My Silver Lining **Completed**

Chapter 16 - Learning to Share

Two days later.

Friday nights. In any other teenagers mind, Friday nights are the light at the end of the tunnel. Having to deal with a long invigorating week, it was such a relief to leave school knowing you didn't need to do homework, knowing you didn't have an early curfew. Although Friday nights had a wonderful effect that contributed to my life I didn't anticipate Fridays, like many of my peers. Weekends for me meant television show marathons and endless bowls of popcorn mixed with whatever candy was accessible to me that day. But this was all going to change. I wanted to bask in the glory of the weekend and I was determined this would adjust me for the better.

Thankfully, to commence my reestablished lifestyle, Camille had invited me over to her house and I decided I might as well go.

"How long are you going to be there?" I heard Dylan ask me the frown still written all over his face from when I had first asked if he would be able take me to Camille's house.

"I don't know. Not that long I think," I told him squeezing his hand.

"You think?" he whined.

"Dylan, I need to make friends. I this is how it's done, or so I hear," I said and he sulked his full natural colored pink bottom lip slightly sticking out.

"What? Am I not good enough for you?" he asked a hint or sarcasm lacing his voice, and I laughed.

"You're more than enough. It just would be nice to have a friend the same gender as me. I promise I won't stay that long," I said leaning into his side and kissing him on the cheek while he was staring at the road. His eyes focused on the road and he shifted slightly away from me, ignoring me and acting as if I wasn't there. I could tell he was holding back a smile from being so dramatic.

I leaned in even closer and pressed my lips softly against the flawless skin on his cheek, repeating this over and over again until he finally cracked, his smile appearing. The smile that made my insides melt.

"Will you please stop pouting now?"

"I guess," he said sighing dramatically, the smile still surfaced on his face. He pulled up to her house. She was standing outside, and doing what seemed to be getting something out of her car.

"Call me when you're ready. I'll come pick you up," he said turning to look at me.

"I will," I said pressing my lips against his. He groaned and pulled me as close as he could with the console in the way. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip requesting entrance and I delightedly let him deepen the kiss. I heard someone knock on his side of the window and I jumped pulling back. I saw the brown hair and figured it was probably Camille.

"I swear to god. She can't give us five minutes," he said through his teeth lowering the window. They were constantly going back and forth over who I spent time with. I felt like the little kid with divorced parents fighting over custody. We'll that would be awkward in Dylan's case but still...

"My turn. Joint custody remember? We talked about this," she told Dylan in an authoritative tone, leaning into the window and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah because it's not like I've known her more than half my life or anything," he said sarcastically.

"I'll call you later," I said as I tried to get out of the car but he held on to my hand refusing to let go.

"I love you," he said softly, and I smiled, my eyes scanning over his face. His eyes were slightly darker than normal but the rest of his expression was normal.

"Love you more," I replied and he released my hand. I grabbed my crutches from the back and he drove off.

"Well he's a clingy one isn't he?" she joked as we walked up to her front door. Her house was beautiful inside and out. It wasn't too huge or too small, it was a perfect size and it had a nice homey feel to it.