We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About (63)

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              It's now leaving day, and as much as I wouldn't want to admit out loud, I'm so happy. This whole trip has been complete shit. At least for me. The last couple days we've just been swimming, eating, and playing games. Don't get me wrong, it's fun and all but I'm just out of it. Vacation with a broken heart isn't fun. It's complete torture honestly.

          I mean, I had to sleep with Dylan, had to see him shirtless, had to see him look all hot and I could literally do nothing about it! I should be trying to have sex with him or something. 

            We pack up the last of the stuff, double checking that we don't leave anything. Once we're finished we say bye to the beautiful view and lake house. I hop in the back along with Mariana, Aiden, Nathan, and Dylan. Jackson starts the car, Emma beside him, and Noah in the trunk. 

       "You guys ready?" Jackson asks.

      "Ready to sleep, it's like seven am." Aiden responds, still smiling his beautiful smile. 

         Jackson continues his drive, Mariana fast asleep on Nathan. I yawn, wanting to sleep too. I'm about to rest my head on Dylan's shoulder when it hits me that now it's really the time to get over him. I rest my head on Aiden's shoulder, feeling myself miss Dylan's space. 

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           I feel a tapping on my shoulder, waking me back up. Are we home? I look up to see Aiden. 

          "Sorry to wake you, but I need to piss." Aiden gives me a guilty smile, and I nod, understanding. I lift my head, allowing him to scoot out of the car. I look around me, seeing everyone out of the car. We're parked near a gas station, and I look to my side to see Dylan's beautiful face, his chocolate brown eyes looking at me. 

          "Where is everyone?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. 

           "Peeing, they couldn't hold it anymore. We're half an hour from home though." He smiles in response. 

            I stretch out my arms. "Well that's good, I miss my house."

       "Yeah I tend to get a little homesick too, I wanna see Melanie." His eyes go soft as he speaks her name. He's such a good brother to her. 

            "I miss Melanie too, she's such a cutie." I agree, leaning back. 

         He stares at me, a slight smile on his face. "What?" I half laugh, feeling embarrassed. Do I look crazy or something?

            He shakes his head. "Nothing you just have an eyelash right here." He touches a finger under his own eye, showing me where. 

        "Oh." I wipe under my eyes, hoping to get rid of it. I remember my mom used to tell me that if one had ever fallen, to make a wish, and then blow on it to make it come true. "Did I get it?"

             "No, it's right—here let me..." He leans in closely, making my breath stop. He brings his hand up to my face, his thumb softly swiping under my eye. His touch brings goosebumps to my arms, sending a hot flash run through my chest. "Got it." He whispers, his thumb not leaving my face, instead, moving down to my jaw, gently tilting my head up. I look down at his lips that I've wanted to kiss since he last kissed me- no, since our first almost kiss. I've always wanted to kiss him, I had just denied my feelings the whole time. 

           Does he want to kiss me too? He said so himself, that he didn't have feelings for me like that. But then again, so did I. What if he didn't mean it? What if he likes me too? I don't wanna stop loving him, I want to show him that I do. Maybe this is the best way. And if it's not, I highly doubt Dylan would let it affect our friendship. His face is close to mine, and I lean in slowly. His lips are so close when one of the doors open. I back away my face, feeling his hand fall from my face, as I look to see Emma come back into the car. My heart sinks, and once again I wish that we could be the only people left. 

          "I almost pissed my pants, Mariana almost used the sink, you so missed it!" She laughs. Scared to look at Dylan, I force out a small laugh, leaning in front to look at her. 

         "Oh my god." 

I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be able to lie to my friends. 

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