Dylan ☓ me

at the game into the next day

I was in the stands with Amber , we were talking about Dylan, and I was red the whole time we were talking about Dylan . she asked. "What's wrong with you? "

" Nothing,  why ?" I said                          

"Because you're red as a tomato . " she said

"I'll be alright, don't worry. " I said

we kept talking about Dylan. their parents didn't come to watch their own son play football. their parents knew Amber had to take halfway home .we had Dylan in the car with us. amber told Dylan what we were talking about. she told him about me turning red in the face when we were talking about him . I told amber "shut the fuck up . "

Dylan said "so why did you turn red ? "    

" I don't know. " I said  

" Because she likes you . " Amber
said
I stuck my arm out and hit her
and she hit me right back, too .
then we rode in the car for the rest of the time without talking. we finally started talking.then, when we met my mom, Dylan asked if he could spend the night with us.  my mom said yes . the rest of the night, we were in my room he slept with me in my bed , he just laid on top of me( we didn't do anything) .
I woke up, and my father was standing right over us , and he hit Dylan as hard as he could on Dylans back. Dylan woke up as quickly as he could and nocked the sh!t out of my dad. Dylan won the fight between the two .at the point I was in the corner of my bed, not trying to get hit. Dylan hit my dad one more time, and my dad was on the ground . then Dylan turned around to face me , and then he climbed on the bed with me ,sat next to me, and put his arm around me . " Are you ok." I said

" I'm alright, don't worry about me , the question is, are you ok ? " He said

" yea I guess little shakey, that's it." I said   

" That's what matters if you're ok or not . " He said
I  didn't say anything because I got really flustered when he said that.  then my mom came in and said, "What in the hell happened in here ? " My mom said

"dad started a fight with Dylan, and Dylan won." I said

" Well are you ok Dylan? "My mom said

"I'm ok, don't worry. " He said

then Dylan had his legs spread open, and then he was patting for me to lay or sit on his lap. " You want me to lay on your lap, Dylan? " I said

he nodded his head yes, so I did , then how I was I could feel it . we started staying at each other's houses more and more often.