***Dylan***
Two days...
Two days of being around him and having to wait to have sex with him... I kind of find myself pathetic in a way.
"What do you want for lunch?" He asked me, having me look at the clock as I saw it was noon.
"I don't know..."
"Well, what about that Hawaiian pizza you talked about a week...was it a week? Yeah, a week ago. I want to try that."
I raise my eyebrows, watching as he sat beside me and smirked. Looking away I find myself silent, not sure what to do or say to him. Considering what he told me yesterday, I have to almost hide what I'm feeling. If there's anything at all...
"You can get it..."
"I can't drive."
"Yes you can."
He smiled, standing as he extended his hand to me.
"Then let me take you to Pizza Hut. I'm...I'm not really sure where it is but I'm sure you'll show me the way."
"Why? Why are you being so nice?"
He glares at me, taking my hand as he pulls me up. Looking down at me with a soft expression and I wondered if there was something hidden behind his expression.
"I can't be nice to mon lion? You are very confusing."
"I'm confusing?! Considering what we've...done, then you don't want to do it until we're in Utah... You're confusing!"
"Oh mon lion." He groaned, having me feel his other hand grip my waist. His hand bringing my arm up and is standing like we were going to dance." Sometimes, your teenage ways show. You have yet to lose the mentality of a seventeen year old. That is understandable, I am of a greater age than you. Only sixteen years older, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that you must mature. Or, I might lose interest."
I glare at him, but he just smiles and he begins to dance. My feet just stepping like I was walking. Following him as he had his eyes closed and was humming something. Not sure what the hell it was, but it sounded like something I'd listen to.
"What are you singing?"
"Dernière Danse." ( Last Dance ) He purred, letting go of my hand as he continued to move around the coffee table. Having me watch the way his feet moved and he kept his eyes on me.
"Can you sing? Because if you can, I would like to hear it." I ask, and he grins at me.
"Of course. Comes in handy to be able to sing when you have kids." He stopped moving, leaning against the wall far from me. His eyes closing and I watched him frown.
But I wasn't going to say anything in fear of him not singing for me.
...
"Raph-?"
"Ô ma douce souffrance
Pourquoi s'acharner tu recommences
Je ne suis qu'un être sans importance
Sans lui je suis un peu paro'
Je déambule seule dans le métro
Une dernière danse
Pour oublier ma peine immense
Je veux m'enfuir que tout recommence
Oh ma douce souffrance."
( Oh my sweet torment,
No point in fighting, you start again
I'm just a worthless being
Without him I'm a bit troubled
I wander around alone on the subway
A last dance
To forget my great misery
I want to get away, everything to start again,
Oh my sweet torment )
I grin at him, intrigued by his low and sweet voice. Feeling my heart beat a little faster when his eyes opened and rested on me.
"Je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent la pluie
Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur
Est ce mon tour ?
Vient la douleur
Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne
Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole."
( I stir the sky, the day, the night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A bit of love, a drop of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
In all of Paris, I abandon myself
And away I fly, fly, fly, fly )
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Falling For My Exchange Brother | BOOK 1,2,3
Teen Fiction"All I wanted for my birthday was a new car or maybe a few new pairs of shoes," I shake my head as I look at the thing they call a 'gift', "But no. You brought me a human for my birthday present." My parents smile, resulting in this person to smile...
