Ashbourne's Powers

Chapter 8

*DYLINS POV*

I hear knocking as I'm about to head into the bathroom, and go downstairs. Jay is outside, and so I open the door, and let him in.

"I still feel awful about what happened. About how I yelled at you." I say as I close the door. "Really. Don't be. It's not your fault. What you felt last night is not your fault." He walks into the living room with me and sits down. "Well I still feel bad for taking it out on you and making you feel bad for me. I don't like it. That's why I don't talk about it." I say. "And I said its fine. I honestly should have realized that you've never mentioned your dad to me. Now let's stop talking about it. I don't want you to be upset." He says to me with a smile.

I agree, and move on. I step inside the kitchen and get him a glass of water. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to go to the bathroom." I hurry up the stairs so I can go to the bathroom and change fast so he's not alone for too long.

*JAY'S POV*

She runs up the stairs and I am left alone. The house is quiet, and I can't help but think it's probably like that a lot. I walk to the shelves in the living room, and see many pictures of her and some of her mom, but not very many of them together. They must not do much together because of her schedule. I see some pictures of Dylin with another girl as kids. All of them have Dylin's biggest and best smiles. I see a few of the books she's had with her at school, along with a few figurines and a vase full of beautiful flowers. I take a sip of water as I hear her footsteps coming downstairs. She turns the corner and is in a beautiful blue shirt with daisies all over it, and a white lace sweater, with light wash shorts on. She's holding yellow high-top shoes in one hand and her phone in the other. She puts her shoes by the door and comes into the living room with me.

"Wow. You look.." I try to say something, but I just can't. She smiles shyly and locks her fingers together, not knowing what to do. 

"Sorry. I just-" I get stop when she puts her hand up. "It's totally fine. I'm honored to be complimented." 

Her smile is blinding when she sees the picture frame I'm holding in her hand. She walks up to me and takes it from me. "This was my childhood best friend, Dahlia. We spent every waking moment together. I almost knew her house more than my own. She moved away a while ago but she tries to visit." She speaks fondly and her bright smile turns nostalgic.

"That's sweet Dylin. I can tell you love her." I say, never taking my eyes off of her. She smiles up at me and gently puts the picture back. 

"So, what do you plan on doing today?" i ask her. She smiles big. "Well, i was gonna go shopping for groceries, and then practice a bit. Wanna join?" She offers with a smile that i can't refuse.

"I'd love too." I say. 

We head to the store, and end up having a lot of fun together. I push her around in the cart and she directs me where to go. We joke and laugh with each other, and we check out with all the things she needs. 

We get back to her house, me carrying most of the bags. "You know, I'm starting to think you just wanted me to come so I could carry these for you."

She looks back and smirks at me as she walks through the door. "Maybe I did." she laughs and puts the bags on the counter, helping me put all the bags in my hands down too. I roll my eyes and give her a little glare as we finish, and she laughs once more. We successfully put all of the groceries away, her helping me figure out where things go, and then she grabs her bag and we head to the theatre.

Once there, I sit at the edge of the stairs and look around, and when I look back Dylin is off stage facing away from me, and taking her shirt off. I take in a breath and turn away quickly, and soon she comes out again in a tank top and leggings. She asks me to turn on the music, and I see her face change from happiness to full concentration and utter determination. Her movements are graceful yet filled with to much energy. She looks as if it comes naturally to her, but I know that she must've spent so long on this routine. I can almost see every muscle in her body working together to form something magnificent. Soon she's finished, and for a while she's totally in her head, going over movements, correcting poses and statures along the way. By the time she's done, it has gotten dark outside and the streetlights guide our way back to her house, the moon peeking through a blanket of clouds. 

She flops down on her couch, her body tired. "What do you want for dinner?" I ask, my chin resting in my hands as I lean on the counter. She sits up, and just says one thing: "Chinese food." then flops back down onto the couch again. I chuckle to myself as I get the phone, and call in an order of fried rice, egg drop soup, and two orders of sweet and sour chicken. The food is delivered here, and her head pokes into view as her eyes follow me from the door to the counter as I unpack the bag and give her her food. She holds up her arms out in front of her and extends her hands like a toddler who wants a new toy or a piece of candy, and it looks absolutely adorable. I tease her a bit by keeping it just out of reach from her, and laugh as her fingertips graze the container, just above her. She scrunches up her face and looks at me with pleading hunger, and I roll my eyes and lower it to her. A smile graces her face and spreads from ear to ear as she opens the container and stuffs her mouth with food, intent on devouring every last bit. 

I sit down next to her and we put on movies, and before we know it the coffee table is covered in empty containers of food, and our eyelids are droopy with our food coma in full swing. Mine shoot open, however when I feel her head fall onto my arm and a sweet scent of flowers and vanilla fills my nose. I smile softly at her, her face looking so innocent and peaceful. I stand up, and lay her down on the couch, putting a blanket over her and quietly cleaning up and leaving through the front door.