The Boy in My Basement

Chapter 6

"Ugh, what happened?" I felt the bed dip and warm sunlight streamed onto my face, I groaned and opened my eyes, startled to see Dylan staring at me in confusion. I studied him unsure of what to say. The sunlight made his dark brown hair look a lighter brown, and if I looked closely enough I could see the contact lens in his left eye, the brown masking the green.

I cleared my throat, "Morning."

He blinked at me a couple of times, "Morning, care to explain why we're in bed together and what the hell happened last night?"

I yawned and sat up in bed, for a moment I seriously contemplated laying back down and going back to sleep. My mom usually gets up early and I am not prepared for all the questions I know she'll bombard me with if she doesn't find me in my room.

"You should really learn how to handle your liquor." I threw the blanket off of me and got up to stretch.

Dylan also sat up, the look of confusion never left his face. "I don't remember getting that drunk."

"I thought that Kiana invited you as some kind of scheme to get back at me, the girls and I decided to sneak in the party and bring you back." Too embarrassed to look at him, I looked around his room. It was fairly empty aside from his dresser and mirror, which was covered in cologne, deodorant and watches. His acoustic guitar sat in the corner by his closet, and his computer desk and laptop was facing the opposite wall. It was neater than my own bedroom.

I continued, "We walked around looking for you, after a while I found you coming out of a dark room, drunk out of your mind. The girls helped me bring you to the car and we brought you home."

I looked over at him and he still looked like he was deep in thought, "I don't remember this at all."

I chuckled, "I doubt you would, you were pretty much unconscious the entire time."

"Okay I get that but I don't understand why we were in bed together." I looked away embarrassed and I heard him laugh.

"I get it now. Couldn't resist me, could you?"

I whipped around and looked at him, "Excuse me?"

I threw a pillow in his face, "You're the one who pulled me into bed and wouldn't let me go. You're welcome by the way, for getting you home safe."

Annoyed and embarrassed I stormed out of his room and shut the door behind me, realizing how much noise I made I quickly made my way to my room. Once I, softly, shut the door I laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. For a moment I thought about sleeping, but then I remembered the feeling of Dylan's arms around me and decided against it. Changing out of my pajama's I went to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. Taking my bowl into the living room, I switched on the TV and watched the morning news. A couple minutes later Dylan walked into the living room and took a seat beside me.

"Thank you for getting me home Lexi." He said.

I turned to look at him, "You're welcome, but it's not happening again."

"So did anything else happen at the party?"

I thought about it for a moment, "Oh right, I figured out who dumped paint on me."

"Who?"

"It was Cole and some other guy, I saw them at the party wearing the same masks. They also had red paint on their hands."

"I can't believe Cole would do that. He's been trying to be all 'buddy-buddy' with you for weeks."

I sighed, "Yeah, I don't get it either."