Real Side of the Story

Chapter 2

"Life itself is a haphazard, untidy, messy affair." - Dorothy Day

Dylan's POV

I'm 13 years young, my name is Dylan, and I am named after a famous boy my mom as a teenager fell in love with. My life isn't very exciting or interesting in any way possible. I have two friends Anna and Desire. Although I wanted this boy to be my closest friend he wasn't and I was still lonely. Desire is of course my best friend, and someone that I couldn't possibly live without. Then there is Anna who is just some girl who seems to stick around in my life for no exact reason.

Giving this boy I knew I had already fallen for a chance was all that I could think about as the ravishingly, hot summer pasted on. I never gave it much thought to contact him or try and communicate with him at all. Next thing I know I'm getting his phone number and texting about a time we should get together.

I have to say, even just taking the time and effort of texting each other and wanting to see each other gave me butterflies. I couldn't stop imagining his touch. The feel of his lips on mine. Why did I want to kiss him? I barly knew him, too many thoughts and questions raced through my mind.

I had never kissed anyone before. Well not a real kiss anyways. I never shared the excitement of my heart beating out of my chest, or the nerves building up and giving me enough courage to kiss someone. So why did I feel like I could so easily just walk up to him and kiss him like a scene from a famous and romantic movie?

It could have been the nonsense going through my head, but it could also be the thought of truily loving him enough to be able to be myself around him. Maybe it was the courage that ran through my vains or the burst of happiness that ran through my bones. In all glory he was on my mind contanstly.