Hot or Cold

<Chapter 3>

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CHAPTER 3

"Ali," Dylan says sweetly, waking me up from a peaceful sleep, "You gotta get up. I'm leaving in an hour and I want to spend a little bit of time with you before I go." Crap. Can I please just go back to being a kid and never grow up, like, ever?

"I don't want you to leave Dylan," I say with tears welling in my eyes, "Why do you have to leave me? You better call me when you can and visit as much as possible. Don't you dare forget about me." I sound like an idiot but I really don't care at the moment.

"Alice, I could never forget about you. And don't think I won't call, how could I not? I'll have, like, so much interesting stuff to tell you about. Like there might be a really hot guy there." And that's why I love my brother. He can make me laugh when I'm crying. I don't bother with words, I just crawl over to him and hug him.

"Well," he  says after a few minutes of my crying and us hugging, "I've still got a few things to pack so I gotta do that. You should get something to eat." On que, my stomach made a sound similar to a blue whale's mating call. Yeah, my stomach has a mind of it's own sometimes.

I get out of my bed, not even bothering to do anything to my hair because I'm just gonna get in bed and cry the second that Dylan leaves.

"Hey honey," my dad says the instant he sees me, "You feeling alright?" What kind of dumb question is that? No offense dad but clearly I'm not okay. My brother is freaking leaving me and I can't do anything to stop it.

"Just sad but I'm alright," I don't really want to fight, so I'm just gonna keep those thoughts in my mind before things start happening.

“Sweetie,” my mom says while I’m gobbling down some fruity pebbles, “Could you help load stuff in Dylan’s car?” Dylan has a black mustang, so I’m not sure how a bunch of college stuff is gonna fit in that, but I guess we’ll find a way. Even though I really don’t want Dylan to go, I could never stop him. I mean, college is a big deal and I know he’s been looking forward to moving out for a long time now. Our parents can get super overbearing at times and that gets annoying after like five seconds.

“Alright, I’m ready,” the last bag is in Dylan’s car and it’s time for him to leave, “I have to go or else Evan will get worried.” Evan is weird and nerdy but at least I know who his roommate is. It’d be super awkward to have to meet a new person and my parents would definitely embarrass the crap out of Dylan.

“Oh Dylan,” my mother says with tears streaming down her face, “I’m gonna miss you so much sweetie. You better call the second you get to your room and you better not party or you will be in a bunch of trouble.” Little does my mother know that Dylan will be partying. He goes out with Evan and a few other guys every couple of weeks and my parents never notice. I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind, but my mother would go insane.

“I’ll try my best mom,” he says while letting go of her, “please control her while I’m gone.” My dad smiles and gives him a small hug. My dad never really says too much in these situations, so I didn’t expect anything else.

“Come here Ali,” Dylan says while walking towards me, “You’re gonna be fine, okay? I’ll call when I can and I’ll visit every once in awhile.” Ugh why must I cry so much!? I think I’m way too emotional sometimes. I can’t get any words out, so I just squeez Dylan as hard as I possibly can and he squeezes me too, but not hard enough to crush my head.

“It’s ok,” I say through my sobs, “I’ll be okay. School starts on Monday so I’ll have a distraction. But hey, I’ll see you soon, right?” Stupid school. Why must summer go by so fast.