Falling (in love/apart) [Completed & EDITING]

Crying And Writing Chapter 5

Finally, weekend. Sleeping until noon, wear comfy clothes and stay in, or go out with friends and have fun. In my case it's staying in my pj's all day.

I was in my room, watching my favourite TV-show, eating chips and wearing my pink pyjamas, like every weekend. Only this time I forgot I had a boyfriend, I still don't believe it. I, Dylan, the one who thought she would die alone with 20 cats, has a boyfriend.

So as I was saying, I was just chilling in front of the TV, home alone as always because mom went out with her best friend, when suddenly the bell rang. I looked out the window and almost screamed, daddy's home!

My dad had to travel a lot because of his work so he wasn't around much, but when he was we would have the best time.

I ran downstairs and almost fell from running so fast, opened the door and saw the most wonderful person on this planet. Daddy.

"Hi, do I know you?", he asked.

"I don't know, I believe we met somewhere"

"Yeah I think I know from where, weren't you that girl that kept calling me daddy?"

"And weren't you the one who answered: "yes my little girl?""

"Dylan!"

"Daddy!"

We hugged for a very long time, and about that conversation we just had, we do that every time, it's our thing.

"I missed you so much sweetheart!", my dad came in and went to the kitchen looking for mom.

"I missed you too! Mom isn't home she's out with Emma."

"Gross", he made a face of repulsion.

"You will have to accept her someday, they have been friends for years"

"And yet I still don't like her"

"You don't like anybody"

"That's not true, I like your mom and you"

"Aren't we lucky"

"After months of not seeing you, you haven't changed one bit, still the same old sarcastic Dylan"

"I learned from the best", I looked at him and he made a movement with his hand like he was flipping his hair backwards and looked up, which is ironic because he's bald.

We spend the rest of the day catching up, when suddenly the door rang again.

My dad went to open the door and I went upstairs to change clothes. When I went upstairs I saw I got a text message from James saying he was coming over. Oh God this is bad, this is really bad. Before I had the chance of texting him back my dad screamed:" Honey there is a James for you at the door!"

Uh oh. My dad doesn't really want me to date until I'm 50, so he can't know about James.

I quickly texted something and came downstairs.

"Hey", he said while checking his phone.

"Hi". I had to stop myself from hugging and kissing him.

"Dad, this is James, my partner for an English assignment we have to do."

My dad looked at James and then gave me a confused look. He could not have chosen a worse day to dress like himself: He was wearing a black skinny jeans, dark grey shirt, his skull earrings, piercing on his lip and black eyeliner.

"Well, have fun I guess... But not too much fun!" He smiled at me and gave him a cold look.

We went upstairs and the second I closed the door I felt his hands around my waist, he pushed me against the door, his lips were almost touching mine.