Just Talk to Him! (IM5)

Chapter 12

July 7th, 2013 - 7:05 am

For a moment, both Dana and I are shocked. “What?” I ask.

He quickly recovers and assures me, “Dalton’s just kidding. He’s always like that.”

“I hope so,” I blurt without thinking. Kylie, you idiot. You’re supposed to be flirting!

His eyes widen slightly. “Y-yeah. Yeah, me too.”

Well, there goes anything I’ve built up in the last five minutes.

We sit down on the bed closest to the TV and Dana inserts the video into the DVD player. I grab the remote from him and go to episode selection, choosing episode three. That’s where we left off. Once the episode starts, I make up my mind to try to make up for my earlier statement. Anna, this is all for you.

I wait until the title scene to scoot a bit closer. Then closer. Within the next fifteen minutes, I went from sitting a foot away to rubbing shoulders. And don’t think I didn’t notice when Dana pulled the oldest trick in the book.

He yawned loudly, muttered something about “It’s so damn early,” stretched his arms to the ceiling, and then brought his left arm around to rest lightly on my shoulders.

It wasn’t like he’d never pulled that move before. He tended to wrap an arm around me at random times, but then it was more platonic. Now, the move sent warm shivers up my spine and released a cage of butterflies into my stomach. I took the supposed good signal and leaned even closer. I even let my hand rest on the bed behind me to allow more space and therefore, more room to move closer.

As the final scene plays out on the screen, Dana lets his arm slip to rest ever so slightly on my waist. Then he drops his hand completely, as if it was never there. When the episode ends, we sit there for a moment in silence.

“Who’s the alpha?” Dana asks, breaking the small gap in sound.

I nudge him. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, huh?”

He laughs. Then it’s quiet again.

I take a deep, reassuring breath, and whisper, “You know I didn’t mean it, right? When I said I hoped Dalton was kidding?”

I feel a small squeeze on my hand. “Now I do.”

I look up at him and his face is illuminated by the bright lights from the summer Seattle morning.

The moment is severed when the room’s door swings open, revealing a panic-stricken Cole standing in the doorway.

“Dalton said I could find you here; said you were on a…” He seems to finally see us, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the end of Dalton’s bed. Cole’s panic dies down, but that’s only replaced by a slight look of anger or disdain.

On instinct, I stand abruptly and shove my hands in my pockets. “Yes?”

“We’re leaving to the airport in ten.”

I frown. “‘Kay.” I turn back to Dana and give him a quick grin. As I gather the DVD and the case, Cole’s phone rings and he steps outside to answer it. “See you in the lobby,” I tell Dana.

Before I can even register what happened, Dana leans closer and, lightning-fast, pecks me on the cheek. He turns away and cleans up the last remains of his belongings in the hotel room. If it weren’t for the lingering feeling of lips on skin stained onto my cheek, I could have been convinced it never happened.

I blink, shocked, my cheeks flushing pink. Dana pointedly ignores me. I decide to smile. Once I’ve made that decision, I can’t stop. Even Cole’s scowl when I leave the room, DVD in hand, doesn’t deter my current eternity of bliss.

“I shouldn’t have bought you that DVD,” Cole mutters, mostly to himself.

July 10th, 2013 - 8:30 am

I have come the resolution that I will no longer attend IM5’s concerts. After sitting through at least six of them already, I know exactly what will happen and I’ve heard every one of their sets at least twenty times, including their practice sessions. Maybe it’s fun for them, but I’m so bored out of my mind that I’d rather read Teen Wolf fanfiction. That’s saying something, because I’ve never been a fan of fanfiction in general. That level of obsession is usually Anna’s thing. I think she might even read IM5 fanfiction. Considering that I know them, that’s so creepy. Did you know that some girls even ship my brother and Dalton? Cole has a girlfriend, you know.

I sink into the comfy leather sofa in one of the arena’s backstage waiting rooms. Pulling out my phone, I try to mentally calculate the time difference from Minnesota to Texas. Failing, I open up the world clock app. Oh. For once, I’m seeing the cycle of sun and moon the same time as Anna.

What would Anna be doing at 8:30 on a Wednesday morning? Nothing important, I hope. I tap the call icon on my video chat app. After two tries, Anna finally answers.

“Kylie! What the hell do you want?” She exclaims, impatient.

“Did I interrupt you? I’m bored.”

“I’m in the middle of my hospital shift. I don’t have time.”

“So I was right,” I smirk. “You aren’t doing anything important.”

“Oh my God.”

“Five minutes?” I plead.

After a quick look at her surroundings, she nods. “Fine. But you better be quick.”

“Dana kissed my cheek,” I blurt, the words tumbling out at the speed of light.

The next thing I see is a swirling video, a thump, and then black. A muffled scream is audible in the background. I’m graced with Anna’s squealing face when she finally picks her phone off the linoleum hospital floor. “Oh my God!” Her squeal is high-pitched and she bounces up and down, her free hand clamped over her mouth. “Kylie!”

I laugh at her. I can’t help giggling in celebration with her. When my best friend finally calms down, she says almost seriously, “I better not hear anything about you not washing that cheek ever again.”

I scoff. “Gross. Only you would attempt doing something like that.”

She giggles. “True.”

“Besides, I already took a few showers. That happened three days ago.”

“Because you took my advice?”

I relent. “Yes, Anna, because I took your advice.”

“Told you so.” She grins at my expense. “I. Told. You. So.”

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A/N: So apparently my fans ship Anton (Anna and Dalton). And since you also ship Kylie and Dana (Kylana in my sister's words), I can only assume I've been doing a good job. Thank you all who commented! I'm gonna start dedicating chapters, so this one is dedicated to my sister. Without her, I probably would have stopped writing this story.

Comment your favorite ship! Anton, Kylana, or anything else you happen to ship. Love you!