My Silver Lining **Completed**

Chapter 12 - Confusion

We made it to my house but all the lights were off and my parents' car wasn't in the driveway.

"Dylan, can I see my phone?" I asked and he pulled it out. I had two text messages from Camille and one from my mother.

We won't be home until late tonight, your father got a call from one of his clients and we had to go to a dinner in order to get them to sign with him. I would feel safer if you weren't in the house alone, so please try and go somewhere else. I love you. If you want to sleep over so you won't have to go home late after just let me know.

I handed him the phone and he read over the text.

"I call dibs," he said excitedly, even raising his hand.

"Yeah because I have tons of other places to go," I told him as he handed my phone back to me.

"Are you going to sleep over?" he asked with the same tone of eagerness.

"I don't know, do you want me to?" I asked, measuring his reaction. I didn't want it to be awkward.

"How is that even a question? Of course I want you to," he spoke as if he was dumbfounded I would even think otherwise.

"Okay, well I need clothes."

"I'll help you," he said coming around the car and helping me out. We walked inside and I led him to my room. I opened the closet and picked out an outfit and pajamas. I also grabbed my brush, toothbrush, and my other toiletries.

Dylan was walking around my room, looking at pictures on the walls and the little things on my dresser.

"It feels like I haven't been here in forever," he said and I couldn't tell if it was meant for his ears or mine. It hasn't really been forever but Andrew didn't really like when I spent time with Dylan so we kind of just grew apart. Of course this was all after Dylan kissed me and confessed his feelings when he was drunk one day but that's a story for another day.

I grabbed one of my duffle bags and packed everything while he lifted up a picture frame that had fallen on the floor. His jaw clenched and his nose crinkled at the picture before I remembered which one it was. Andrew and I at one of his parties. We were kissing while sitting down on his steps inside his house. His hand was tangled in my hair that flowed out of my beanie but my hands were in my lap. I never noticed that I never really touched him whenever we kissed, but yet it seemed like an instinct with Dylan.

"I forgot to throw that out," I said breaking the silence while trying to literally tear it from Dylan's hands. His expression was hard as I finally was able to get it out of his hands and placed it in the trash bin next to my bed.

His eyes followed the frame until it made it to the trash and then switched over to me eyes. They looked... Broken? My heart ached for him, I never knew that Andrew and I being together made him like this.

He took a silent step toward me, placing his hand on my cheek. The heat from his touch spread immediately and I could've sworn he sighed in relief. His eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips and I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. He slowly began lowering his head to mine and I stopped breathing in anticipation. All of my warnings to myself completely disappeared. I knew one thing and that was I just wanted him to kiss me.

His lips finally came in contact with mine but he only lightly pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth.

"Dylan," I sighed, wanting more. Wanting a real kiss. All I had to do was turn my head slightly...

"I know," he said against the corner of my lips, almost pained, before he pulled away. Wait. That wasn't what I meant. I didn't want his to pull away.