Movie-star love

Chapter 4

Kally's P.O.V

Dylan and I decide to cook. We made spaghetti and meatballs. I set up the table. He did most of the cooking since he says he's the best at cooking but I'll be the judge of that. But I did the meatballs.

I sat at the table since he said he wanted to serve me. As if we're at Olive garden. I rolled my eyes with a smile at his comment. My chin resting on my hand I watched Dylan cook. Again I can't believe I'm hanging out with him and he's cooking dinner. Like I bet this is every other fan's dream.

I look at the clock and notice it's already seven O'clock. Turning around to look outside I saw the storm slowed down but it was still drizzling. I turned my head back around at Dylan smiling at me.

"Wow, that's not creepy at all." I murmured.

"Oh stop, dinner is served, Ms. Kal." He says giving me a plate of food. It does look good.

He sat across from me grabbing a beer out of the fridge. I had Arizona iced tea. We didn't talk for a few minutes considering we're were munching on the food. It tasted pretty good. Dylan is a good chef. I have to admit looking at him while he's not looking he is really dreamy in person. But I have a feeling at the bit of my stomach something is going to happen.

"How is it?" Dylan asked with sauce on the corner of his lip.

"Good, you did good Dyl. Um, you have sauce right here." I say pointing to my own lip.

"Oh," he says grabbing a napkin then wipes it away. "Thanks, and I'm glad you like it." He mentioned.

I nodded my head.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

How can he tell something is wrong already? On our second day of hanging out? How can he tell that face already?

"Nothing's wrong Dylan. Promise."

"Don't lie Kally." He said with a serious tone. He stopped everything and was focused on me. I actually didn't really like people staring at me I've always hated it, and he won't look away so I guess I have to say it.

"Okay, I just- I feel like you have something to tell me that you just don't want too," I said looking at my plate of food.

He sighed and looked down, I guess I was right.

"You're right I was waiting to tell you but I was hoping they would schedule a little further not this soon. Anyways, I have to go shoot my movie tonight."

"What? So why am I spending the night?" I asked a bit annoyed.

"Well, I don't have to leave till five in the morning, so... Okay, I see what you mean." He says with a sigh and scratches the back of his head.

"Yeah. I think I want to go home now." I said getting out of my chair and grabbing the dishes to put then in the sink.

Dylan gets up grabbing his dish. He stands next to me as I'm looking at the sink with my hands holding onto the counter.

"What are we doing?" I whisper.

He gets closer I can feel his warmth already. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"You're leaving, I- I don't know why I thought you were going to be in New York for longer. You're an actor Dyl. This was my second day being with you and I enjoyed it so much. But you have to film and that takes months and if I can never see you again I want it to stay that way. If you come back and keep leaving me..." I don't finish as I feel a bit chocked up. I mean I was a fan so long and I don't want to lose this connection we have ever since we've met.