House of Gold // Adopted by Tyler Joseph

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"Will you be my girlfriend?" He let out with a deep breath.

I sat there in silence, freezing at his words. "I...uh."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have–I'm so sorry." He panicked.

"–yes! Dylan I'd love to. I just figured we were friends, and I wasn't your type." I admitted nervously.

"Okay. Um, yeah." He laughed and let out more breaths he'd been taking. "I'd love to."

"Alright." I smiled down at my plate as I felt him reach over and grab my hand.

"Lily, you're special to me, and I really like you."

I stared back into his blue pupils, dilated and awaiting a response.

"I like you too Dylan." I giggled as we set aside our dishes.

He led me into his bedroom where we would lie down and watch some TV.

"So, is a scary movie a good choice?" He asked kindly.

"Can we watch the one with you it in?" I joked as he blushed.

"No, no no."

"Please Dylan. I want to be all, 'that's my boy' when you're the biggest actor in Hollywood."

"Nice try, I can't be bribed."

"Oh really?" I leaned over and kissed his cheek. It was a small move, nothing to scare him off since the kid was so inexperienced.

"Okay let's watch Open House." He decided as I leaned into him. Seconds in, he was flinching in my arms at his own movie.

"Scared?" I teased.

"Bored actually. I put this on for you though." He joked.

"Sure, you weren't just jumping at every scare. Whatever, tell me what it was like on set. Tell me everything about this movie."

"I'm not scared. And set was... small. An indie director." He paused the movie. His hands found my waist, he lifted me up and sat me down on his lap. I blushed as his back was against the headboard. "Can I kiss you?" He blurted.

"Yes." I felt his soft lips meet mine, he groaned as my hips rolled into his. Our first kiss deepened as I slowed it down and felt embarrassed. What was I doing? It's been months since I'd had sex, but I couldn't just keep my legs shut for the guy that was most important to me?

"Why'd you stop? You were so good." He admitted out of breath.

"Dylan, lets take it slow. I-"

"You're right. I'm bad at this. God I don't even know how to please you." He rambled again.

"-No Dyl. It's me. I don't wanna just... fuck you like I have other men. I want something real."

"Lily, I've never even, um, slept with a girl." He confessed.

I tried not to let my face show shock. A twenty one year old virgin? No way.

"Let's keep it that way for a while." I sighed.

"Okay." He seemed embarrassed, blushed down at his lap.

I saw his frown and immediately spoke up. "No no no, I swear it's not you." I held his hand as he stared at me in disbelief.

Before he could speak I cut him off. "You know I was an addict. And I hop from one addiction to the next. First it was my eating disorder, then it was partying, then it became sex. Dylan you're so much more than an object to fulfill my addictions. You're human and you're YOU. You're so important to me and I'd hate to ruin what I have with you over meaningless sex." I let out.