FALL

THREE

SHE WOKE UP ON A BED IN A ROOM THAT WASN'T HERS, she groaned, sitting up then falling back onto the mattress, a panging sensation pounding her head that made her feel like ten hammers were smashing her skull. The aftertaste of alcohol was still on the back of her tongue. How did this happen? Edenne tried her best to recall...

"Dylan! What happened to her?" Adrienne ran over to the girl who had passed out and fell on his lap. "God, she reeks of alcohol too."

"She still doesn't take it down well I guess. I'm taking her home." With the help of a few others, he slung her over his back and held onto her legs. "I'll see you guys soon, sorry we had to leave so early."

"Should I come with you? I'm really worried about my sister!" Alyssa ran up to him, with a worried pout on her face.

"Hold up here, I'm her best friend and I'm not bothering to help her, what makes you think you can?" Adrienne frowned, putting an arm out to block Dylan from her. "You go ahead. Text me or something when she's home." He nodded and walked out the door.

"...terrible..." He heard her mumble into his ear, quite literally, as her lips were touching and tickling his neck.

"What's so terrible?" He grunted as he laid her down in his white BMW, and put a seatbelt over her chest and waist.

"...I hate him...,miss him though..." She grumbled and flipped onto her side.

He smirked and drove home. He did say that he was going to take her home, but he never said which one. His, or hers. Edenne muttered some more words that didn't make sense or fit into context. He didn't exactly hear what she said, but he assumed it was about him. It had been so long. The light turned red, and he turned to stare at the beauty in the front seat. Her cheekbones shined in the moonlight and her cheek was rosy, resting upon the window. Her honey golden skin radiated and her neck was exposed. He held her wrist for a moment, and it still fit perfectly into his hand. They were so small, so fragile. How did he let her go without feeling the sense of protection? Her petite figure was still so familiar, and her body seemed to glow. She was still so beautiful, and in that red dress...no. She was his ex, and as they say, exes should never get together or be brought up again. However, it was still alright to look, right?

He chuckled to himself as he remembered the memories he had of her flat out drunk in his old house, how he always had to carry her home and take care of her before leaving. She was still like that. He didn't know if he should despise it or adore it, but he knew he couldn't and wouldn't despise it for long.

Ever since he was in his single digit years, he's always gotten the attention of girls of all ages, even the older ones. They seemed to swoon over his looks and natural charm, but never really tried to get deep under his skin. They never tried to understand what was happening in his life, never tried to know what time of the day was his favorite, what types of art made his skin have goosebumps, what kinds of music would remind him of his hardest times and make him stay up all night.

Except her.

When Dylan first met Edenne, there wasn't an exact introduction. They met through other friends. Edenne already had friends who were head over heels in love with him, yet she didn't think she'd end up falling for him as well. When she first put her eyes on him, she thought he was probably unattainable. Responsible, kind, caring, and smart. Was there even a real human like that? He was perfect.

Having classes together in freshman year helped them get closer, and started conversations. Soon, numbers were given and they were sitting next to each other at lunch with his earbuds in. She started FALLing for him, just as he fell for her. They'd stay up all night texting, and she'd send him music to listen to and he'd send her his.