The Adventures of Lily Mirado

Chapter 6

When the sun rays attacked my eyes, I groaned, wanting them to disappear. But then, they already did their job: waking me. However, when I tried to move and get up, I found myself being trapped in someone’s arms and realised that it was Dylan. For a slight moment, I panicked, wondering how the hell the teenage boy was in my room, let alone in my bed wrapping me. Then, I remembered last night’s memories with the nightmare and how I asked Dylan to sleep with me.

I turned my head to take a closer look at Dylan. In his sleep, he looked innocent with his brown locks falling messily on his closed eyes and his steady breathing. My eyes then followed his arms linking them to my waist. I sighed. As much I wanted to stay in bed, I was feeling kind of suffocated. I was so not used to having human contact as I was always accompanied by solitude.

I tried removing his arms from me, but it seemed he only tightened his grasp only to my grand exasperation. He also seemed to resist when I used my powers. I badly wanted to shout, but I did not have the energy for that. So I did the only thing that I could think of, I flicked his forehead.

But before I was about to do that, Dylan’s eyes snapped open. My fingers were in mid-air, only inches from his forehead. He narrowed his blue eyes at me. “Why is your fingers so dangerously close to my forehead?” I could have taken it seriously had it not been for the hint of a smile that he was displaying.

“Well, um… I wanted… I wanted to ruffle your hair. They are so messy!” I exclaimed a bit too joyfully. He snorted but then smirked evilly. “Well, do it.”

I was caught off-guard. I thought that my little lie was going to clear everything, not adding trouble. “Wait, you want me to mess up your hair?”

“Uh-huh.” Was his only response. He closed his eyes and waited in anticipation.

God, he likes to mess up with me. But he can wait for all that I care.

Taking this golden opportunity, I removed his arm forcefully and sprinted out of the room and into the bathroom. When I closed the bathroom door, I laughed, imagining the look of disbelief on his face. I washed my face and mouth and I felt invigorated. However, my grumbling stomach made me groan in annoyance.

When I returned in my room, I was relieved to see that Dylan was no longer in there. I made my bed and sat carefully on the side, my mind full of thoughts. What do those dreams mean? And who were that man and woman? Why their voices kept appearing in my dreams?

I sighed profoundly as I heard yet another grumble. My stomach really wanted food since yesterday, Dylan made this amazing spaghetti.  

As I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, there was a divine smell which made my mouth water. When I saw what was lying on the plate, my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Is that what I think it was?

“PANCAKES!” I cried out as I rushed to take a seat. I had this obsessive craze about pancakes. There was this woman in the orphanage that came every Tuesday and Thursday and in the mornings, she gave us the best pancakes ever made. They were so delicious; you could just melt by looking at them. I chuckled when I remembered that I was super excited the days she came at the orphanage and was always the first one in line to receive my heavenly pancakes.

I took the maple syrup that lay besides the plate of pancakes as I generously poured on my pancakes and ate them. I closed my eyes as I delighted from the delicious sweetness on my tasting buds. From the corner of my eye, Dylan was laughing as he helped himself to one. I just rolled my eyes and continued to eat.

“You’re such a good cook! Thank you for the pancakes!” I smiled. Dylan returned the smile and I swore I saw a small blush covering his cheeks. I wanted to taunt him about it, but the pancakes won over and I ignored it, for now.