A Righteous Love

Chapter Twenty-One - You Know I Love To Embarrass You

Chapter Twenty-One - "You Know I Love To Embarrass You"

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If I was cleaning my room, it was likely that I wouldn't answer anyone if they tried to reach out to me. Once my stereo went on and I started rummaging through things, causing a ruckus and probably a headache for anyone in my house, there was no pulling me out of my zone.

Now there were two ways I cleaned my room – the first was just to vacuum and dust, put away random pieces of clothing, and to make my bed. That happened a couple times a month, but it all depended on if I was in the mood. Then there was the second way.

I only got to this point every few months when I needed a deep cleaning. It meant going into the bowels of my closet and finding things I hadn't seen in years. It was gathering a bunch of stuff I had no idea why I kept over the years, tossing it into a big garbage bag, and throwing it out.

Now that we were fully into the fall season and Halloween was in four days, I thought it was appropriate to do a full-on cleansing ceremony in my place of rest. It was time to get rid of a lot and clear the air in the place where I'd done too much thinking, crying, and sleeping over the past couple of rough months.

So you could imagine the heart attack I nearly suffered from when my phone started blaring its ringtone as I was tearing apart the drawers of my sleek, white bureau.

I snapped my head up with a sharp inhale, glaring over at my bed where my phone was resting on the mattress. With an aggravated sigh, I helped myself off the floor and carefully danced over the chaos that was covering my floors. Once I picked my phone up and saw Dylan's name on the screen, a small smile started to extend its way across my face.

Before I answered, I lowered the volume on my stereo so it was just a faint murmur, then answered the call with a casual greeting.

"Dylan, hey," I breathed, trying not to seem like I was too eager or anything.

"Hi," he replied happily.

"What's up?" I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head to the side. My eyes momentarily went back over to the mess by my drawers, thinking about how all I wanted to do was finish going through it.

But talking to Dylan was nice too.

"So, it's Saturday afternoon and I've been thinking," he explained with a light chuckle.

"Oh have you?" I smirked.

"Yes, for once," he laughed again, making a warm feeling swirl in my chest; something that tends to occur around Dylan. "What do you say about hitting up Level 3 tonight?"

"Just the two of us?" I asked for clarification.

"Well, I'll bring some of my friends, you bring some of yours. It'll be fun, what do you think?" He suggested with a persuasive tone.

"Hm," I pretended to think, giggling afterwards. "I think that sounds fun."

"Great," he said, and I practically heard the grin through the phone. "It's going to sound stupid, but my mom can take us. She's got a big car that could fit everyone."

"Alright," I giggled again. Stop giggling, you idiot.

He told me that he'd text me about time details and everything later, then the phone call didn't last too much longer. Although honestly, his voice put me in such a calm state of mind that I could've talked to him for another two hours.

While things were taking off with Dylan, they came to a rapid end with Eric. We were still friends though, and there was no awkward tension between us. Even though I didn't directly tell him that I wanted to end things because I didn't want to get attached to him, I think he understood it anyway.