Lyrical

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"Great clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above..." I sing along with my favourite band! We are standing in the front row between the fans of Bastille.

I made Artie, Jock and Jessie stand in front of the stage for about three hours. The concert is amazing and I am having the time of my life. As soon as the concert is over I decide to go back to the tent. There weren't any other interesting bands coming up tonight. Artie, Jock and Jessie decide to stay.

I walk to the tent, grab my toilet bag and head to the bathrooms. The good thing about going to the bathrooms now is that you don't need to wait in line. As I quickly finish brushing my teeth, I head back to the tent. Since the night was still young, I decide to explore the campus. It had a great atmosphere. People were sitting by their tents or around a camp fire, it really was cozy. Of course there were people that did drugs and alcohol, but I would never hang out with them, not anymore at least.

From behind, someone calls out my name. I know who it is but I pretend not to listen.

"Adelaine? Adelaine, wait up!" Dylan's voice echoes though my head.

This time I turn around. He is a nice guy and I actually want to get to know him better, like he wants to know me.

"Hey," He says smiling, it really is adorable.

"Hi," I say trying to look away.

"I saw you jamming at the Bastille concert" He replied. I was surprised! I didn't think he was the type of person to listen to Bastille. So I ask,

"Are you a Bastille fan?"

"They are okay. I mean I like their music. But please don't tell anyone I told you that." He seems serious but I can only laugh. "What?"

"Nothing," I reply with a smirk. We stop walking and Dylan leads me to a bench. We sit down, awkwardly, next to each other.

We didn't say anything for about 10 minutes. We listen to the distant music untill Dylan breaks the silence.

"So, tell me about yourself," He asks.

"No... You are stranger to me. Tell me about you instead," I laugh.

"Okay then," Dylan says sarcastically. "My name is Dylan Vermont. I am Canadian. I've lived in England my whole life, hence the accent. I love playing my guitar and LOVE rock and roll. Umm what else?"

He looks down at me with his puppy brown eyes. I stare, getting lost in the darkness of his eyes. His voice is sweet and calm. I just want to sit here forever, listening to his voice. My eyes close. I just enjoy the moment here and now. Dylan breaks the silence again.

"Hey! Don't fall as sleep! I haven't learned anything new about you! Besides the fact that your name is Adelaine," He brushes my hand, electricity running through my veins. 

"My name is Adelaine Kaas. I am half Dutch, half American. I've gone through a shitty year and my playlist has helped me through that year, that is why I am attending this festival this week."

I look up at Dylan's face. He looks startled and shocked. I probably shouldn't have told him about the shitty year. Why did I just blurt that out? I hardly know him but somehow I feel like he can be trusted. I feel so safe sitting here next to him. I think I might be falling in love with this stranger. Stranger? He no longer felt like a stranger. I already knew more about him than anyone else around here (besides my friends of course). I look back up at Dylan's puppy eyes and see he's staring right down at me. He smiles when I look up to him. I try to turn my gaze, but I can't. Slowly he leans forward, his lips almost brushing mine... Stupidly enough my brain tells me to turn my head around and ignore the "almost-kiss". I just made this more awkward. We sit next to each other until Dylan stands up. He looks very disappointed.

"I better go back. I still want to listen to one more band before I go to sleep." He lies.

I feel bad for rejecting him. While he walks away I run after him and grab his hand. He turns around and as soon as he does, my lips are glued to his and I never want to let go. 

I break the kiss and look into his eyes. Dylan takes a while to open his eyes. His eyes are filled with happiness and shock. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I rejected you. I just... want to take things slow," I say trying to start a conversation.

Dylan nods, "Okay! Now shut up and kiss me!"

I laugh and before I know it, his lips are back on mine.