Can You Save Me?

Chapter 13 •Friends•

•Bella's Pov•
The best morning I woke up in Dylan's bed underneath the covers, warm and comfortable. I sat up and looked around for Dylan. I didn't see him so I decided to go to the washroom. After I washed my hands I put my hair up in a messy ponytail and exited Dylan's washroom. Still, Dylan was no where to be seen. I walked downstairs and could here the tv on and as I got closer I seen Dylan sitting on the couch watching it. I walked up to the couch and hoped over it from the back.

"Jesus!!" Dylan screamed and jumped away from me. I had clearly scared him which was unintentional. "You scared the crap out of me!" Dylan exaggerated and started to laugh. I was still just sitting how I landed a little embarrassed that I scared him and laughing slightly. "Oops, sorry" I giggle out. His smile was so perfect.. All his little moles on his cheeks were adorable , and his laugh was one of the sweetest sounds on the earth.. I starred at him and admired everything about him and didn't realize I was in La La Land.

"Your cheeks are pretty red, done staring at me now?" He joked.

I immediately snap out of La La Land and defend myself. What if he doesn't even like me back like that!!!

"I was not staring at you, d-don't be so self absorbed" I attempted to speak with confidence but clearly failed once I stuttered, which made it very clear that I wasn't so sure of myself.

"Haha, what do you want for breakfast Bella" he laughed and started walking to the kitchen to make breakfast. Hopefully he doesn't suspect anything of me. That would be embarrassing.

"Toast!!" I say jumping off the couch and following into the kitchen. "Toast with butter!!" I yell with an unexpected amount of energy.

"You're so energetic in the morning, jeez how is that possible?" Dylan comments on my excitement for toast.

"I just do what I do best" I shrug. I walk over to the toaster and start making myself toast, and butter it. Dylan makes himself some eggos and we talk while we make breakfast.

"Let's go for a walk today." Dylan flatly stats. "In the bush by this place I know, it'll feel good to get up and walking"

"Okay, sure" I give Dylan a smile and continue eating my toast.

"That's not toast. That's bread with butter" Dylan says looking at my toast which is just lightly browned with butter on it.

"What do you mean? Of course it's toast, it was in the toaster and it's crunchy isn't it? Doesn't that classify it as toast?"  I look at him confused.

"Yes, but toast is suppose to be dark and crunchier, not a slightly different shade of brown then the breads original colour." He smiles.

"So now you're judging me?" I joke at him.

"No! Shut up." He looks at me and laughs at how stupid were being. I take the last bite of my toast and put my dish in the dishwasher like Dylan told me to, and we went to his room to get changed for the day. Before we got to Dylan's we stopped at my place from the hospital to pick up a bag of things I'll need for the next while. So I had clothes. I picked out my outfit and changed in his washroom as he did the same, just in the hallway bathroom. I came out ready to go, with my teeth brushed and hair tied back in a cute lose ponytail, and lip chap on. I wanted to look cute, so I also put on some cute shorts and a tank top because it was extremely warm out today.  When Dylan came out, he was wearing a muscle shirt, which fit his body image perfectly, and a pair of board shorts.  Let me tell you, he looked pretty good himself. He had his hair done just right and oh god he looks good...