Your Mistake (INCREDIBLY SLOW UPDATES)

Anxitey

(I did read over this and edit. Do not comment about errors. It pisses me off severely.)

And no. I am not Turkish
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Riley's POV

"Merhaba, Dylan!" I said grinning as I sat down on the chair at that counter.

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me shaking his head, and taking the bacon off the stove. "You need help." He said turning his head to look at me. "Like professional help."

I rolled my eyes still grinning at him. "Whatever. You know you love me." I said waving it off.

"What does merhaba even mean?" he asked as he poured me and himself a glass of orange juice, sliding the cup over to me.

I lifted the cup up to my lips and took a loud obnoxious gulp causing Dylan to turn and glare at me. He knew I knew he hated it when I swallowed loudly.

"It's hello in Turkish." I said throwing him a smile as he slid over a plate of bacon and a banana pancake to me as he sat across from me with his own plate.

"When did you learn to say hello in Turkish?" Dylan asked his eyes narrowed before he shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth.

I shrugged. "Dunno. Sometime between last night and this morning." I said between forkfuls of pancake.

Dylan just shook his head before eating. I smiled in satisfactory before diving into my own plate again.

Dylan suddenly looked up staring at me. "Why do you smell different?" His eyes were narrowed and his features hard.

On the inside I froze. But outside I remained calm-ish. "Dunno. Maybe it's perfume." I said before turning my head and drinking the orange juice.

I knew why.

"No. You smell like," Dylan's eyes widened before he got out if his seat, grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bathroom.

"You smell like Alex. Why." He asked his arms crossed.

I didn't say anything as I pursed my lips, my arms also crossed.

Dylan sighed, I crossing his arms before pulling my hair roughly to the side.

"Hey!" I protested as he turned my head to the side staring at the mark.

"He marked you!?" He burst out,letting go of my head making me roll my eyes then run the spot he violently pulled my hair from.

"First off, ow!" I yelled at him giving him a perplexed look. "Second off, it's not your business but if you must know, it happened last night when we were making out." I said shyly smiling still rubbing the spot on my head.

Dylan sighed rubbing his temples. "So are you guys together now? Like officially?"

I shook my head. "No. He never asked me out so for now, we're taking it slow."

"You do know that you now smell like him, and your marked as his. Everyone will know." Dylan said stating the obvious.

"Yes I know, thank you Captain Obvious." Dylan rolled his eyes at my sarcasm before sighing and leaving the bathroom, me trailing behind as I did a little victory dance.

I love irritating him.

We were sitting in the kitchen debating The Walking Dead.

"Are you kidding me!" I said rolling at him before popping a blackberry into my mouth. "Daryl is much more badass then Rick is." I said shaking my head.