Finish Line

18

Sometimes our problems seem bigger than they are. Sometimes we have to change our minds to see the bigger picture. You have too look at them from a higher perspective for them to get smaller. 

This was the start to my latest article. Boston assigned a moving piece. Something inspiration. Something to open this week's edition. He picked me to open this weeks edition. He said he loved the first few sentences and couldn't wait to hear the rest. 

I had been planning to move back to California soon. I know that I can't run but after the wedding, I'm moving back. Mom and Austin will be on their honeymoon and they'll have each other to keep company. Dylan is leaving soon, along with Max and Derek. There's a good chance I won't see Dylan again for awhile after this. Which is probably for the best. 

The wedding is coming closer and closer. Only three weeks and it will be here. Only three weeks and I will be gone. I'm almost scared to go back home after spending the summer here. It'll be a breath of fresh air but when I get there it's go go go. I'll be working for Boston full time, while still going to school, and of course keeping my job at the coffee shop in town. I couldn't just give something like that up. 

Ally has been busy lately. She has been working all summer and paying rent for the apartment. I owe her big time. I've been helping out best I can but we had an agreement before I went to Seattle. Keshawn had also moved in for the summer while he looked for a place which he is moving into next week. I miss them both. 

It's crazy to think all of this is coming to an end. Dylan's name is still tanned into my back. I haven't had the time to try and even it out. It wasn't really a priority. 

I really am going to miss all this. The craziness of these people and the constant entertainment that comes with them being around. I need to go back however. I have people there who need me more than the people here need me. 

Besides, the reason I've stayed so long in the first place has a child with his crazy ex. How is this real? I know that we tried to prove that it wasn't his kid but I saw the look in Belle's eyes. She wasn't lying when she said it was his kid. I know that much for sure. I can't deny that the kid looks like him. 

Suddenly, there's a knock at my door. It's Dylan. Holding his child. I roll my eyes and open the door. 

"I need your help," He pleads as he enters. I roll my eyes once again before closing the door behind him. 

"What with," I ask as he sits down with a diaper bag in one hand and Jack in the other. 

"I don't know how to take care of this kid and Belle left him with me. I don't know what to do and he hasn't stopped crying since she dropped him off," He seems desperate, "I tried changing his diaper which was disgusting and it didn't help." 

"Good to know," I take the baby out of Dylan's incapable hands and bring him over the the kitchen, "bring me the bag." 

He follows my instructions as I begin to rock the baby. His cries begin to silence as I rock him back and forth. I instruct Dylan to heat the bottle and test it on his wrist. He follows my directions and proceeds accordingly. Finally he hands me to bottle and I rock Jack slowly to sleep. He watches carefully, taking mental notes of each step.

"How did you do that," He asks, as we sit on the couch. Jack is sleeping between us as we sprawl across the couch, creating a small crib around him. 

"It was pretty easy, Dylan," I laugh at his confusion in the process. 

"I feel like this kid hates me," He angrily throws his head back against a pillow. I laugh at this. 

"He doesn't hate you Dyl, he hardly knows you," I reassure him. He sits up and gives me the most firm look I've ever seen in my life.