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II. i'm right here / o'brien

warning; none.

first person pov.

I open my eyes to see the sun beaming outside, only I'm viewing it from the back seat of my car. After a second of confusion, the memories as to why I'm outside and in the car came rushing back to me.

Dylan and I got into the biggest fight we've ever had. There was name calling, screaming, and tears involved. To be honest, I couldn't even remember the reason why we were fighting at the first place. It was one of those arguments that starts because of something tiny and escalates quickly into something big. I threatened to leave and he said "go then, see if I care", so I did. But now I'm alone in my car, regretting every stupid thing that happened the night before.

After letting the sleepiness fade away, I got out and sat at the driver's seat, keys in the ignition with our home as my destination.

On my way home, I imagined, or should I say practiced, what I'm going to say to him when I got home. On how to apologize to him about the fight and spending the night outside. Parking the car at it's designated space on our garage, I turn off the engine and slid out. I walked to open the door to our house but quickly felt overwhelmed once I saw how messy the house truly is. There's dirty dishes everywhere, disarranged stuff and scattered clothes all over the place.

I don't remember it being like this when I left. I tidy up the mess, seeing as it was hard to ignore it. When done, I climbed up the stairs and into our shared bedroom, where the door is cracked open for me to peek through.

Dylan was on the bed, laying over the covers and a hand behind his head. He was staring at the ceiling and looks like deep in thought. Deciding to make my presence known to the man, I pushed the door wider and entered the room. He hurriedly jumps out of the bed and towards me, grasping my shoulders before pulling me in a tight hug.

"Are you okay? I was so worried, I called all of your friends and I went looking for you for like 2 hours ago." he rapidly asked the questions while rubbing my back. He was trembling, voice hoarse and soft. "Where did you sleep? Did you eat something? Please say you don't hate me."

I want to answer all his questions, I really do but he's squeezing me so tight that all I can manage to say is, "Can't breathe."

"Oh, sorry." He let go but still stands close to me. "I'm so sorry for telling you to leave, I didn't mean it. Every time I heard sirens or anything I thought something bad happened to you."

I cupped his cheeks, "I'm sorry, too. That fight was unnecessary, I don't even remember how it started. It was stupid of me to leave so late at night and sleeping in my car by myself."

Dylan's eyes grow wide and his voice rises. "You slept in your car? Do you know how dangerous that is?!"

I sighed and apologetically said, "I know it's dangerous, okay? Just save the lecture before another argument starts. Why is there a mess everywhere?"

He laughs nervously and covers his face. "It's pathetic. I was trying to stay awake incase you came home so I cooked and tried to wash clothes but I couldn't handle just waiting for you so that's when I left... I don't ever want to be in this situation again. I can't lose you."

He looks away from me but I can see his eyes becoming watery. I grab his face in my hands so we're looking each other in the eyes and say, "You didn't lose me, baby. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."