan.. and I... i... I don't want it to stop. I really really like this.. He pulls back and looks at me. I stare at him still a bit in shock, expression blank. He looks at me and starts to back away. "Dylan.." I say quietly, my voice squeaks, which I hate.
He looks up, "yea?" He says so incredibly silent I barely heard it.
"C-" I choke a bit... "can y-.. um well uh I- never mind.. i- um I'm ganna go sleep downstairs.." I left the room without looking at him.
I went down stairs-very confused, got a blanket and attempted to sleep on the coach...
In the morning, after a very small amount of actual sleep, I decided it might be best. And less akward if I just head home... my thoughts go through last night's conversation, 'let's talk about it' ya that went well.
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((Sorry I know it's real short))
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Dylan..he's just my bff..right?
Roman d'amourIts Junior year.. I'm nervous just like everyone else.. I've got my best friend Dylan to help me survive though so I know it'll be ok! Well that was all true tell he started acting weird... My thoughts are so unclear he's my bff I can't.. I can't...
