Sunset Under the Waterfall

Chapter 8: Sisters... Of Course it had to be... Sisters...

Dylan knew how to be lazy with style. He had a giant red robe on with white fuzz on the edges and collar of the robe. He plopped himself down on his bed where the tv was propped up on the wall. He turned on Marvel's Runaways.

Like I've said before, more of a DC fan, but it was a good show. We ate a whole tub of ice cream each. Also eating the remaining pizza we didn't finish earlier. If I'm being honest, I'm surprised we didn't finish it during dinner. And by we, I mean Dylan.

I sat with my head rested on his shoulder and my arms wrapped around him. He was warm like a spring breeze. Not to cold, not to hot, but just right. But then again, I'm talking about Dylan, so being hot for him is just natural.

Halfway through an episode, I was bringing up some ice cream, but then Dylan stole it right from my spoon. I spun around to see him grinning at me. I pushed him down, making him lay on his back. I was on top of him looking down at him. I could stay mad at him, I thought, but I could and should just kiss him right now. I leaned down and kissed him right on the lips and my heart started doing backflips. He kissed me back and started grabbing at my back, pulling me closer to him. His skin felt so soft. All the sudden, I heard footsteps, his mom was coming.

I threw myself off of him, rushing back to my ice cream bowl to make it look like nothing was happening. His mom opened the door the second I picked up my ice cream. At that point, I was really nervous. She walked in," Are you two doing ok on sweets? Do you need more?"

Dylan shot up. "Yes! We need more Good and Plenty's!" I shot him a look of amazement, because some how he knew about my love for Good and Plenty's. I would've hugged him right there and then, but I'm pretty sure that would look really weird to his mom. She retracted from the door way. The door closed and I turned to him," How did you know those are my favorite candy?"

He gave me a puzzled look," I didn't. They're my favorite. I didn't know anyone else liked them."

I jumped on him. "I love them!" I inched closer to his face, feeling his breath on my lips," but I'd take you over a bunch of candy because your lips are sweet than any candy." I saw his cheeks get really red at that point, then he pulled me in closer and our lips crashed together. It was great, until my phone buzzed. I got off of Dylan, pulling out my phone. It was a text from Clarissa.

C: Plz help!! Urgent!!

Me: What's up?

C: I'll tell you when you get here

Me: Fine. Where are you?

I turned to Dylan," My sister needs me." He looked at me with the poutiest face ever. It was sad but cute. He grabbed my waist and whined," Awww, can't you stay for a little bit longer?"

"No. I want to, but my sister is hopeless without me." I grabbed my stuff got back to Dylan. "I'll see you in school Monday?"

"I'll FaceTime you or something like that."

"Alright. Bye." I kissed him quickly and pulled away from him. His eyes started to look misty.

"I miss you already. Bye babe."

I winked back at him and exited the room, when his mom turned the corner I the hallway. " Martin? Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. It's just that my sister texted me and said that I need to help her out with something." She stared at me, I'm assuming she was trying to figure out if I was lying or not. "Okay, whatever you need to do, you can go do it." She moved to the side of the hallway, allowing me to pass.

I got into my car (Which used to be back at The Falls, but we went back and got it before we started making pizza). I got a text saying Clarissa was at 158 Torchlight Drive. That's strange. I could've sworn that a party was going on there, and the guy who's throwing the party, Damien Mellic, wasn't exactly kid friendly. You put two and two together, and bam! You arrive at the conclusion of Clarissa is either doing drugs, or she's doing some other stuff. I'll let your minds figure out the rest.

I sped off, probably braking the speed limit too many times, somehow, without getting a ticket. It took about ten minutes, but I arrived at the house. Lights and lasers shined out through the windows. Almost getting blinded on my way in, a bunch of kids burst out of the door, laughing and screaming. God, was I like that back in my high school days? Hope I wasn't.

I walked through the door to see my sister in a corner, with two guys ready to beat her up. I ran up to them and shoved them aside, getting in front of my sister. She looked at me in a dazed state, clear evidence she took something, or drank something. Rebel. She muttered something incoherent when the two guys who were harassing her earlier ran back up to her. Why couldn't I be back at Dylan's house?

   They saw me and looked at each other in puzzled looks. Thankfully, the two just walked away. I picked up Clarissa and started moving to the door, suddenly, a random girl popped out of the crowd.

   "Put her down! You creep! Don't you dare take advantage of her! I can't believe-" she was yelling at the top of her lungs when Clarissa leaped out of my hands. She immediately punched the chick. I don't know what happened between the two of them, but, I now know my sister throws a mean punch.

    "Don't ever do that again, bitch!" My sister shouted and stormed outside, I closely followed behind. We got in my car and drove home. She was giggling the whole way home. "So what happened between you two?" I asked, hoping that I didn't get my face mashed into the window by her fist for asking.

   " She kissed me. On the lips." She looked at me with guilt. I was shocked. I honestly couldn't believe that she still punched that girl.

   " Who was she?" I asked.

  " She was my best friend, London. I didn't mean to punch her, its just... How would you feel if someone hid something like that from you?"

  I never answered that. I couldn't help but think about one of my best friends liking me, but never telling me until I was drunk so they could get away with it easily.

     We arrived home at about 10pm. I helped Clarissa in through the front door. As soon as we got into the living room, all we heard was:

   "So, which one of you two wants to go first?"

   We spun around so fast, we should've caused a tornado. John was sitting on the table, hold his belt in his left hand, beer in the other.

   I remembered that I had to come back here because of Clarissa. Why didn't I just sneak through my room and then into her's? We were so screwed.