Flying High

CHAPTER 25

" OK, let's try it again, I will take pictures and you will pretend that you have no idea I'm taking them" I said to Dylan as we drove and the sun was beginning to rise and he looked lovely with his sunglasses and black t-shirt.

" By the way, how are you not cold?" I said since I was wearing a black sweater, he smiled and looked at me and kept looking at the road. I got ready to take a picture and the moment I took it Dylan stopped abruptly and it sucked. I groaned and looked at the road and realized that there was a traffic congestion and sighed.

" Please stop" Dylan said smiling since I took about 50 pictures of him. I pouted and went through them, I deleted half of them and I was left with 25 pictures of him.

 Before I even knew it we were back in California and more specifically Los Angeles the day before thanksgiving, I was driving and Dylan was taking pictures of me and I complained it's not nice. We reached our homes and before we got out we sighed looking at each other.

" I'll go first" he said and I nodded and he left and I sinked into my seat and got my stuff out of my trunk. A minute later Dylan came back and he looked worried.

" Britt, isn't home" he said and I sighed looking around.

" We'll find her OK?" I said and he nodded following me to my home, I got in and looked at Dylan.

" Perfume, a woman's perfume" I said and he sighed.

" Britt's perfume, I bought her that for her birthday" he said and I took a deep breath and left my bag on the couch, Dylan sensed my anger and grabbed.

" I'm killing both of them" I said and he sighed, I fought to escape his grip but he was stronger than me.

" Let, me go" I said and eventually gave up he held me tightly and turned me around, the second he did that we heard moans from upstairs and he held me even tighter.

" Caroline, listen to my voice" he said and I looked at him an he seemed angry too.

" Fighting them won't get you anywhere, trust me" he started and I frowned.

" On Halloween, when Ben grabbed you butt and you told him not but he kept doing it, I saw that. You can't possibly imagine for how long Tyler had to hold me back from punching the life out of him and then he talked to me as he held me, he told me that it's worthless to fight him for that. Now why should you fight them for that" he said and I sighed.

" Dylan they're fucking on my bed" I said and he seemed to think about it.

" Well you have a point but still it's not a reason" he said and I finally gave up and we stayed there. Then there was a long silence.

" They either died or stopped, let's go" he said and he followed me upstairs. I opened the door and found then lying on my bed and they were both so taken aback by my presence that they couldn't move when they saw Dylan too.

" Wow" I said and I sounded too calm for the situation.

" We're gone for almost 2 weeks and we don't tell you anything and instead of putting an APB on us you fuck each other, for what for comfort?" I started and the both looked at the sheets.

" Moreover, you are on my God damn bed" I said and they sighed. Dylan was silent and he seemed angry too.

" Were you actually worried about us or did you meet up the second you realized we're won't be back?" I started and they seemed sad too.

" Great" I said and Dylan took a deep breath.

" Britt get dressed We'll talk at home" he said and then he left the room.