Wherever You Are [COMPLETED]

IV. Trippin'

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IV. Trippin'

“Wake up, sleepy head.”

I groan and roll around in my bed, pulling the sheets over my face hoping to shut out reality.

“Hey!” the voice repeated again, pulling the covers off of me in the process. I groan again and hide my head under the pillow. The bed bounced up and down from his constantly shifting weight.

“Oh my god, get up already, Abby.”

“No…” I groan. This was getting annoying. Couldn’t he just let me sleep?

For the past two weeks, Dylan and I have become closer than I’d ever imagine. If you told me a month ago that I was packing for not just a trip to Philadelphia – but a trip to Philadelphia to live with Dylan Rivers – I’d laugh in your face and push you out the window or something. Okay, maybe I wouldn’t push you out the window, given that there probably wouldn’t have been a window nearby. Not that I’d push you out if you were near a window – Okay I’ll stop.

Well, me and Dylan, I wouldn’t say we’re best friends, but given the situation, we kind of are. He spends all his time with me and I do the same. We go to Rita’s almost every day. He’s basically a pro at the bus stations now, having travelled to center city and back by himself one day when I got mad and left him there. I know, it was mean of me but he was being a jerk.

Once I got to know him better (not voluntarily, of course) I realized that he’s just a normal guy. Under all the skin and muscle, though. I still never found out why he did the things he did back home and I thought it would be better to just ignore it for now and savor the moment. It was summer vacation and I shouldn’t bring school up during it. That would be a sin.

“Okay, I give up.” I feel the weight shift off of my bed and I sigh in bliss. Finally, I thought. Just as I was about to fall into dreamland again, Dylan shrieks in amazement. I almost sit up from the surprise but I keep my composure under the pillow.

“Whoa!” I hear him shuffling around my room. “You really DO love pink, Abby,” he states. As if you didn’t notice, I thought. Let’s see: Pink room, pink bed, pink tote bag, pink underwear- Crap. THAT’s what he was amazed about. I shoot up from my bed and run over to the hamper. As expected, in Dylan’s hands are the two pink cups that I wore yesterday.

“Oh my god, Dyl. Put them down!” I exclaimed, using my nickname for him.

“No.”

“Why not?” I asked, tapping my foot impatiently.

“Because you didn’t wake up when I told you to, so why should I put these down when you tell me to?” he retorted childishly.

“I was tired, Dyl,” I stated blankly.

“I can see that,” he chuckled. “Nice bra,” he said while examining the two cups in his hands. “I didn’t know you were this big-”

“Oh my god!” I charged for him and pulled a #yolo moment. I tackled him to the floor and tried to grab the pink, frilled bra out of his hands. He kept it out of my reach, however. I continued squirming and trying to reach for the bra that was dangled above his head, sustained with one arm. His other arm held me close to his body so that I couldn’t get the dangling bra.

“UGH!” I exhaled as I tried to reach for the bra for the thousandth time. “GIVE. ME. IT.”

“No,” he stated bluntly. “I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine.”