He Found Her.

Chapter 10.

Dylan left. I felt really sick on the inside. I was scared that our friendship would be ruined. My best friend, Dylan O'Brien would no longer be my best friend. Would he turn to someone else, or nobody. He wasn't the lonely type, he always found somebody, and that's what worried me.

I headed to mom's room, so we could have a girl on girl.. talk that is.

"Mom.. I need to talk to you."

"Come honey, sit."

I walked over to her Queen sized bed, with her gray decorated sheets.

"I think it was a mistake mom. A huge freaking mistake."

"What was honey?"

"Me and Dylan..us liking one another."

"Honey, you've liked him for a while now. You never told me, but I already knew. Moms know those types of things. I felt it. I could tell he really cared about you, too. I remember being a teen once, and those years are the ones you DON'T regret. Those are the times your supposed to enjoy."

"We kind of had it out in the room, after we talked to you."

"Talk to him sweetie. I can tell the boy is really sensitive. He might be embarrassed, or scared."

"He actually told me he was embarrassed."

"Talk. to. him."

"Okay.."

I got up, kissed mom on the forehead, and headed for the door.

"Honey", mom called after me right before I reached the stairs, "I like him. I didn't tell him to call me mom for any ole reason." she giggled, then she winked.

I went back to my room, trying to sink in what all mom had said to me. That's when I got a text. It was from Dylan.

Dylan: Come outside, I need to talk to you.

Me: Here I come.

**

I got my hoodie out of the closet, and my black yoga pants, along with my beanie hat.

I walked past mom's room, and she was sleeping. I shut her door quietly, and tip toed down the stairs. I saw Dylan through the window. He looked mad, with his hand resting on his face the way it was. His nose was flared and his eyes were looking down.

I opened the door, and caught his attention. I gave him a fake smile, which was not at all acknowledged.

"Hey Vintage. Um, we need to talk about this."

"About what?"

"This whole sex thing, the liking each other thing. I don't think it'll work out."

Exactly what I expected.

"Oh?"

"I don't regret anything, I'm just not ready."

"If you weren't ready, you shouldn't have gotten into this with me. If you weren't ready, you wouldn't have did it."

I picked up a rock, a nicely sized one, and threw it at him.

"Vintage, wait."

I ran for my front door, and slammed it behind me.

I ran to my mom's room. I didn't even care to switch my attire.

"Vin, everything okay?" she whispered.

"Just hold me mom."

I fell asleep crying in my moms arms that night.