A Day in My Life

You're welcome/I'm sorry

The next morning when I woke up, I saw Dylan, walking out of his room smiling. 

"Whats up?" I said, confused, walking towards him. 

He turned to me with a huge smile and picked me up with a hug. I could count on one hand the times that Dylan had gone up to me and just hugged me, without me being in pain or asking or jumping on him first. 

He spun me around, then set me down. "What? What? What?" I demanded, curiously. 

"You!" he yelled, kissing my forehead a thousand times. 

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" I yelled, scared now. 

"You saved me!" he said, hugging me tighter, until he dropped me and I gasped for breath.

"How?" I asked, choking on air. 

"Well, last night, Taylor said that she talked to you and decided she would be willing to go out with me today after school to talk about what happened, and maybe even get back together! So thank you!" he said, kissing my forehead.

"Oh! It's no problem..." I said, nervously. How far would there conversation go? Would they talk about me? The picture I sent? Would Taylor mention me? Oh my gosh. 

My fear must've shown on my face because Dylan said "Hey, don't worry, Baby. If she still doesn't want me, I'll take it. But I just need a chance to talk to her."  He ruffled my hair and went downstairs, chuckling. This could be bad. 

I spent the whole rest of the day worrying about Dylan and Taylor's conversation. At lunch, I even tried to search for Taylor to ask her not to mention me, but I couldn't find her. I thought about texting, but I was too scared that she would ask me why through text and I would be required to answer, with no excuse to run away. Finally, school ended and I ran into the car to talk to Dylan. Anything I could say, anything to fix this. 

I hopped into the car and asked Blake "Where is Dylan?" probably too loud and too fast. Blake said "Whoa, whoa, calm down. He went with Taylor to Starbucks or something." 

"Noooooo!" I screeched. 

"Why does it matter?" he asked. 

"No reason." I said, pretending to be calm and not freaking out. 

"Alright." Blake said, giving me space for once, as the other boys got into the car and drove home. 

I sat by the door, anxious for about four hours. I traded all different kinds of positions, while biting my nails savagely, and picturing the worst. The boys talked about their days, like Talen meeting a hot girl, Blake seeing a teacher fall on his face, and Nick getting a chance at some exciting opportunity in New York for theater. The boys eventually went upstairs but I sat focused on the door the whole time. 

Finally, I heard muffled talking outside, then saw the door unlock and press open. 

Then, Dylan walked inside, furious.

I had seen him annoyed, when I poked him for an hour straight to bother him.

I had seen him angry, when I ate his entire cake on his 10th birthday party.

And I had seen him completely pissed, when he saw me running and sneaking out of the house to go see Luke. 

But I had never seen him like this. He walked into the house with furrowed eyebrows and his upper lip jutted way out. He walked inside, slammed the door shut and then noticed at me. His eyes glared in fury and I prepared myself for the worst, him yelling at me for hours or beating me till I was black and blue. But instead, he just walked further in, shook his head at me, then walked up the stairs. When he reached the very top, he stayed faced away from me towards  his room and spat out "In case you were wondering, I know what you did."  He then continued to walk and went straight into his room, slamming and then locking the door behind me. What did I do?