Dylan's P.O.V
I rolled over on my bed and stretched. I checked my phone and still had no call from Megan. She was probably at his house whoever he was. I didn't care, I didn't want to know who he was. I just wanted him to leave my girl alone.
I walked into the bathroom and showered before getting dressed and heading out. I texted Megan and asked if she was home. The reply was slow, but she finally said yes. I asked if I could come over and she said to park a few blocks away and she would meet me.
I was tired of running around her parent's schedule. They couldn't control her life and yet she let them continue to. By the time I was sixteen I was moving to my own best and Megan is twenty something years old. I didn't protest though, just seeing her would be enough.
I parked a few blocks down and texted her that I was here. A few minutes later I saw her running down the street. She got into the car and didn't even smile at me.
"Hey."
"Hi, you wanted to talk?"
"Megan we can't keep doing this. We argue and fight and then make-up. I want a real relationship with you. Not one of just arguments."
"Okay, but in order to do that we both have to trust each other. I'm willing to try if you are."
"I trust you Megan."
"You don't act like it, you got mad because I was at David's house. He had cancer Dylan."
I was taken back, "I'm sorry, I should trust you more." I looked over and smiled. "You love me?"
She smiled back at me. "I do."
"Can I make another request?"
"Sure."
"Let me meet your parents."
