Disappeared [ Dylan Sprayberry Fanfic ]

Chapter 1

Dylan's POV
"Come on Romeo, don't wanna be late for school do you?" Crystal's familiar, vexatious tone slipped its way into my dreamless sleep--followed by several pounds on the door. Instantly, i rolled my eyes at the obnoxious nickname she imposed on me since the 'big relationship reveal'
I groaned only loud enough for her to know I was conscious.
"15 minutes! Mom wants you downstairs!" She slammed her fist against the door one more time, like usual. That door had more than its fair share of beatings over the years.  I waited until her receding footsteps thumped off out of ear shot.

I struggled in the tangle of blankets around my legs, eventually causing myself to tumble off of my bed. The jungle of sheets, blankets, and a certain girl's forgotten hoodie followed me to the floor. I unsnarled my foot from the comforter and kicked it away, free as a bird. I scrambled to my feet, and scanned my room. I half expected for Bridget to be curled up in the corner sound asleep--but i knew better. Even so, I kept my bedroom window open.
I sighed and stumbled into the bathroom. Peering into the mirror, I saw myself staring back at me. They say love changes you, I think I could be the one to vouch for that.

Things were changing. I could feel it in my heart, my bones.  My feelings for Bridget weren't so innocent  anymore--they never were. The thin line between want and need were intermingling, getting all mixed up--tripping over themselves in between reason and insanity. Now, one thought of her would bring on an avalanche of reasons why. My head gets so filled with thoughts of her, I feel like floating away. I didn't know what I'd do if I let myself slip. Let myself float off like I wanted too. I shook my head. I was drifting. I stripped down to my boxers, and pulled on the standard; a black T-shirt, jeans, and combat boots.
Restraining yourself isn't as easy as it sounds.

I thundered down the stairs, and slid into my chair at the kitchen table.
"Why are you so happy?" Crystal  questioned, voice high in mock-curiosity. I ignored her, throwing my hair back from my face, and looking over my plate. About a dozen pieces of bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, blue berry pancakes, tied altogether with a cup of freshly brewed orange juice. Add that to one of the many reasons why I love my mother.
I piled the eggs and bacon onto my pancakes, folded it over, and crammed it into my mouth--all while listening to Crystal's rant about the local grocery store not having her choice of coral colored lip gloss in stock.
"Slow down bottomless pit, what's the hurry? You still have a rough 10-15 minutes left." My mother was all smiles, not to clingy, and not to far away. Just the way she'd always been.
"Probably going to go pick up Bridget, so they can make out on his motorcycle or something." Crystal glared at me, while sucking the syrup off of her fingers. She'd since let up enough about my new found relationship to joke about it, but she still wasn't happy.
"Jealous, little sister? I know you want to spend all the time you can with your dashing older sibling, but I have to--"
Crystal shoved a piece of bacon into my mouth, interrupting my speech of triumph. She stood up briskly as I swallowed, and sent me another not-so menacing look.
"No fighting at the table." My mom lectured, though she didn't mean it--no amount of motherly preaching could keep Crystal and I from trying to tare each other apart. But that was how we all liked it. It wouldn't be normal of we weren't.

I watched my mom turn towards my step dad as he walks in, newspaper in hand, dressed to impress.
"Morning Gale, interview today or are you just feeling lucky?" I asked, sliding my plate into the soapy dish water.
"Morning Dylan, good night's sleep or is Bridget coming over this afternoon?" Gale mocked my uncharacteristically happy tone, and slammed a huge hand on my shoulder. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and met his eyes. I admit I was a little eager to get to school.
"Its not that obvious." I growled, ignoring the fire burning across my skin. 
"Um yeah, it is. It hasn't been 48 hours and you're practically jumping off the walls." Crystal grumbled from her spot over by the sink. I pretended to laugh, then flipped her off.
"Hey," Gale bent my trusty finger in the wrong direction,
"None of that in the kitchen."
I  pulled my hand away,
"yeah, yeah. Bye mom--" I kissed her cheek, waved, and bolted for the front door. I whipped the door open and a blast of eerily cold wind shoved me back into the house.
"What an unusual cold front," Crystal popped up beside me, sticking her brunette head out the door.
"You know what they say--" She parroted as I followed her down the steps.
"Indulge me." I laughed, I couldn't help but coax her odd superstitions.
"Cold wind on a summer day calls for a bad omen." Crystal winked at me, before heaving herself into her truck. I walked over to my motorcycle and slid my fingers over the new-looking bright red paint.