I sat across from my mother at the dining table, stuffing mashed potatoes in my face. My mom made the best and I loved coming home in the weekends, not only for the food of course but it was just heavenly. If you could taste it, you would agree with me. Mike sat next to me and his plate had about twice the serving as I had. But he was a buff guy so he needed it. Mike and I both didn't live with my mom anymore. After graduating from high school I decided I would start working with my brother in his bar. Being a working woman I found it more than normal that I would get my own place. So I found a small apartment not too far from the bar. When I realised I might take over one day I went back to college to get my business degree. It was a special class for working students so I only had to go twice a week. Mike on the other hand never went back to school. He started the bar with one of his best friends Sam and when Sam left he took the bar from him. Now Mike himself had plans to leave. He wanted to go to the great city of New York to start a jazz bar there. Of course shit like that is fucking expensive so he made a five year plan. He would put aside as much money as he could every month so that in five years he'd have enough to pay for his dream. Then the bar would be mine. I was excited and all, it was just gonna be a hell of a lot work.
"How's school going?" Mom asked. She looked at me with that look on her face. She didn't want to know how school was going. She wanted to hear me say that I was doing absolutely fucking amazing. That I was studying all night and never went out. Of course, that was not the case.
"It's fine." I replied and with that I wanted the conversation to be over.
"When are your exams?"
"In a couple of months." I shoved some more mashed potatoes in my mouth so that I wouldn't have to answer her questions anymore. Of course she didn't care about that and just went rambling on.
"You started studying yet? You have to make sure you've studied every subject at least once before your actual exam. You know that right? Jessica stop eating and answer me." I looked up at her and swallowed away the left over mashed potato.
"I know mom. I'm working on it." I paused. She looked at me, about to say something but I stopped her. "Mom, I'm doing okay. Don't you worry. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make a phone call." I shoved the chair from under my ass and got up, walking to the hall. I could hear my mom starting to ramble to Mike about the bar and I just rolled my eyes at how meddling she always was. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Sofia's number. Sofia was the closest I had to a girl best friend. She was in my class and she was pretty cool. She however was married already. She was two years older than me, making her 26. Michael, her husband, was the sweetest guy in the world and according to Alex he was also very gay. I could still hear him say it. "Oh my God. Have you seen that beautiful booty on that man. Dear God when is he gonna figure out he is not in love with that woman." I had asked him what he meant by that and he said: "Sugar. He's so gay even Elton John is jealous of it." I had just rolled my eyes at him and waved it off. Michael being gay was the least of my worries but I hoped for Sofia he was not. She was talking about having babies and stuff so having a gay husband would not be the best for that. The phone rang a couple of times before I got to her answering machine. Hey this is Sofia! Looks like I'm not able to answer your call, please leave a message and I'll get back to you. Beep.
"Hey Sofia, it's me Jess. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight, have a drink with me. Call me back please." I hung up. I really needed a girl to listen to me right now. What Alex had told me over the phone had never left my mind. I hadn't been sleeping well just thinking about it. Dylan had met someone. He wanted to change because of that. The obvious thing to think was that that someone was me. I didn't understand. Why me? Maybe he didn't mean me but the whole situation kinda added up. He started seeing Alex after we 'met' at the bus station and now he had asked, well ordered, me to go out with him. I didn't really know how to feel about that and I needed someone to tell me that I either was going mental or that I was absolutely fucking right. I couldn't tell Alex because he would just tell me to stop worrying about Dylan and to leave the whole thing alone, forget about it. Of course I couldn't just do that.
I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I didn't even know a single thing about the guy. Then a thought popped up in my head. He was a young lad. He was probably on Facebook or Twitter. So I typed in his name in the Facebook search bar and clicked on the first profile that popped up. My jaw almost dropped to the ground by what I saw. It was him, yes. He looked like him but the Dylan in the picture was nothing like the boy I'd met. It was a black and white picture of Dylan together with a girl. She was absolutely stunning. But the thing that caught my attention was Dylan himself. He smiled. He actually smiled a genuine smile. He had no dark circles, he didn't look depressed at all. He looked... happy. His eyes were friendly and if anything this was a guy I would love to go out with. I scrolled down his profile and looked at the last post on there. 24th of March 2014. Two years ago. It was from a guy named Tyler Posey and it read: Dylan where are you mate? Haven't heard from you in so long. Getting worried. I lifted an eyebrow. That was strange to say the least. I scrolled further down. The next post was from the 5th of January and it was a picture of him and the same woman that had picked him up from the bus station - his mother I guessed - next to a christmas tree. Blessed to have this boy as my son, it read. It was all so odd. I scrolled down and down and everything I saw would be considered as completely normal if I didn't know what Dylan was really like today. Something changed him. Something that happened between January and March 2014. And I really wanted to know what that was. I looked at the about page on his profile. Birthday: 26th of August 1991, making him 25. Work and education: not shown. Place he lives: Los Angeles. Contact information: Ask Dylan for his phone number. Ask Dylan for his email. Relationship: not shown. The only thing on there was how old he was and in what city he lived. My phone then suddenly rang. Sofia.
"Hey girl." She shouted. "Got your message! I'm definitely up for a drink. When and where?" I smiled.
"I can get to Macy's in about ten minutes." I suggested.
"Sounds great. Do I bring Michael?"
"I'd rather not. I really need a girl talk right now, sorry." I felt a little bad for saying no but as sweet as Michael was, he didn't have to know this exact problem.
"No problem at all hun. I'll see you there." And with that she hung up. I put my phone back in my pocket and grabbed my coat from the hanger. I poked my head through the door and into the kitchen. Mom and Mike were still sitting at the table, discussing something. They looked up when they heard me come in.
"I'm gonna go now." I said. "Thanks for dinner mom, see you next week." I quickly pecked her cheek and gave Mike a pat on the shoulder. "See you Tuesday brother." Then I left. I started the engine of my car and took off with only one thing on my mind: what in the world had happened to Dylan?
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Fanfiction"I'm a dirty minded, horny pervert. I hope that's not a problem for you." ________________________ When Jess met Dylan, she had no clue how much her life would change. She went from going for the boys that were insanely beautiful to the boy...
