Vacillate

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So the only thing 'real' in this chapter is Dylan's name and appearance. Also decided you live in England :) (I'm sorry about the amount of parents in this, it'll change).

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So your mother convinced you to visit the new people three houses away. She said she already met the woman two days ago and they had some small talk. She sent you away with her famous cake (only thing she can bake) to give to them, as a welcoming gift. It's kind of embarrassing. You walk towards the door of the rather big house and ring the doorbell. A neat woman with auburn hair opens and smiles politely.

''You must be Sanne, your mother told me you'd come by!'' She steps aside and gestures you to come in.

You walk behind her through the hall and the door opening on the right. You see someone sitting on the couch, only the back of his head though. ''I brought cake'' you say, feeling kinda uncomfortable in stranger's houses.

''Oh Marvelous! Just put it on the counter over there, pleasethankyou.'' she points to the kitchen, which is connected to what appears to be the living room. The house still looks unfinished but that was quite logic.

''Sorry about all the boxes, haven't had much time to unpack yet.'' The woman taps on the shoulder of the person on the couch. ''Dylan, we have a guest.''

He puts his book away and stands up. He was tall with quite an athletic building and a dark brown quiff. He was very, very handsome. You shake hands ''Dylan.'' He says with a very charming smile on his face.

''Oh bloody!' The woman immediately grabs your hand from Dylan's before you got to say your name and to ruin the moment. ''Excuse me dear, My name is Jade O'Brien. Now, shall I make some tea?''

''I'm sorry about my mom.'' Dylan says as soon she's gone. ''We're only in England for three whole days and she's saying all these words, pretty sure she just said 'marvelous'?''

You laugh and Dylan looks down to the ground, smiling and shaking his head. ''She didn't say that one before.''

''I can hear you, you know that?'' Mrs. O'Brien says from the kitchen.

''I do not care, but you do know that.'' Dylan looks at you. ''Sorry, wasn't able to catch your name.''

''It's Sanne, I live three house that way.'' You point over your shoulder. ''Sanne.'' Dylan repeats. ''I like that name.'' You're not sure how to respond to that.

''Hey wanna see my room?'' He asks. ''Okay that sounded way more childlish than I intended. I'm sorry, it's not like I want to-'' He rubs his hand togheter and looks a bit awkward. ''I just mean, we can..'' He looks in the direction of the kitchen to make clear what he's saying. ''..leave. Come.''

With following him up the stairs you can see he's wearing socks, some dark jeans and a dark blue sweater. The sweater somehow looked very well on him.

''Not much of a room but please, sit down on my grand sofa.'' With that he meant the three boxes next to each other where 'clothes' was written on.

The room was indeed nothing interesting, but a big object against the wall caught your eye immediately.

''What's underneath that blanket?'' You ask Dylan, who just sat down on his bed. ''Oh, it's a piano'' he says, like it's nothing special.

You step towards it. ''Can I see?''

He hesitates for a moment. ''Sure.'' He pulls of the blanket and a beautiful black Roland piano appears.

''I assume you play?'' ''Yeah. My mom made me have piano lessons when I got six, I always hated it. I only started loving it when I was like 15.'' You notice that he doesn't really look fond of the piano. ''But lately, I don't know, I haven't been playing that much.'' He shrugs. ''I think it's mainly because you aren't aloud to have a piano like this in college.''

''So you go to college?'' You ask and Dylan goes back to sitting on his bed, unconsciously, you do too and sit down next to him. ''Went. Finished last month.'' He starts fixing his hair a bit while leaning on his arm.

''Then why do you live with your parents? You think." Dylan says and continues, answering the question. '''Well, actually they live with me, I wanted to move to England because there are more interesting jobs to find here. And they went with me because they would do anything for a son like me. So now they're here too, paying my rent and stuff.''

You scoff. ''Yeah right.''

There's a knock on the door and Dylan leans back. You move over a bit too, not realising how close you two were.

''So here's your tea.'' Mrs. O'Brien puts the tray on the boxes. ''If you wanted any cookies.. well you are going to have to search for the mall, since I haven't found it yet.''

She turns around and leaves. ''I know where it is...'' you start but she's already gone. ''Oh.''

Dylan chuckles. ''You accent is adorbs.'' he says while you sip on your tea.

''Okay.'' You swallow. ''You're not allowed to say adorbs anymore.''

Dylan laughs. ''You can't stop me.''

You look at him while drinking your tea. His hair looks like he cares alot about it but it was anything but boring. His eyes are brown, lighter than his hair and they were looking as if they were observing you as well. He has a celestial nose and some fine cheekbones. Yeah, very handsome.

''Hey, can you mabye play some piano?'' You ask to break the silence, eventhough it wasn't uncomfertable. ''I'd like to hear something.''

''Yeah sure, but not now, later.'' He says, waking up from his trance. He stands up and grabs your hand to lift you up too. ''First, we're going to the mall, I actually did want cookies.''

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''You've been gone a while.'' your mother says.

''Yeah.'' You check your phone.

''And how were they?''

''yeah, nice, neat family.'' You see you got messages from Ashton

''I heard they're some wealthy people.''

''Oh.''

Ashton was an friend of yours, best friend when you were younger actually. You'd play outside and later hang out all the time. You hadn't seen him for while. Curiously you open the conversation.