Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Fourteen- Yeah, Right When Pigs Fly (Firefly)

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Chapter Fourteen- Yeah, Right When Pigs Fly (Firefly)

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          Dylan turned off the car and pulled the keys out. I was still in a state of shock. His house is fucking huge! Dylan opened the car door and stepped out of his car. I soon followed behind. He grabbed my hand and opened the front door. Tingles spread up my arm from Dylan's touch.

   

          I walked inside his house and it was just as big and beautiful as the outside. He lead me up a spiral staircase. He's most likely going to his room. When we reached the top he stopped at the first door to the right. He didn't waste any time in opening the door and letting us both in. He let go of my hand and I observed his room. He had posters of lots of bands on his walls, a desk where his laptop was sitting in the corner, and a king size bed with black sheets. Typical bad boy room. I chuckled in my head but that's when realization hit me.

          I was in the bad boy's house.

          If you would have told me a few weeks ago that I would be in Dylan's bedroom and that I would be on speaking terms with him, I would have laughed in your face then politely instructed you where the mentally slow people were. It's a bit hearse but come on what's the bad boy of Riverwoods High want with me? And my point has been proven.

   

          I turned to my right to see Dylan taking off his shirt.

   

          Okay now let me repeat that DYLAN WOOD IS TAKING OFF HIS SHIRT!!! Hi yes now that I have your attention you see my dilemma.

   

          My cheeks burned and I was pretty sure they were scarlet red. My heart started to race and I was sure it would jump out of my chest. Even though his back was to me I could still see his prominent muscle definition on his back. Damn he's hot. I could not stop staring but I knew I had too. Look away, Snow, before you make a fool out of yourself. I looked down at the floor and heard movement in the room. I didn't notice until now but I had closed my eyes so it made me use my hearing more.

   

          Suddenly the movement stopped and I could feel his gaze on me. Foot steps started toward me and stopped right in front of me. My heart started to beat faster in anticipation, I felt his body heat radiating off him. Hands cupped my cheeks and lifted my face but I didn't open my eyes.

"Open your eyes, Snow." Dylan said softly. I shook my head.

"No your not wearing a shirt." I said. Dylan chuckled at my stubbornness  but I could careless.

"Oh, is little miss Snow White blushing." he teased. I opened my eyes and glared at him. He knew I hated it when he referred to me as the princess, Snow White.