Asexual (bxb)

Ch. 2

(Sorta continued from ze last chapter)

~Flynn's P.O.V~

I sighed tiredly as I flopped onto my bed, too lazy to move the covers.

Being around people is waaaayyy too tiring.

I forced myself off of my bed-of-a-wife, and changed into some makeshift pj's (literally a shirt and sweatpants) before turning the light off and crawling under the covers. I sighed in content as I let my brain wander.

I wonder why Dylan wanted to sit next to me. And why he talked to me. Huh, we've never talked before. Weird . . . OH MAH LORDY, DID I MISS AN EPISODE OF MASTER CHEF?!?! Crap, I gotta check! But I have ta sleeeep. ;^; I'VE FAILED YOU, RAMSEY!! I'M SORRYYYY!! ×^×

~The next day, cause that needed to stop xD~

I yawned and sat up, looking at my alarm clock.

What the flipflops, is it seriously 10 a.m.?? Sheeeeesh, it's way too early to be waking up.

I layed back down and snuggled under the warm covers. That is, until my step mother opened the door and turned the light on. I instantly started hissing and writhing dramatically.

"Flynn, get your butt outta that bed! And stop acting like a vampire!" Katie said, ripping the blankets away from me.

"UUUGGGGHHH!!! But Kaaatiiieee, it's the summeeerrrrr thoooogh!" I wined. She shook her head in mock disappointment.

"Yeah, well I'm not letting you sleep it away. Besides, we have plans today. And you aren't getting out of it!" Katie told me as she walked out of my room. I sighed.

This lady is gonna kill meeeee. •^•

I quickly changed into some black skinny jeans and a Harry Potter shirt that read 'I solumly swear that I am up to no good' then I shoved my feet into my favorite black boots that were practically made for kicking ass. I ran through the basement and up the stairs.

"Katie." I called, going into the kitchen. She looked up at me from whatever she was cooking. "What're we gonna be doing today?"

"Oh, you know Dylan from church right?" She asked. I nodded. "Weeell, his mom invited us to spend the day with them at their house." My jaw dropped.

WHAT THE FUCK?!?! This was planned wasn't it?? God, fangirls these days. _-_

"Oh, ok then." I said, trying to act casual about it.

"What? Do you not like them or something?"

"What? No! It's not that, it's just that I wasn't expecting this . . . Uh . . . Situation today." Katie nodded.

"Well, we'll be leaving as soon as I've finished cooking all of this food." She said, opening the oven to check on what looked like Macaroni cassarole, which at this point I was sick of. Since my step mother made it every single time we went somewhere. Like, why not spice it up a bit? Get that Dorito cassarole in there, why don'cha?

"Ah, ok. Sooooo then could I sit outside for a while? Maybe call a friend . . .?" I asked, carefully. Katie sighed.

"Yeah, that's fine." I let out a big 'whoop' and grabbed my phone off of the counter and went outside. I opened up my contact list and flipped through until I found one of my best friends, who of which I dialed for immediately.

~Dylan's P.O.V~

I slowly opened my eyes, and blinked a bit. I grabbed my phone from my night stand and checked the time.

Crap, it's 10:30. I gotta get ready.

I sighed and got out of bed. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and slipped them on. I yawned and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Afterwards, I went downstairs to find my mom running around the kitchen like a lunatic.

"Uh, need any help?" I asked, watching her go from one side of the room to the other, and back.

"Nope, I got this in the bag. Just make sure your brother is ready for guests." I raised a eyebrow.

"Guests?" She nodded.

"Yep, Katie and their family are going to spend the day over here." Mom explained, as she continued to hop around, checking on some turkey in the oven and trying to make what might have been homemade cookies, but looked more like a battle field of flower and other unidentifiable ingredients.

"Oh, I see. Well, I'll go check on Tyler." I said, slowly walking away.

"Sounds good!" She chirped.

This will most likely be a disaster.

~Time skip brought to you byyy, Watermelons~

I sat on the couch, starring at the door like it would explode at any moment. The house was cleaned spotless, food was set out on the kitchen island, the table was set for 6 people and another, smaller, table was set for 3. I took a deep breath.

Oh god, why am I so nervous? It's not like we're dating and about to meet each other's parents, I already know his mom. And I know his dad a little bit, though he's kinda antisocial and keeps giving me accusing looks for some reason.

The doorbell rang suddenly and I jumped up to my feet. I quickly walked over to the door and grabbed the handle, my heart beating in my ears. I stopped, took another deep breath, then opened the door. Flynn stood there with his phone to his ear.

~Flynn's P.O.V~

"Oh, uh, he opened the door . . . Now what?" I asked my step mom, who was on the other end of the phone.

"Good! Now, just tell him that we're going to be a bit later than we planned to be." She said, in her usually loud voice. I looked up at Dylan, who stood in the doorway with a slight pink across his face.

"Uhm, ok." I moved my phone away from my face. "Did you hear what she said, or do I need to repeat it?" I whispered a little loudly.

"Kinda, but, could you repeat it?" He asked. I nodded.

"My step mom says that they'll be a bit later then planned." I put my phone back to my ear. "Ok, I did that. So, what now?"

"Just stay there, and be on your best behavior. We'll let you know when we're on our way." She said. "Bye, love you.

"Yep, see ya later." I quickly hung up and shoved my phone into my pocket. Then I turned back to Dylan. "Do you have a pillow I could scream into?" He blinked, and quickly nodded, disappearing inside and reappearing with a pillow that he most likely grabbed from a couch. Took it, shoved my head into it, and let out an embarrassingly high pitched yell/scream/thing. I took a moment to recollect myself, all the while taking in the scent of Dylan's home, then pulled the pillow away from my face. And sadly, Dylan looked like he had just heard a banshee and his ears were about to bleed. I felt my face get hot from embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'm just frustrated." I apologized, handing the pillow back to him.

"With what?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.