A Blooming Beauty

Chapter 24

I woke up to the delicious aroma of what smelled like Pancakes, Bacon and egg. I rubbed my eyes gently (and went blind for a bit) , outstretched my arms and made a disturbing noise of what sounded like the shriek of a baby dinosaur. I slowly sat up on my bed and glanced around the room, checking to see if Dylan was still asleep, but all that was left was his pillow on the floor and blanket sprawled over the couch.

I slowly rose from my bed and walked to the bathroom. There was drool all over my cheeks (I scrunched my eyebrows in disgust) so I washed my face. Too lazy to comb my hair, I decided to tie it up in a messy bun.

The cool morning breeze came in through the open window and brushed softly against my skin, causing me to shiver. I grabbed my white Aeropostale jacket, put it on and proceeded downstairs.

There, I was greeted by two plates full of Bacon, Eggs and Pancakes (a girl's gotta know her food) and Dylan wearing a pink 'Best Mom' apron. I couldn't help but laugh softly at the sight.

His eyes shot up and he smiled. "Good morning Aurora." He teased as he poured milk into both of our glasses.

"Do you have any idea how feminine you look right now?" I said walking over to him.

"Pink is manly." He winked and I chuckled. "By the way," He trailed off. I saw him grab a pink piece of paper from the fridge. "Your mom told me to give this to you." He said as he handed me the note.

I took it from his hand and opened it carefully.

Blair Darling,

Im sorry your father and I couldn't be with you on this lovely Saturday Morning. An urgent matter came up at work and our boss called us inmediately. I hope you understand.

I left the 'Best Mom' to cook you breakfast this morning and to keep you company. Enjoy your day sweetie!

xOXo, Mum and dad

I smiled as I read my mothers's beautiful handwriting. I folded the paper and placed it in my pocket. Dylan untied his 'masculine' apron and hung it at the side of his chair. He sat down and glanced at me. "Shall we?" He said grabbing his spoon and fork.

I eagerly dug my fork into the pancakes and shoved it in my mouth. The soft, warm piece made my tastebuds tingle and made me crave for more.

"Slow down you animal." He laughed.

"Damn it Dyl. I forgot how good you can cook." I said taking a bite of the bacon and drinking the warm milk.

We both finished our delicious breakfast quickly, making both of us full.

"Satisfied?" He asked.

"Satisfied." I said leaning back in my chair.

Thoughts of last night flooded my head. Our successful 'revenge' on Monica and her Possy, Thomas and the jocks and what an amazing party it was. Then memories of Dylan and I's sleepover, which consisted of me crying on his shoulder a couple of times, due to the boat scene in the movie 'Tangled.' I smiled at the thought.

Then I remembered what happened.

He kissed her. I remember his soft lips on hers and his warm hands on her waist. I remember him telling me he loved me.

I even remember believing him.

"Blair?" Dylan asked. I snapped out of my daydream and realized that my eyes were tearing up. I looked at him and his eyes, filled with pain and sorrow looked at me as well. He stood up from his chair and walked over to me to give me a big hug.

He lifted me into the air and spun me around, as I buried my head into his chest and cried my eyes out. He put me down, still not letting go and stroked my hair.

"Its okay." He said trying to calm me down.

"He told me he loved me." I mumbled softly into his chest. His grip tightened and I heard his heartbeat.

I slowly pulled, wiping my tears and giving him a weak but reassuring smile. I went over to the sink and turned on the water to wash the dishes.

"No." He said lifting me and carrying me away from the sink.

"What? Im gonna wash the dishes?" I said slightly frustrated.

"I cooked, I should be the one to wash." He smiled.

"That makes no sense." I said and walked into the kitchen. He ran ahead of me and blocked the doorway, so I couldn't get past him.

"I insist."

"Fine." I mumbled.

"Now go upstairs and get changed!" He shouted from the kitchen.

"Yes mom!" I shouted from the staircase. I ran upstairs and entered my room. I rummaged around my bed for my phone and finally found it buried under a few pillows.

15 missed calls, 5 from Beth, 5 from Jessica and 5 from Carter.

20 New messages all from the same people as well.

I didn't want to read Carter's and Jessica's so I decided to call Beth instead.

After the first two rings, Beth picked up and practically shouted in my ear. "Ohmygosh Blair? Are you okay? How are you? Are you dead? Did you attempt to suicide? Are you crying?"

"Ive been better." I said.

"Aww baby." She cooed into the phone. "I have gossip. Too much to say through a phone call. Wanna meet up later at Starbucks?" She said eagerly.

"You're such a white girl." I laughed. "Sure. Lets go get some pizza for lunch?" I asked.

"Yes! Omg please save me, mom and my brother are making me join one of their twister games." She laughed. "Anyway, I'll see you later! And dont do anything stupid!" She finally said and hung up. I shook my head and smiled to myself.