What the fuck? What does that mean? Tears fill my eyes. Dylan comes back from the bathroom. Once he sees my eyes he gives me a worried look. "What the fuck is this", I say shoving the phone in his face. " I can explain--". "Just save it", I say getting up. " And get the fuck out of my house". He gets up and leaves.
Once he closes the door I fall to the floor crying. Was I just some dare? Or deal? I run to my room slamming my door shut behind me. I look at my night stand and see a picture of us. I pick it up and throw it.
I plop down on my bed and cry. After and hour of crying I calmed down enough to call Karlee and Emma. They are on their way to my house now. While I wait I clean up the broken picture frame.
I pick up all the glass and throw it away. Then I get a lighter and burn the picture. I pack up all his stuff and out it in a box. Finally Karlee and Emma arrive.
I tell them what happened and bursted into tear again. I give Emma the box to give Dylan his stuff back. I'm so glad that I have amazing friends that are here for me at hard times.
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In love with my best friends brother.
RomanceI have this friend named Emma and everytime we have a sleepover it's at my house, but one day we had it at hers. That's where I met her brother, Dylan.
