What is Love?

Chapter 8

"Is Dylan here today?" Miranda asked. He didn't show up to school for the past two days. We've been going on few dates and I don't know what "we" are. Miranda insists on asking him but for some reason he isn't replying my texts nor my calls.

"Nope" i replied popping the P.

"Maybe you should go at his house today, just to check up on him" Miranda finally said something important but what if I look desperate. I've never done this before.

"Really? Go to his house? Am I really that desperate?" I looked at her.

"GO! TODAY! BEFORE I GRILL YOU FACE AND TURN YOUR HAIR INTO A WIG"

"Okay I will" I laughed but I wasn't ready.

The party Jake is hosting is on Friday and the Art project is due to Monday and guess what day it is today? It's Wednesday! I don't want to go to the party, i don't do parties, I'd rather stay home and eat but due to some reasons which include Miranda slicing off my fingers, I'll have to go. Yay! note the sarcasm. The main point is I need a date because Miranda and Jason are going together. My first guess is Dylan but since he isn't here, why not go with Joey. He is cute and geeky and I definitely know he wont ignore me like how Dylan does.

****************after school*****************

'Okay how bad can it be? Just knock on the door and they'll open, or I could just turn back now and no one gets hurt' my mind is on a roll. Here I am standing at the front door at Dylan's house and I am freaking out, I don't know why but I just am. I rang the door bell once, twice, thrice but no one answered. I tried opening the door and to my surprise it wasn't locked. I entered the house slowly as I closed the door.

"Hello, Is anyone home?" oh! Cheesy? I know but trust me, in situations like these, I have to make sure am not dealing with some robbers.

I walked upstairs and headed to Dylan's room, the door was open, i pushed it further and there he was sitting on his bed alone.

"Dylan?" he didn't respond. He sat their almost numb, I could see how broken he was but I just didn't know why. I walked up to where he sat.

"Dylan?" I called again, this time he looked straight at me, his eyes were red and swollen, he must have cried for a really long time but most important he was heart broken, I didn't know why but all I knew is that I had to be there for him. The next thing I know is that he is in my arms sobbing. His head on my waist, my hands on his head. He was so vulnerable at this point. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I don't know why he is hurting but it hurt me too. He held on as he kept on crying and I let him let it all out, sometimes it's okay to cry. After few minutes, he stopped and he pulled away rubbing his tears away from his cheeks. I sat beside him, I didn't want to leave him now.

"What's wrong?" I looked at him.

"isn't it obvious? I'm lonely Elena, My parents are never home, I act like a bad boy to get there attention but they don't even seem to bother, I pull out the most idiotic schemes but they wont even care to ask how i am. It's been a whole month, they haven't even asked how am doing, they don't come back home anymore, they are probably busy with some business trips and they forget about me and am their son and you, how long were you going to keep hiding the truth from me?"

"the truth?" I asked shockingly, does he know about my dad?

"It's you, you are her. You are my Lena" he pulled away from me.

"Dylan, I wasn't suppose to tell you, it was up to you to remember"

"What if I didn't remember? would you just let me play more girls that I have before?"

"Am sorry Dee"

"I love you Goddammit, It's always been you" he rubbed the back of his head and looked at me. He what? I was still in shock. How did he find out it's me?

"the poems, your house and you called me Dee most of the time we were together, am not that stupid you know?"

I was still shocked, not because I actually said that out loud but because he remembered me. My Dylan finally remembered me.

"Lena? Are you there?"

"UH yeah"

"I just admitted my love for you, aren't you going to say anything?" He pulled me up and looked straight into my eyes.

"I love you idiot, isn't it obvious?" I slap the back of his head and tried to walk out of his room when he pulled me back. " You have got to stop doing that!"

"and you have got to stop turning your back on me" I laughed at his lousy flirting moves.

"What so funny?"

"Who knew the bad boy couldn't flirt?" I kept on laughing.

"Shut up dimwit"

"real Mature"

"Can you stay? For the day, I promise I"ll take you home after this" He asked

"I wouldn't say no to you" then he hugged me and muttered the words 'i missed you'

We spent the rest of the day reminiscing, thinking about the good old times while eating ice cream. It felt so good to finally get him back, I missed him so much.

"Remember the time you fell off that tree" He looked at me

"no, i remember you pushing me"

"no i didn't, you were just clumsy" He laughed

"Oh no Mr, take that back, I was very careful for your information"

"Really now? Careful enough that you once fell into the pond"

"Oh My God! You pushed me" I looked at me

"No i didn't"

"Yes you did"

"No I didn't"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

"Dylan, this isn't a fiction, am not going to kiss you"

"Who said anything about kissing?" he smirked.

"I know what's in the little devilish mind"

"Really now? What am I thinking about now?"

"I don't know, what?"

"YOU" he smiled

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A|N

CHEESY? I know but sweet.

on the bright side, Dylan got his memory back....! What's next? I really don't know either..

until next time.. byeeee

Fidhuu_m