Our Chemistry

Chapter 17

The next day, I'd honestly felt a lot better. Maybe cause of my talk with Tyler last night. Or maybe because it was Saturday, and I wouldn't see Dylan.
Or maybe a combination of both.

After I sat up in my bed, I looked at the clock. It was 11:34.
I decided that I was going to have a good day. It was time I'd stopped moping around. The first thing I would do is put on a good outfit, then try a new coffee shop, and then go thrift shopping. I wanted to do the things I loved.

I went to a cafe, and I tried a hazelnut latte with oatmilk.
I thrifted a new crewneck that was navy blue and read "Portland" with a bunch of bridges surrounding it.

When I got home, I was happy to see that Lilly was taking care of Elle, while my mom was sleeping, I wanted the house to myself.

I changed into boxers and a hoodie. I wrapped myself in my comforters. They were so comfortable and warm.
It was dark now, and my lamp lit up my room perfectly.

I'd had a good day, but at the end of the day, I was still alone. Even if I tried to block him out of my head.
Ugh.

I grabbed my phone and connected it to my speaker.
I put on "Love Is Pain" by Finneas.
I stared at the ceiling while listening to the lyrics. I hated that I related to them.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the front door. I paused my music, mentally preparing myself to get yelled at by my neighbors for the loud music.

I opened the door.

But it wasn't my neighbors. It was Dylan. He stared at me. He looked as tired as I did.

"Dylan?" I asked.