Dreamstate

4-Hero

The old lady sets the tray of lemonade down in front of Dillon and I. She pauses with her hands on the edge of the table, I watch as her hands clench on the light colored wood. I've seen this before, on The West channel, sometimes the cowboy gets really mad but can't show it yet so he clenches something. Is she mad? I lean forward to see where she's looking, the camera always zooms in on where the cowboy is looking. Her dark eyes wrinkle the space between the table and Dillon's foot.

Oh no.

"I am so sick and tired of these boys being so disrespectful." she mutters under her breath. I hear it, but Dillon is too busy texting someone on his phone.

Thankfully, he catches wind of her saying something though and is kind enough to acknowledge it by looking up at her in question. When he has judged her body language, he slowly puts his phone in his pocket after pressing three buttons, two buttons being the same. "You okay, ma'am?" I roll my eyes because of his ignorance to the reason behind her silence, and I'm the one without friends.

His right hand stays with his phone, as it half sits in his pocket and half in the palm of his big hands. The lady mumbles a couple of syllables that not even I can make out. Dillon and I both lean closer, and I try not to reach out to him in order to warn him of the impending storm coming his way, but I fear any movement will trigger something.

I tried moving my mouth into the words I want to say in an obnoxious way so he can look over. She can't see my mouth and he can't see my eyes if I use that, and I don't know how to wiggle my ears or my nose so far in various directions in order to capture his attention. He notices my motions and his cheeks puff out a little, he's smiling, my lordie lord lord. The Dillon McCoy is smiling at me, AGAIN!

I'm distracted as I admire his straight white teeth, and his strong jawline. There's just something about a strong jawline that gets a girl going, and I don't know what it is yet, but boy am I willing to find out...with him.

EW! Senna Roy! If PaJa and Sarah can hear you right now! They would force me to change diapers until I forget about doing anything with Dillon. I think about the smell, the nasty feeling as it squishes in the diaper you have to wrap up in order to dispose of it properly.

Yup, no naughty thinking for a loooong time.

I look into Dillon's brown eyes and nearly gag, ew brown is not my favorite color right now.

"Take your feet off my table." she mutters slightly louder, but again Dillon is distracted by something. My eyes widen in fear for his life, why in the world is he staring at me smiling when the old lady is giving out creepy signals???

I try so hard to tell him. Really I did, I shifted in my seat, I tried doing that mouth thing again, I tried wording it to him, but it seems he was destined to get smacked in the back of the head by her, no matter how wide I moved my mouth around . I literally cringed when the sharp sound her slightly wrinkled hand made hard contact with his head.

"Ow! Lady! What was that for?!"

"What is up with you kids and being so disrespectful these days? Didn't your mama ever tell you not to put your feet up on other people's tables?!" Tristan walks in with a tight black and yellow football shirt and shorts that could be classified by the track team as their uniform shorts, "dude, when the hell did I put this Shit in there and how the hell is it still there? Don't you clean your car?"