Assassin [dylmas]

3.

The midday approached all the clocks in the house and Dylan shivered, when he saw Thomas walking into the huge livingroom. The crystal chandelier above them was less posh then the boy, that was wearing his pijamas, and Dylan felt dizzy.

„Hi," Dylan rubbed his sweaty hands in his jeans.

He had dragged the boy out of the club last night and escorted him home, and to his bedroom. He got rid of both chicks that were ready to go with them.

„So you're the assassin?" asked Thomas and Dylan's mouth fell open.

„Who?. . . No I'm. . . your mother hired me to protect you," Dylan felt, that he's cheeks are burning.

Thomas eyed him up with the darkest eyes Dylan had ever seen, also the sexiest eyes he had ever seen.

„I... I'm Dylan," Dylan stretched his hand out and approached the boy.

But Thomas only turned around and left the room leaving Dylan in this awkward and uncomfortable position.

Dylan retured to the couch and tried to relax. He was just a bodyguard. Just a bodyguard.

How could he expect to be something more for this beautiful boy. Dylan trembyled, he never felt that much towards another person.

He started to get mad. How could the other just ignore him after what he did last night? After how he made him feel. He owned him something.

So Dylan jumped up and hurried to the marble hall.

„You know what, you can't just leave like that, I'm a person," Dylan stopped shocked.

Thomas was in the hall, but he wasn't alone.

A girl was tugged to his body and her hands were around his neck.

„Who are you?" asked Dylan and Thoams' lips formed into a hidden smile.

„I'm his girlfriend douchebag," the girl turned around and looked at Dylan with her lemon-green eyes.

She had fair red hair, that fell to her waist, and a horrible flowery dress Dylan assumed only five year old girls could wear.

When he glanced at her pink shoes he nearly commented on her loud.

„I'm Dylan not douchebag," he muttered.

„Her name's Jaquline, and she's my. . . probably still girlfriend," Thomas looked at Dylan.

And for a second Dylan felt they're alone in the room.

„You got some nerve," said Jaquline. "Good that you're handsome, otherwise I would be mad at you," she pressed her lips on Thomas' lips catching his attention.

„I'll wait in the other room," Dylan left the hall quickly.

He felt a burning ache in his insides, he wanted to scream and cry and bite, and he couldn't do anything.

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„I'm not gonna stand this job. Last night he was making out with two bitches and today he's licking with his „girlfriend"," Dylan was walking down a park road followed by Zero.

„Relax. You need to concentrate," Zero grabbed his arm and stopped him.

„I just wish he would see me," Dylan had tears in his eyes.

„Than try," Zero glanced at him.

„Try what?" Dylan looked confused.

„Try to get him," her eyebrows went up.

„How?" Dylan looked at her.

„Heve you ever. . ." she sighed. „Don't answer," she saw his glance. „Talk to him, become his friend, flirt, be around him, make him see that you care."

„I've never flirted in my life," Dylan's heart fell down.

„Be sweet, witty, nice, make eyeconntact, and touch him, not too much, but as much as can signalize that you want something more," she took his hand. „Just try."

„Thank you." Dylan shivered.

But he was close to breaking down again.

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Zero left home for a day and Dylan was stuck with Thomas. He remembered his conversation with Zero, but he was too scared to try. Yesterday Jaquline stayed in the villa for the night and Dylan didn't need to hear the moans and screams coming from Thomas' room to have a good idea what they've been busy with all night. His mood went down the hill. He had kissed this one girl on a school trip in fifth grade, but she said it was disguisting, and this other one, on the prom night when he was a little drunk, but she never talked to him again after, and avoided him till the end of senior year. He remembered that it was nice, but also not so much, a rather awkward and strange experience to have someone's wet lips on yours.

„What coffee do you like?" Dylan was woken up to reality by Thomas' low voice.

He glanced up on the blonde boy.

They both were in a coffee bar, on their way to the theatre.

Thomas was going to his rehersal and he was reading through the scenario.

„Just plain black," Dylan blushed.

He was mad at himself, but he couldn't stop staring at the younger boy, who was wearing a bright blue shirt to skinny jeans. His cigarettes and silver sunglasses were on the table right next to the screenplay.

How could he look so fresh and innocent after last night? Dylan hid his face in his hands quickily, when Thomas returned with two coffee cups.

„Here, I bought you a cookie, you look terrible," Thomas placed a chocolate muffin in front of Dylan and Dylan felt a squeeze in his heart.

This was the sweetest thing someone has ever done to him, but from the other hand Thomas told him, that he looks terrible.

„Thanks," Dylan tried to look at the table.

Thomas returned to his screenplay and Dylan risked small glances at him.

„Don't you like chocolate?" the next time Dylan glanced up, he nearly fell of his chair faced with this amazing deep nightsky eyes.

„I love your eyes. . . chocolate," Dylan bit his tongue.

How stupid was he actually.

Thomas smiled to himself.

„I'm glad you love. . . chocolate," he glanced at Dylan and his eyes glittered with golden sparks like if they had caught fire.

Dylan had his difficulties in breathing normally.

„Let's hurry up, the rehersal starts in fifteen minutes," Thomas got up and grabbed his stuff form the table.

Dylan calmed down, when he followed him to the oldtimer car.

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