As weeks and weeks go one, Dylan and I become closer. Scratch that, the whole crew of Teen Wolf and I become closer.
More and more, I sleep over at Dylan's, but nothing interesting happens.
Present time, Dylan, Holland, Tyler (aka wolf boy), Dylan S., and I are all in Dylan's kitchen.
"Let's go to the club!" Tyler proposed. We all nodded our heads in agreement, having no other ideas on what to do on a Friday night.
As we drive up, I see that Tyler drove us to the same club from the time Dylan referred to me as his 'girlfriend'. I was 19 then, but now I'm 20.
Yes, they forgot about my birthday. But its ok, I liked spending it alone. I treated myself with a shopping spree, and got ice cream.
"Shit, I forgot you have to be twenty one, wait your twenty." Dylan says turning to me and slurs the 'twenty'. "Oh, you turned twenty already," he scratches the back of his neck. "Yes, for three weeks now. But its fine, I wanted to spend it alone." I reassure him.
He doesn't do anything else but smile. God that smile. It could kill someone.
The night was filled with alcohol and sloppy dancing. I was the designated driver, obviously. But I still had a good time.
"I gotta tell you someting!" Dylan shouts at me, being two feet away from me on the dance floor.
"What?" I laugh, hearing his drunken voice in my ear.
"I like you, like like you. And I know you want this sexy body." He winks at the last part.
Not wanting to ask about it, I just laugh it off. But then I felt a pair of warm lips on mine.
He had just kissed me. Holy hell.
I suddenly kiss back, and he smirks into the kiss.
"I knew you liked liked me!" He giggles. "I've wanted to do dat for awhile now!" He says, not sober.
I knew I shouldn't have kissed back, but I fell for it. I fell for his puppy eyes. I needed this happiness.
After that, the night turned from sloppy dancing, to sloppy kisses. Dylan always found a chance to kiss me, and I always kissed back.
Eventually, they others saw, and when they did, they whistled and hollered, obviously wanting us to be together.
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I suddenly get up from Dylan's couch, wiping the sweat off of my forehead. I look over to see Dylan sleeping peacefully on the love seat.
I had been driving myself crazy with anxiety and doubts. Am I really ready for this kind of relationship? Was there even going to be a relationship? Was it just a few sloppy drunk kisses?
Questions filled my head, doing everything but calming me down. "Good morning" I hear Dylan say, sitting up from the love seat.
Remembering he was drinking last night, and most likely has a hangover, I get up and get him a glass of water. I bring it to him, which he returns with a smile.
Silence fills the room as he sips his water, trying to fully wake up. "Last night," Dylan mumbles, just loud enough so I can hear.
Here we go, rejection. Go ahead, tell me that your not interested and you still want to be friends. Crush my strong developed feelings for you. Just do it.
"Just because I was drunk, doesn't mean that I didn't mean what I said. I like you a lot, Maddie. And by some of those kisses last night, I'm assuming you like me back." He says, chuckling at the last part.
I sigh in relief, having all the doubts and weight lifted off of me. I smile back, nodding my head.
"So, what are we then?" I ask. "Not sure," He takes a sip of his water, and the looks at me. "If we do go into a relationship, it's gonna be rough. The media, the hate," He says, looking away, with doubt in his eyes.
"I can get through it, we can get through it." I smile, hugging him.
"Let's do this," I say, exiting the hug.
"Okay, let's take on this bitch. Together." He says smiling
