Charlie's POV:
"YOU IDIOT!" Angie screeches after Dylan explains how he wasn't in a coma.
So apparently Dylan decided to be all dramatic and convince the doctors to tell us that he was in a coma so he could hear what we were gonna say if it was actually happening. He was actually perfectly fine. Just a fractured arm and a mild concussion. Idiot.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW FREAKED OUT WE WERE? I WOULD SO SLAP YOU RIGHT NOW IF YOU WERENT HURT. SO HARD. YOU WOULDNT EVEN SEE THE LIGHT FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES." Angie finishes her endless ranting after five minutes.
"Okay Angie, I get it. I shouldn't have done that." Dylan mumbles.
"I thought you were gonna die." Angie whimpers, her mood completely changing. Wow. Talk about bipolar.
"Well, I'm glad Dylan is okay." Mickey says after a few seconds of tense silence, "When are you going to get out?"
We all look at him, waiting for his response.
"About a week. One month till I can play football." he says, smiling.
"Dylan," I interject, "I am so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn't-"
"Charlie, it isn't your fault." Dylan chuckles.
"But-"
"You're giving me a headache, Charlie. It's. Okay." Dylan groans.
"Fine." I mutter.
Dylan laughs, "Guys? Can I talk to Charlie alone please?"
Wait, alone? No. I'm not ready please no I'm gonna mess up. Oh my everyone's leaving. Come back.
"Charlie," Dylan calls.
"Wh-what, I mean yes? I mean, paninis."
Dylan chuckles.
"Everyone went home," he informs me.
"WHAT I NEED A RIDE HOME!!" I shriek.
"I'm joking." He laughs, "Its so fun to mess with you."
"Well I don't enjoy it," I snap.
"Aww, little happy Char is actually annoyed for once." Dylan teases.
Im blushing, I can feel it. Stop it Charlie stop it.
"Awwwww and shes blushing." He coos.
Well that's just gonna make me blush more. Why is he so- ugh. Why are my feeling so... feely. Like please dont-
My thoughts are interrupted by Dylan poking my cheek.
"You have a dimple." He grins.
"Yeah, I've realized." I look at him and smirk,
"You have two."
"No, I- Oh wait, maybe I do." He laughs.
"Aww, your so cute when you stutter." I tease. Wow this actually is fun.
"I don't stutter, I simply stop what I'm saying and then begin a new word."
"Didn't sound like that to me." I mumble.
We continue talking an teasing for what seems like hours. Those were great. It turns out we were talking for twenty minutes. We talked about so many things it seemed like it was that long.
We soon leave Dylan after the nurse tells us to leave. God hes so attractive and sweet and pe-
Dang it. I'm falling more and more for Dylan everyday.
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And Then She Grew Up
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