He Found Her.

Chapter 22.

Dylan's POV

Vintage dropped my bags right in front of the door as I was walking in. She wasn't paying attention. I look around her shoulder and I saw her mom laying there on the couch. She went over to her mom, and sat there with her.

She looked at her moms face, and she started to touch her skin. She drew back as if her moms skin shocked her. Something about it wasn't right, but I did as Vintage asked me, and took the bags up to the room.

I was thinking about my mom.

Ms. Synthia O'Brien.

It's good to have a second family, but something about me having a second family made me feel bad. My first family is supposed to be the closest to me, but they were the farthest. I didn't have my dad anymore. Derek would be his replacement. My mom was more of an enemy than my actual friend. Call us frenemies if you want. We struggled as many families did, and we were just so unstable.

I was looking for change with my second family. Vintage and I had the same situation, basically, so I could relate. Being able to connect with someone on such a personal level brings you closer to them in ways you couldn't even imagine, and that's how I felt about Vintage.

I sat the bags on the bed, and rubbed my hands down the sides of my pants. They were kind of sweaty from carrying the bags. I looked to the dresser, me and Vintages picture not there.

"Crap..."

I just shook my head, and sat on the bed. I was waiting on Vintage, but she didn't come up to the room.

Vintages POV

"Mom, wake up."

She didn't even budge.

"Mother.."

I didn't want to panic, but a part of me wanted to. I was struggling with myself.

"Mom! Come on!"

She still didn't budge.

"Dylan! Come down here!"

I didn't know what was wrong with my mom, but she wasn't budging for me.

"Yeah?"

"My mom isn't moving, and I've been trying to wake her up. She won't move."

Dylan walked over to us, bent down in front of my mom, and checked her pulse.

"Her pulse is fine."

"You sure?"

"Yah, she's cool. She's just getting old. Don't worry too much okay?"

"She's my mom, I have to worry."

"Don't kill yourself of stress."

I'll kill myself before stress will..

Dylan and I walked to the kitchen adjacent from our couch.

"You hungry dude?"

"You read my mind."

"Make yourself at home then Obrien. Cooking on you tonight! Haha."

Dylan laughed at me, a bit too loud.

"Ssshhh!"

"Oops, sorry."

Dylan came over to me, and sat me on the counter top. He looked me in my eyes.

"Vintage."

"Yea..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, with all my heart."

"Vin, no."

He made me raise an eyebrow. I didn't know where he was going with this.

"Why no? You think I'm lying?"

"I really, really fucking love you."

That brought a HUGE smile to my face. We kissed so passionately.

"Do you really wanna eat??"

"No, let's go up to my room."

We made our way to my room, and he sat on my bed. I went over and climbed on top of him, caressing him, and fingering through his hair, while kissing him. He interrupted the kiss..

"I love when you do that."

"Let me keep doing it then.."

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