Ana
It has been two days since I have pissed off Dylan. He wouldn't even look at me. He would ignore me if I tried to talk to him or leave the room when I entered.
I feel hopeless. And then my best friend is using less communication with everyone in the household. After she lost her baby, she has been out of work for two days at the moment.
She told me that Jonathan has thought about taking her out on vacation on a cruise to get away for a couple of weeks to ease their minds off of the miscarriage. I wouldn't blame them.
However, that means I'm stuck with Dylan.
3 days later..
I sighed at the sight of Dylan with Lelia on the couch teaching her ABC's and 123's. It was too cute. I start guiding my way towards the kitchen but I was stopped when small arms hugging my legs. It was Lelia, she is so beautiful, looking just like her father.
"Hello, Anna." She said sweetly.
I smiled swooping her off her feet giving her a trillion kisses and hugs. She giggles mumbling no and stop in the baby way. I glanced at Dylan seeing he had a smile on his face. Eventually, me and Dylan lock eyes again. And I see them as apologizing eyes.
He pats the seat next to him. My eyes went wide as I walk over next to him. He held his hands out as I give him Lelia and sit Lelia on the spot he patted. My heart dropped at the sight of it.
I figured he didn't want me so I ignored him and walked away going into the kitchen. I had my back turn as I take a sip of water. Suddenly, I felt another body press into mine and a warm breath tickle my ear.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles. I turn around facing a pair of chocolate eyes and careless his face. He pulls away, walking off.
What have I done now? Why is he so confusing? I wanted to go after him. But I just couldn't. My feet wouldn't move.
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Dylan and I have kept our distance for two hours and I've been brooding in my room with the lights off and the only light coming from my television onto my walls and above my head.
I feel pretty ashamed of my curiosity. I believe Dylan will never like me in that sort of way like I do. The last time I heard Dylan's presence was the front door opening and closing. I guess he is taking Lelia home to her mother. It surprised me about the divorce, they were madly in love in high school and college, or so I thought. He wouldn't shut up about her. But now it's like he never really cared that much about her, now he seems to only be worried about getting Leila. Which he shouldn't be, I mean he is the worlds best father. She adores him and I've never seen Leila happier with her mother. She was always wanting her dad. I know that Dylan said he wanted Liz and I to testify in court on his behalf. I wasn't nervous. I knew that especially with Liz and I, he would win. He could win by himself, anyone with half a brain could see the love he has for her. And not only that, he has more money and he has his own place.
But I will be devastated when he leaves here, he's not that far away but it still is too far for my liking.
I am very suspicious of what is running through his head. Maybe he is too afraid to speak how he feels or is not ready to fully open up to me because of the divorce. Maybe he's too busy thinking about Leila and I shouldn't be selfish.
As I sat there scrolling through twitter, I have an idea of how I want Dylan to open up fully.
I was going to make him jealous, it's not really the best plan but this is when I need to use Justin since he had used me for years. Plan A should become successful immediately if not then there is always a Plan B. Which I don't even know of right now.
Justin would not even know it. Karma is really a bitch and a pain in the ass. Hopefully, this will go very brilliantly as planned. Even though, a lot of the time jealousy never works.
It scares me, I hope Liz won't be mad at me. I don't want her to think I'm trying to cause Dylan pain if he does love me. But I can't tell her. I can't tell anyone. I would ask Justin to help me, but using him is something he can't know about. I need Dylan. I don't care what happens as long as I don't lose him. I can't lose him.
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Chasing Love
Storie d'amoreWhen we were younger, we always wanted to room in with our best friend after high school, and in college. Most likely, some stay close but others lose contact. Two best friends, since they were three, finally granted their own wishes by moving in t...