My Silver Lining **Completed**

Chapter 21 - Nightmare

When we finally arrived I felt as if I hadn't eaten in weeks and I couldn't wait to having something inside my stomach. He ordered two meals, both grilled cheese, and we sat down taking the table in the far corner.

"So," he said resting his hand my thigh casually," what are you going to tell your parents?"

"I honestly don't know. I think anything I say will get me kicked out of the house. Any input?" I asked with sarcastic hope.

"Well I don't know. I would prefer if you said the baby was mine, but I'm not going to force you to tell them that. And they're not going to kick you out Em. They're your parents and they love you, they'll understand. If not you can always come stay with me. My parents were young when they had me, so if they kicked me out they'd be hypocrites," he said and I sighed. I would rather tell everyone it was Dylan's than Andrew and at least I'll have somewhere to go if things don't work out with my parents.

"Thanks," I said smiling sweetly at him. He was so amazing, I had no idea how I got so lucky.

As soon as the food came, I practically inhaled it all, content when it all settled in my stomach. When I looked up from my food I felt Dylan's eyes on me. When I turned I found that Dylan was looking me with an expression of both amazement and amusement.

"Sorry," I muttered embarrassed at how I probably looked devouring my sandwich.

"No, don't be. It was adorable," he said reaching up and wiping a crumb off of the corner of my mouth before pecking me on the lips softly. I smiled slowly.

After he had finished his food we both decided to go home. Neither of our parents were home and Daniels babysitter was at Dylan's house so we went to my house. I headed straight for my room, collapsing on the bed as Dylan awkwardly stood there as if he didn't know what to do. I patted the spot next to me and he eagerly sat down next to me. I laid my head into his lap and he moved my hair out of my face.

"Here put on whatever you want, I think I want to take a nap," I said handing him the remote, he nodded turning on the television and finding his favorite channel immediately that was now playing a baseball game with two teams I wasn't very familiar with. I stared up at Dylan instead. At this angle his jaw seemed more chiseled and his dark eyelashes shadowed across his cheekbones. I saw the corner of his lips twitch into a smile and his eyes were clearer than normal, kind of like sunlight shining through a smoky quartz.

"I thought you were going to take a nap, not stare at me," he teased and I laughed.

"I wasn't looking at you," I lied probably turning a red color as I felt the heat flood to my cheeks.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'd stare at you forever if I could," he said and I sat up then scooted closer to him so that I was facing him while he was facing me. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into it closing my eyes. I did feel exhausted but I knew I could fight it for a little bit longer.

I leaned forward, catching him off guard as I practically tackled him down. I heard him laugh but I kissed him before he could come up with his usual cocky remark. My hair fell around us, acting a curtain and I had trouble trying to swing my leg around him because my stupid cast was tangled on the blanket. I pulled back and groaned, frustrated as I tried to move the blanket but he caught my off balance and switched out positions.

I giggled as he leaned down kissing me on the collarbone where I was most sensitive. I squirmed for a bit before I brought my hands around his neck pulling him back up to me. He kissed me slowly and passionately, slipping his hand under my shirt and placing it on my side causing my skin to inflame. He broke the kiss after a while and slowly lifted up my shirt, staring at me almost as if he was waiting for me to object but I didn't. He didn't take it off, he just lifted it up enough to show my, apparently normal, still flat stomach. He brought his lips down right above my belly button causing me to suck in a harsh breath. He pulled away whispering something I couldn't really make out.