Our Chemistry

Chapter 12

I woke up. I turned over to see Dylan.

My eyes widened. How could I have forgotten?

I took a second to stare at him. He was passed out. He looked so cute. His hair was messy, and my oversized grey hoodie fit him perfectly.

I carefully got up, trying my best to not wake him up. I grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom. I went back to my room to find Dylan rubbing his eyes.

"Morning," I said. He looked at me surprised.

"Oliver?" He asked.

"Dylan?" I mocked him.

"Very funny," he said, "How did I get here?"

"Nate's party didn't go too well last night and you called me, so I picked you up," I said casually.

"Woah," he said, "Don't remember calling you,"

"You were about to pass out on Nate's lawn," I said.

He laughed and then winced.
"God, I feel gross," he said.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"The trash cans there if you need it. Also the water, but drink it slowly," I said.

"Thanks," he said.

I looked at my phone.

"Do you mind taking me home?" He asked.

"Of course," I said.

He started sitting up and then turned pale.
I instinctively ran over to him and grabbed the trash can. I put my hand on his back.
We sat there for a second, Dylan catching his breath.

"False alarm," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked, "You okay now?"

I was still really close to him. His glistening eyes looked up at me, "All good," he looked down.

Then I realized my hand was still on his back. I quickly took my hand off and stood up. I grabbed my keys off my dresser.

"Don't yack in my car," I said, pointing at him, "Do it now if you have to,"

He flipped me off. I laughed.

"Let's go," I said.

He got up and we went downstairs to find my mom awake in the kitchen. I forgot it was her day off, and she was cooking breakfast.

"Dylan! You slept here?" She asked, clearly confused. She looked at me, and I shrugged, pretending as if I didn't know anything.

"Uh yeah," he said, embarrassed about his clear hangover.

"Rough night for him," I said, grabbing the toast on the counter, "Want some?" I asked Dylan.

He scrunched his nose and shook his head.

"Right. Probably not in the mood for it," I teased.

My mom smiled, which surprised me. I'd thought she would've gotten mad at me, but she's been surprising me lately.

He quickly flipped me off before my mom could see. We smiled at each other.

"What are you boys up to today?" My mom asked us.

"Not sure yet," I said.

"Probably sleeping," Dylan replied, making my mom laugh.

"We better go," I said.

"It's nice to see you again Dylan!" My mom yelled as we walked to the front door.

I drove Dylan home. When I pulled up to his house he said, "Thanks again. It means a lot,"

"Of course. I'll see you at school tomorrow," I said.

He waved bye, and I watched him walk into his house before I left.