Dylan

Dazed and Flying

Much to Ethan's amazement and disbelief, I actually do finish all the food I'd ordered and he keeps shaking his head at me. 

"Just believe it," I roll my eyes. 

We get back to the bike and Ethan rides us back to school, completely calm this time. After he parks and we get down, I say my thanks and turn to leave but he stops me.

"Mer," he says, and I smile, pleasantly surprised at the nickname coming from him. "That Dylan guy, is he your boyfriend?"

I blink at him, my smile slipping away. "What? That's not even a possibility." Ewww. I stare at him. "What's your younger sister's name?"

Ethan blinks, confused, but tells me anyway. "Elise."

"Well, E, asking if Dy is my boyfriend is like asking you if Elise is your girlfriend." I wave my hand, the feeling of familial loyalty towards Dylan as strong as ever. He's my other half, my best friend, my brother. 

"Really?" he says, a slow smile lifting the corners of his lips. He takes a step closer to me and suddenly the temperature goes up about a thousand degrees. He bends over me and places his hands on either side of me, and I back up against the bike, hardly daring to breathe. "Just tell me no, and I won't do it. Just tell me stop, and I'll back off. But my word if you stay silent I will do it."

My lips tremble as I whisper, "Do what?"

"This," he says, and slowly closes the gap. When his lips meet mine, I'm shocked and stunned. His lips move and mine follow, a strange sensation building in me. His lips are soft. My hands rise up and grip his shoulders of their own accord, my body no longer under my control. It was too long and too short. He pulls back slightly, leaning his forehead against mine, both of us breathing deeply, trying to catch our breath. He smiles. "You didn't stop me."

I'm still amazed at the array of feelings I'd gone through in such a short period of time. I touch his cheek. "'Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake'."

His eyes darken once again as he touches his lips to mine lightly, speaking against my lips, "'Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take'." 

And this time when he kisses me, I melt away completely. 

Dylan waves his hand in front of my face and sighs for I assume the hundredth time. "Mer, what happened? You've been eighty per cent in the clouds today. You're usually only sixty per cent."

I blink, my haze of dreaminess floating about me. Oh? How did I get here? I'm in front of my house in Dylan's car, and he looks at me impatiently.

"What?" I say, not sure what's going on. "What's happening?"

"Christ," Dylan groans in exasperation. "That's what I asked you. Never mind, just get in already Mer."

I blink and nod but then I forget what I'm supposed to be doing. My time is still stuck at the bike shed.

"Mer!" Dylan claps. Then he reaches over and opens my door. "Out!"

"Oh," I say wonderingly. I'm supposed to get out of the car and go into my house. I see. Somehow, I slide out wrongly and knock my forehead on the door frame and one leg slips under the car while the other sprawls out the other way in a near split. "Ow!"

"Mer!" Dylan laughs in a quick burst of shock and he dashes out of his side to help me up. "That was spectacular. Have you gotten clumsier? I didn't think that was possible."

I eye him threateningly and he holds his hands up in surrender. Then he helps me to pick up my scattered bag as I rub my now throbbing butt. Ow. 

"Here," he hands me my things and then pinches me on the cheek. "Be present in the real world for a moment, please. At least until you've cleared the stairs and make it to your room."