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

5. Confusion

Dylan never showed up this morning to pick me up for school. I waited.. and waited. I called and texted. I was worried... extremely worried.. I started overthinking everything Saturday when I went home. I cried and had a panic attack over it, I was overthinking all day Sunday too and yet again while I walked to school. What if he hates me for leaving?  What if he never speaks to me? What if, what if, what if... then when I finally got to school I felt like crying. We hadn't spoken all weekend... which I guess might have been my fault... I'm the one who left.. I'm the one who stopped the communication... I'm the one who- the bell rings breaking me out of my thoughts..

Dylan isn't in class either.. I decided to text him again..

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

**hey...**
**Dylan please...**
**We need to talk, please**

Dylan didn't respond.. nearly 35 minutes later Dylan walks through the class room doors. He doesn't look at me or give me a sighn that he's alright... he walks straight passed me, moved his chair as far from me as possible and sat down. We share a table so it really wasn't too far but still, away.. he was wearing all black, black sweatpants and a black Sweatshirt. His hair is greasy and his head is down with his earbuds in. Is he depressed? No! No! I- ughhh I think to myself.. I don't want him to be this way...I don't us to be this way..

I write something in my notebook and tear it out.. quietly so nobody looks.. I slide it across the table to Dylan. He looked at it and blew it over the edge.. without reading it. I looked at him in surprise. My mouth barely open. He rolled his eyes and picked it up, he read it and looked at me. I gave a tiny smile-when the teacher says "Layla! Are you paying attention?"

"Uh yes Sir! Sorry, please continue!" My cheeks flush red slightly.
Dylan wrote me a note back.... surprised I read it.. it said..

'Layla, your request to talk is fine.. does 8 work tonight? Your house... my parents get back tonight..'

I looked at him and nodded...
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Once school gets over I walk home.. again. Dylan's car was gone when school ended... he must of left early...
But that doesn't really matter, what matters is what I'm going to say later tonight. I genuinely have no clue.. I just hope he shows up...

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A few hours later Dylan shows up at my house. We are forced upstairs by my parents who want to be left alone. We head into my room. I stand next to my door and he heads over and sits on the edge of my bed facing me. "What do you want to talk about.." He asks.

"What do you mean?" I say confused.

"I mean clearly you and I don't feel the same so we forget it ever happened and move on." He sounds so mad.

"Dylan!" I yell by accident. I startled him a little bit. He blinks blankly at me for a second. "Stop! Your angry ok! That's fine! But please don't ghost me!" I say still partially yelling.

"Why!" He shouts back at me "I opened up Friday night! I told you how I felt!" He says still shouting. He took a breath and said in a normal voice. "I was vulnerable, we kissed," he said smiling. "and then you left.. you just left.. and in the morning you were gone. Again!" He says getting a tad bit louder.

"I know, I know.." I say softly. "I've replayed and rethought thousands of senerios I could have and should have done.. I've cried and panicked over what I should have done!"

"You've cried...?"

"..yeah..." I say real soft. He got up and walked over to me. He then hugged me which made me want to cry some more..

"I don't want you to cry, I never want you to cry, ever, especially because of something stupid I did." He said as he went back to where he was sitting.

I looked at him. "Do you think it was stupid?" He looked really confused.

"I think everything that makes you cry Is stupid." He said chuckling a tiny bit.

"No, be serious. Do you think us kissing.. was stupid..?" I ask again.

"Kinda.. I mean all it did was ruin our friend ship more.. and I can't lose you." He said kind of shyly.

I feel kind of hurt for some reason...
Then that really random confidence appeared again out of the blue. I walked over to him and moved his legs enough for me to sit on him. I'm facing him. He looks at me in utter shock and confusion. "Wh-what are you doing??" He asked.. "I don't think it was stupid.. I.. I didnt... hate it.. sooo do it," I pause. "again." I said as I breathed out. As soon as I got done saying it I started to panic as my confidence faded. Dylan started smiling though. He leaned in and nudged my nose with his nose. He put one arm around my lower waist and the other around my middle back area. He slid me closer against him as he looked from my eyes to my lips. He leaned in slowly and kissed me gently. He held it for a short amount of time before he pulled back and looked at me. I smiled at him. He smiled with pure joy back at me. I leaned in and kissed him right then and there.
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