(AUTHORS NOTE: In this story Dylan is really depressed. She believes she is not worth it and no one could ever love her. Then she meets Niall, who basically saves her. Some mild cussing and graphic material. Thanks! ~Lily)
Dylan's POV
I stirred the melted ice cream in the bowl, searching for the last little blobs of cookie dough that had sunk to the bottom. My spoon clinked against the glass as I realized they had all been eaten. The mummers in the other room distracted me as they got exceptionally louder. I could hear my name being mentioned and then yelling. My parents were fighting again and it was substantially worse then any fight they had ever had. I know it isn't normal for parents to fight this much, but it seems to occur frequently in this house hold.
I walked alone to school, my Vans dragged against the rough concrete. The loose rocks flew at the impact and landed in the street. The birds chirped in the trees above me, their beautiful song echoed throughout the block. I sometimes wonder what they're singing about. What if they are searching for their lost lover, or screaming at their bird children to come eat their worm delight and sit up straight, or what if they are really trying to scream at us for cutting down their homes. Do normal people think about this? Nope, probably just me.
"Hey Dill, want some cake?" A classmate called at me from across the room. His sly smirk directed towards me as he made the lesbian reference. I looked down at my textbook and pretended not to have heard his insult. The text talked about Edgar Allen Poe and his dastardly life. As I read on I began to feel sorry for Poe. He tried so hard yet negative acts seemed to be attracted to him throughout his life. I guess you could say Poe and I have many similarities in our lives, everything negative happens to us.
As I got lost in the text, I failed to notice my Literature Teacher barking my name.
"Dylan! Get your face out of your book and pay attention!" He snapped before resuming his stroll through the desks and groaning on with his impeccably boring lecture. I found it ironic that my Literature Teacher was scolding at me for reading.
"Mr. Horan, I hate to interrupt your beauty sleep, but you're getting slobber on my desk." Mr. Henley slapped the desk with his pointer, nearly startling the piss out of Niall Horan.
"Yes mom, I would love some bacon on my ice cream." Horan snapped up sleepily, making the room fill with fits of laughter.
"Niall, I would advise you to get more sleep at night, and not to eat ice cream for breakfast, that is very unhealthy." Mr. Henley scowled and took hulk steps back to his oddly clean desk. His words reminded me of my breakfast choice, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
My walk to work was agonizingly long. Mother's station wagon has been in the shop all week and Dad was at work, thus eliminating my transportation options.
"Good Afternoon Sal." I greeted my co-worker as I entered the coffee shop.
"Good Afternoon Dylan, how was school?"
"Okay I guess." I replied before clocking in and tying my apron.
"That's good." She sighed before mixing a cup of cream and expresso. I took in the sweet smell of expresso beans, the enticing rich scent filling my senses.
"How may I help you today?" I asked a customer as they approached the cash register.
"I would like a black coffee please." He answered as he whipped out his wallet. I noticed the many bills that laid in the fold, most likely a lump sum of $200. He pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill.
"I'm sorry sir, we can't break that."
"What do you mean?"
"We don't have enough cash in the register." I replied, growing weary as the man seemed to get upset.
"Oh forget it, thanks anyways." He snapped before exiting the shop. Sal held her giggles until the man left.
"Someone's on his man period." She sputtered before breaking out in laughter. I laughed along, he seemed to be a very pissy man.
The bell above the door rang, announcing the arrival of a new customer. I looked up to see the Blonde classmate of mine stroll in. Niall Horan.
