No Time Like Goodbye

Chapter 7- Hazel

Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder how the six of us had ever become friends. We were all so very different, yet somehow we had all made our chaotic, clashing personalities mesh pracefully. Most of the time, anyway.

Fahari and Ryan spent most of the duration of the movie whispering and kissing, occasionally giggling about whatever they were talking about. Sometimes they were so cute it was disgusting. I swear, one if these days they may actually kill me with how mushy they are.

Lachlan and Alayna made out for the majority of the time, until she took his hand and drug him upstairs. I don't even want to know what they were doing, but Dylan just told them not to have sex on his bed. Those two were horny bunnies most of the time, and I really can't see what they like so much about... that. Just, no. Ew.

As for Dylan and I, we just, sat there. That's it. We watched the movie, sang along to the songs, and laughed at the jokes. Nothing else happened between us. We always had this weird connection where we never had to say anything for the other to know what we were thinking. For three movies straight we just sat there.

Eventually Ryan took the sleeping Fahari home- she had fallen asleep halfway through Hercules-, and Lachlan and Alayna were still off somewhere defiling each other.

Then, with a slow, thoughtful motion, Dylan turned to me. He seemed almost nervous about whatever he was going to say, I realized.

What could make Dylan Nightly nervous? I thought to myself, watching him curiously. But I didn't speak, letting him tell me whatever it was he wanted to tell me all of the sudden.

"Hazel," He says softly, starting to say something before seeming to rethink what he was going to say. His eyes shone with something sincere and thoughtful, as though whatever he was about to say was extremely important, but he couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Dylan?" I finally said, after he had stayed silent for several long moments. "What is it?"

"I..." He trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, as though deciding against whatever he was going to say. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go get some pizza or something. I'm starving."

"Um, yeah, sure, sounds like fun," I replied, flustered. I hadn't been expecting that. What I was expecting, I have no idea. But it wasn't that.

He grinned, the smile seeming almost forced for once, and stood, dragging me up with him. His hand fit into mine as he pulled me to my feet rather unceremoniously, pulling on a pair of shoes hurriedly.

"Let's go!" He walks out the door and to his car, glancing back at me. His blonde hair shone in the sunlight as he stood, waiting on me.

I stood in the doorway of his house, frowning.

What had he been about to say? Why had he been so nervous?