What Am I?

Chapter 9

It was the end of August. Fall had began to set in. The green leaves that were stubbornly affixed to the trees had stated into acquire a tincture of red and orange. They were getting ready to fall from the trees that has borne them for so long. Some people had already started designing their Halloween costumes.

There was a small field, a little away from the main city. There were not many people around which made it peaceful. One could sit there for hours, without knowing how time passed by.

Dylan sat he in that field, alone, with his eyes shut. His life was such a hochpoch that he couldn't think about anything.

"Dude learn to answer your phone." 

Dylan had a mini heart attack on suddenly hearing someone's voice. On opening his eyes he saw Max standing in front of him. Max came and sat next to Dylan. None of them said anything.   Finally gathering up the courage Dylan said,

"I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. You know I would never do that. It just happened, in a flash of a second. And on top of that you know my temper. I was already troubled about something and then I removed it all on you...it's just so screwed up."

Max looked at Dylan with complete amazement. He had never heard Dylan say so much in a single breath.

"When did you start giving me explanations? It's okay. You know, you didn't remove your frustration on me. You removed it on Andrea. You removed the anger of shouting at Andrea in front of everyone on me."

"I guess you're right."

"Have you spoken to her since yesterday?"

Dylan's face said it that he hadn't. Max told him to sit in the car so that they could drive back and Dylan could apologise to Andrea.

"I'll tell Brianda that you're with me."

After they reached, Max drove Dylan to Andrea's house and left. Andrea was alone at home. He went in and sat on the couch.

"Andrea listen...I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. You know I wouldn't do that on purpose. I just have a lot going on right now."

"Dylan," she came close to him and held his face in her hands.

"you love me right? so you need to tell me what's going on. I met Brianda on the way home. She told me that you broke a vase on your hand the other night. No wonder you've been wearing your jacket everyday. Tell me what's wrong."

Dylan didn't want to involve Andrea in it, but he had no choice. He could no longer keep her in the dark. He made her sit and told her everything.

"So basically your left hand isn't in your control. So you've been acting weird because of this?"

"Ya..."

"Well, is it in your control now?" she asked with a smirk.

Dylan wondered what she meant till she told him. His hand was unzipping her jumpsuit. He could feel her milk smooth back. His gentle touches on Andrea's back gave her goosebumps. They leaned in, closer and closer, till her raspberry chap -stick lips didn't meet his cold but soft ones.

He took his face into his hands and pulled her even closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his hand tracing down the line on her back. He got up, without breaking their kiss, and carried her to the bedroom. 

He shut the door behind him and lay her on the bed. She held his t-shirt and pulled it out. Her beautiful white jumpsuit was on the other end of the room. He held her thin waist while dropping soft kisses on her neck. Neither of them realised how the night went by.