Who's the One?

Chapter 3

"Of course I remember you. How could anyone forget Dylan McGregor." I smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." A smirk plays over Dylan's lips.

I laugh, "Where do I start? I've got a twisted ankle, a slight concussion, and apparently I was hypothermic."

He chuckles, "Lily I swear that could only happen to you. How did it happen anyway?" He takes a seat to my right.

"Well we were having a party for Doug's birthday. It was winding down so I started cleaning up. I was walking behind someone who was sitting by the pool, he pushed his chair back and I went head first into the shallow end of the pool. On the way down I twisted my ankle, and well I guess I hit my head pretty hard. Thankfully Doug and Max acted quickly, because I was unconscious. And now? Well here I am." I shrug my shoulders. Like this happens all the time.

"And here I was with a sprained wrist, feeling sorry for myself ", he says with a smile.

I laugh, "Yeah Dylan, I could have died." Wow. I could've died. I just fully realized this. Saying the words out loud made me feel even luckier. Too real, change the subject. "So, how'd you sprain it?"

"Football. I fell and my hand moved in a weird way and I got this intense pain in my wrist."

"Ouch, sounds painful. I didn't experience much of the pain until I woke up, by that time it dulled. Anyways, when did you get back?"

"Around eight last night. My old man got transferred back here. I would've called,but you know, unpacking and all."

"Yeah, of course. Welcome back."

"Thanks." He gives me a small smile. "I'm really glad to be back. I've really missed this place, it's home you know? It was always so busy in New York. It's like no one really took time to enjoy life, they were just speeding through it."

"I would've thought it was pretty glamourous living there. Just outside looking in, I guess."

"Don't get me wrong, some places were great, but we lived in a business area. My dad said most people around us were lawyers, businessmen, or politicians. Guess they wanted to be close to work."

"That doesn't sound like a fun environment. But I'm sure it wasn't all bad. What was your best experience?" I look at him sitting there, he looks like he's deep in thought.

"I'm not sure. I made friends and we went to the movies and the mall. Being around them I guess."

"Any special friends?" I tease.

"Um. No. Well kinda. Her name is Alice. We went on like three dates. I don't know, it just felt forced. I tried to...enhance my character."

I frown, "So you didn't feel like you could be yourself? You shouldn't feel that way, ever. You're great."

He moves a hand to his chest, "Oh Lily, I'm touched." He laughs and I join him. "So how about you?"

"What about me?"

"Did you go out with anyone?"

"Oh no. I've been a single gal."

He laughs, "Gal? Really? Who says that anymore?"

"Shut up." I laugh.

"So why haven't you dated?"

"I'm busy, you know? I just-"

A nurse came in, "We found you a room sweetie."

"Oh, okay. You'll contact my parents right?"

"Of course. You can rest easy."

"Thank you." I look at Dylan. "We'll talk later?"

"Yeah. We'll talk later." He gives me one more smile, then walks away.

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After I've been situated in the room Mom walks in with my stuff.

"Hey Mom. Did Dad come too?"

"Yes, he's parking the car. How are you feeling?"

"Good. Better than earlier. My headache is going away."

"That's good to hear sweetie. Your father and I were so worried." She holds my hand.

"There's no need to be Mom. The nurses are nice. I even got a surprise visitor today."

"Really? One of the girls drop by?"

"No, actually. It was Dylan." Mom's eyes widen. "Yeah, his family got back yesterday."

"Well that's nice, but how did he know you were here?"

"He didn't. He sprained his wrist, and he happened to see me and came by my bed." I shrug, trying to act nonchalant.

"Well lucky you. What's he been up to? How is he?"

"He seems good. Unpacking, you know settling in."

"Oh, so they're back for good?"

"Yeah, Mr. McGregor got transferred back here."

Dad walks in, "Hey Honeybee! Look at you. You look better."

"Hey Dad, feeling better."

"Good, we need to get you home."

"So Honey, the McGregors are back", Mom says, smiling big.

"No kidding. That's good news."

"Yeah, Dylan was by my bed earlier. We talked for a bit."

"Good, that's real good, I always liked him. Real respectful. When's he coming over?"

"Dad we talked. It's not like we're back together or anything. Just talked." A blush spreads over my cheeks. "But if you wanted, we could still have him over, as a friend."

Mom gives me a knowing smile. "Well that's a great idea Hun. We can have his parents come too. Like a 'welcome back' dinner. I could cook up something special. What do you say?" Mom looks between Dad and I.

"I'm fine with that."

"Of course Honey, anything you want."

Mom's face lights up. "Oh it'll be great. I'll get on it right now. I'll make your favorite, extra cheesey lasagna, a salad, I may even make some garlic bread. Oh we can do this tomorrow night-"

"Woah Mom, still in the hospital here", Dad and I laugh at her excitement.

"Right. Okay Friday, you'll be fine by then."

"Better. Mom it's just dinner, don't go overboard, please."

"Oh don't worry Hun, it'll be fine."

"I'm starting to get sleepy."

"You should sleep, you'll be on a weird sleeping schedule for a while. But sleep when you can. Dad and I will be here."

With that I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

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