Dorming With Dyson(Coming Soon)

"Confessions"

Marcia Grace

I was walking around for hours on end trying to get a hold of Dyson. Mind you, it was late at night and the cool breeze that was washing up from the Hudson River near by was not helping.

I could not find him anywhere, but what was I expecting? We were in New York City for gods sake. I huffed and decided to take a stroll through Central Park. I was close to giving up on finding him but as I was just about to turn a corner, there he was. Sitting alone staring up at the star filled sky. Not paying attention to the few people that were walking by. He seemed very deep in thought, he had his hands entangled in one another resting on his legs that were slightly spread apart and were covered by the Adidas track pants he had on.

I took a deep breath, I had so many questions. I couldn't even bring myself to walk over there until I heard the sounds of what sounded like a bike horn and a manly voice yell out, "Look out!" But before I could even respond I was laying on the floor with what felt like a horse laying on top of me but in reality ended up being a heavy pounded man. I groaned at the pain and pressure I felt on my back and front. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The man said as he laid there on top of me, my oxygen was cutting loose as the seconds went by. So dramatic, Marcia, and I couldn't speak. Instead I waved my hands up in the air like a crazy person before a way too familiar voice came over and screamed, "Hey, get off of her!". I forgot he was still here. Dyson helped the man off of me as the guy jut continued to apologize. I sat up and held my hand up. "It's okay, no worries. I didn't see you!" Heck, I didn't even know people rode bikes this late at night. Another day, I would've been pissed off that this happen but the guy seemed truly sorry about this. In plus it isn't like he did it on purpose.

Forgetting that Dyson was standing there when he held out his hand for me to get up. I looked at him then his hand, I grabbed it and softly pulled myself up. The feeling of his warm--soft yet hard and masculine hand over mine was just enough to send tingles through my entire body. It was weird. Sort of, deja vu.

When he pulled me up from the floor he never once broke eye contact with me. It seemed like everything around us was at a pause and the only thing that really mattered was us, in that moment. I don't know why I suddenly felt the way I did. It was so weird, it was the first time I had been around Dyson and felt this connection. Looking up to his face, I took the time to take in his features.

He was truly beautiful. There were no bruises or marks from the fight he and Henry had. I look down to his hand that was still entangle in mine and noticed a few cuts and bruises. Noticing that his hand was still in mine, I quickly pulled away blushing. I dusted off my pants in a way of hiding my burning cheeks. I looked back up to him slowly and his gaze on me never left. So many words unsaid, so many questions unanswered but I could still see the emotion in his eyes.

I cleared my throat feeling that this was getting too serious and I guess he caught up when he quickly looked away then back at me. Noticing all his features change his whole demeanor was different, hard - angry.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice was filled with so much anger.

"I was-looking for y-you" I stuttered out suddenly feeling clammy.

"Why?" He cut me off completely, his gaze still hard.

I shrugged in response, "I wanted to talk to you. Henry told me why you guys fought an-"

"It doesn't matter anymore" He interrupted.

"What doesn't matter?" I asked,

"You" A sudden rush of sadness filled me up. As much as I didn't want them to fight about me a little part of me would've hoped that we could've cleared the air, but all this seemed was like a build up of anger and confusion.

"When did I suddenly become the matter of the subject?" I ask feeling a little taken back.

I notice his face soften, "You were always the matter of the subject, Marcia. But I respect Henry, and I love him like a brother so I will not get in the way of what you too have. Not what after happened tonight"

I stood there quiet not uttering a word. I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Woah, Marcia. This is the time you choose to be a mute? I didn't know what to say. I felt bad that Dyson felt this way. Before any of this happened we were getting a long pretty well, some would say. My lack of response showed him otherwise.

"Well, I guess that's my cue to go. I'm gonna go check on Henry." He started to walk away. Say something, say something Marcia!

"Dyson wait!" I said as I walked over to him. I stared at him as so did he, I took a slight breath and looked down.

"I don't want to be the cause of a broken friendship. But- I honestly didn't know,-"

"Didn't know what?"

"That you felt some type of way about me, I was oblivious to the fact. I'm sorry, I just-" I kept my gaze on the dirty cemented floor.

"Like I said, it doesn't matter anymore. I just want to see my best friend happy, and if you're the cause then- . ." He suddenly stopped.

I looked at him in question, I didn't want to let my emotions show. But deep down inside I was hurt.

"Then?" I asked softly.

"So be it," and, that was the last thing he said before he stalked off in the other direction. Leaving me dumb founded and slightly hurt. I don't know why I felt the way I did about Dyson. We don't know each other very well but the amount of time we have spend together is all I need to know that maybe in fact he does like me, and that I do like him.

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Dyson Vanderhill

Did I really just let her go? The one chance I had to tell her how I really felt and enough to make her mine, I blew it? Some might call me stupid. Hell, I am stupid.

But I know how Henry feels about her. It dawns me that I fought him tonight. Chad and him have been nothing but kind and loving just like real brothers should be. They have been there with me through it all. They've seen me through my worst. When my mother past away, they were there for me. They weren't the type of friends to bring me out to a club and try to get me to drink and lay up some girls. No, they really helped me cope with the death and mourn of my mother. We may not be blood related, but they sure are closer to me than any other family member of mine.

And that is why I had to let her go. I see how happy she makes Henry. Hell, she makes every one happy. Marcia is truly amazing, in the little time I've known her she's made me fall head over heels for her. It's crazy, I've never felt this strong about someone in my entire life. Not even with Vanessa. But I needed to stop these feelings that were overcoming me.

She belonged to Henry and there was nothing I could do about it. I walk up close enough to the pizza shop were we were and see Henry sitting by himself. I can't believe he's still here, that idiot. I chuckle to myself. Their aren't any cops which means they all left.

I really do love Henry like a brother so seeing him happy would only make me happy. So I know what I did tonight was the right thing to do. And, now I just need to move on with my life. It's not the end of the world. I pull out my phone and text Vanessa.

"We should talk," - Dyson.

"Come over (;" - Nessa.

"Be there in 10," - Dyson.

Everything will fall into place, right?

God I hope so.

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