Left Behind (Completed) *editing*

Chapter Fifteen

"Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water..."

"And I think of all the things of the things, what you're doing... And in my head I paint a picture..."

"Since I've come on home, my whole body's been a mess. And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress. Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of meee,"

"Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie! Valerieee..."

I woke up to this on the morning of my 17th birthday. I sat up, thoroughly exhausted and perplexed to find Dylan sitting on the far side of my bed across from me. He was simultaneously playing the guitar and serenading me.

I felt my face grow hot, turning a slight shade of red as he sung to me. This was mildly embarrassing but I was flattered at the same time. I laughed audibly. I didn't know he could sing! He was really good. This boy was full of surprises. He wrapped up his song and set the guitar down, smirking.

"Happy birthday beautiful," he uttered. He beamed with pride, obviously thinking he was pretty clever.

"Thank you... That was great. I didn't know you were that talented," I complimented him.

"I have many talents," he said. He perked up one eyebrow while smiling. "I learned to play that after you made me listen to that god awful Amy Winehouse CD."

"Very impressive," I mused. He rose to his feet and put his guitar back in the case. He walked over to the table against the way before retreating back to me.

"Coffee just the way you like it. Decaf though!" He offered me.

"Awe, decaf," I groaned. I took a sip anyway. I enjoyed the taste of coffee but I was sorely missing it's caffeine benefits. Dylan smirked, standing with one hand behind his back.

"What?" I asked, scrunching my nose. He pulled his hand from behind his back revealing two small boxes that he had clearly attempted to wrap himself. One of the boxes was very small in size, the other was thin but long.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"You have to open them to see. Start with this one," he said excitedly, handing over the larger box.

"You shouldn't of got me anything. That wasn't necessary," I insisted, frowning slightly.

"Shut up and open it," Dylan retorted with a gorgeous smile. I felt guilty somehow that he had put so much effort into making today special. He had done enough just by learning that song. No one had ever sung to me. It was romantic that he had done that for me. I pulled the wrapper off, revealing the box.

"No! This is too much," I said, shoving the box back towards him. It was a freaking iPhone 5. He pushed it back to me, smirking.

"It's not entirely a selfless gift. Just take it. I want to be able to reach you wherever you are with the click of a button. I can't do that because you don't have a phone," he explained.

"This is a really expensive phone," I told him with a frown.

"We'll be able to FaceTime when I go back to school," he said convincingly.

I sighed and opened the box. He reached his hand out and stopped me.

"I have a cover and protective screen for it, clumsy. We'll set it up later. Open the other box," he said, grinning.

"This was already too much. I don't want to open the other box. I feel bad," I told him.

"What girl doesn't love someone buying her stuff?" He asked, giving me a strange look. I felt suddenly suspicious of his motives.