"Lisa stop crying its okay." I heard someone say as I was still sobbing from the terrible dream I had just had.
I hadn't had one of those dreams in a while.
"Sh sh sh its okay. I'm here. It's okay" the person said again while rubbing my back.
I looked up and realized that my head was now on Dylan's shoulder.
We were parked at our house, and there was nobody else in the car.
I began to calm down as Dylan continued to stroke his fingers through my hair and rub my back.
After about a minute I had completely calmed down.
"Lisa my god your shaking" Dylan said wrapping his arms around me.
Maybe not completely.
"Its okay I'm fine," I said as I started to sit up.
Dylan pushed me back down on his shoulder.
"No you are not fine Lisa," Dylan said looking down at me with worry.
I can basically taste it.
"You just woke up on the verge of a panic attack and you say your fine" Dylan said looking sternly at me.
"Its nothing Dylan," I said wiping my tears away.
I got up still a little shaken at what just happened.
I really didn't want him to know about what I had just dreamed about.
"Lisa don't say its nothing, because it is." He said grabbing my hands.
"Lisa answer me this," He said looking me dead in the eyes.
I really hope he isn't gonna ask what I really don't want him to ask.
"Do you usually have these?" He asked.
I could tell my answer would affect the ENTIRE situation.
"No not until tonight," I said partially lying.
It's true I haven't had one in quite awhile.
So I mean I am not totally lying.
Right?
I could see Dylan breathe a sigh of relief just a little.
He pulled me in for a hug.
"Please let me know if this happens again."
That was for sure not gonna happen.
"Okay," I said.
Oh, wait. I just realized something
"How long have we been in here?" I asked looking at Dylan.
"About 7 minutes." He said looking at his phone.
"Don't worry I told them I would chill in here for a while before I carried you to your room." He said.
"Oh okay good."
I most especially did not want the rest of my brothers to know about this.
And trust me if they did I would have to talk with the CIA.
Dylan looked over and gave me a confused look.
"Why don't you want them to know?" Dylan asked.
"Of course I don't want them to know Dylan they will make a huge deal out of it," I said looking down.
"And besides it's better if we just forget about it," I said.
He was about to protest before I stopped him.
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Overprotective
Teen Fiction"I like you, Annalisa. Like a lot. And it took me the longest time to tell you this. That's why I haven't been over. I didn't really know how to say it. I don't want you to be with some other guy. I want you to be with me. I have always liked you a...