Relationship With a Dead Man

Hey people of Wattpad!! This is my first story I've wrote, so I apologise if it sucks :)

Anyway, the story is mostly set in England, since that's where I live I guess it was just easier to write about.

Ok, so I'm guessing you guys don't wanna listen to me anymore.

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By the way, in this chapter, the characters are 14. But in the rest they will be older.

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RELATIONSHIP WITH A DEAD-MAN

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///CHAPTER 1\\\

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SAM'S POV:

Dylan had his arms wrapped around me, he's so warm!

He kissed my cheek and said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me!

Then he looked strait into my eyes and said, "Sam.. Sam..."

"Yes Dylan?"

"Sam wake up it's your first day back at school!! You need to get up an- Hey wait, did you just say 'Dylan' ?"

Oh no, did I really say 'Dylan'?

"Umm.. Yeah I guess I did. But don't get any ideas, mum. He's just a friend," I laughed and sat up in my bed, "Gosh, could you imagine the look on his face if he heard me say that?"

"I can." A deep voice said from the door. He was standing right there!! In my doorway, with that infuriating smirk of his.

I blushed crimson before I screamed at him to get the hell out of my room.

I couldn't help but laugh at him as he ran out of my room and practically flew down the stairs.

I checked the time and groaned. There's no way I was gonna be on time for the first day of school today.

I got out of bed and ran to get ready.

Once I had finished putting on my school uniform I walked down stairs.

It's been half an hour since I kicked Dylan out of my room so I guess he went to school already.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs I was surprised to see him standing there with my bag on his left shoulder and a slice of toast in his free hand, offering it to me.

"C'mon Sammy girl, we've gotta get going if you don't wanna be late." Dylan said with an easy smile.

"Ok, but let me find my tie first, and then we'll go."

"No time for that now." he said as he yanked off his own tie and draped it around my neck.

He gave me another smile and ushered me out the door.

(Now, I should tell you that this routine has been happening for months.

Dylan always walks me to school in the mornings.

And sometimes he has had to wake me up to go to school aswell.)

Anyway, we were walking down my road in abit of an awkward silence, when I saw how he looked today. And he looked like.. Well.. Dylan.

Messy brown hair, his uniform was baggy and masked his real figure. Which was quite toned and muscular.

And his trademark 'cheshire cat' grin.