After a long week of school, Dylan picked me up from the gates and told me he was taking me on an adventure. On the way to our secret destination he bought me the 'famous' mango ice cream from his local bakery. He covered my eyes as we neared the place and when I opened them I saw the most beautiful beach I could imagine. We started to walk along the beach and he told me about his life here. I had imagined a parallel universe to be the opposite, but it was crazy similar. The money, laws, people, animals. Everything was the same as I assumed our world was, but I did wish my mum had let me outside more often so I could have explored and compared it. They didn't have country or state names here and they were just separated into small towns. Dylan's small town he lived in was called Ashville and it was by the coast.
I had never been to a real beach before, and god damn it was beautiful. The smell of salt water calmed me and the dry sand between my bare toes felt like silk. Dylan held my hand and pulled me down towards the light blue water. Spinning me around he pulled me closer to him and we stood at the shore where the small waves were washing up little white seashells over our cold feet. The sun set over the beach, radiating colors of red, orange, pink and purple. Seagulls flew around in circles chasing each other and making loud disturbing noises that made Dylan and I laugh. He wrapped me in his warm arms and I sighed, exhausted.
"Long day?" He whispered in my ear, pulling me closer.
"Very." I replied, wanting to explain to him how much I was starting to dislike school but too exhausted to speak another word.
Dylan let go of me and my knees weakened. He picked me up and threw me onto his back and carried me along the beach and the rest of the way home.
When we got inside, I went straight to the lounge room and collapsed on the large black sofa. Dylan came in, snuggled up next to me and switched on the TV. Flicking past boring fishing documentaries, cooking shows and advertisements we finally settled on a movie that was playing called 'The Titanic'. Dylan got up and fished some leftover Thai from the kitchen that I had spent last night cleaning and organizing for him. We spent the rest of our night watching the movie, eating cold rice, telling stupid jokes, laughing and cuddling.
It felt so wrong, to be so in love with Dylan and my life in this universe. It felt so wrong that not one part of me missed home or my parents. It felt wrong to have fallen asleep on a complete stranger that night, when I should have fallen asleep in my own bed where my parents knew I was safe.
- im in love with their love. omg i cant even.
