Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Twenty Four-P1-{Dylan's P.O.V} - This Is Our Song (Nothing Else Matters)

Chapter Twenty Four- Part One- {Dylan's P.O.V} - This Is Our Song (Nothing Else Matters)

Chapter Dedicated to Prettymell

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Dylan's P.O.V

It was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Snow was really my girlfriend. I wouldn't have to hide my feelings anymore-well not that I was good at hiding them anyways. A blind person could have seen how much I cared about Snow. If only she had realized my feelings herself instead of having Jake tell her. And Jake was a piece of work too. I had only told three people that I liked Snow and the only one to spill was Jake. The little bastard. He'd told Snow that I liked her, granted it was the reason why she was my girlfriend now but still.

Now I was walking with Snow to my car where I had her Christmas present. I was having mixed feelings about giving it to her now since it would most likely bring back bad memories. But she had always wanted one and from what I hear since she was nine years old, so she shouldn't mind.

I opened the doors to my car and got into the driver's seat. Snow sat in the passenger seat and I turned the heater on. It was snowing out again and I was really freezing my ass off. I didn't hate the snow but it was a pain in the ass sometimes. No there is no double meaning. Snowphie is not a pain in my ass but the snow is. Just to make that clear.

"Is that a guitar?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Snow. She was looking at the back seat where I had a guitar with a bow on it.

Yes I know, I'm lazy.

"Yeah...its for you." I said hesitantly. Snow paused and shifted her eyes from the guitar to me. I kept my face blank. She stared at me for a while and I wondered what was going through her mind.

"You...got me a...guitar." I nodded and watched her closely. I had turned in my seat to fully face her in case I needed to hold her close to me.

Snow looked down at her hands then did the unexpected. She looked at the guitar again and went to grab it. She held it in her arms carefully. The black glossy face of the guitar was smooth to the touch, the strings were all toned and it looked well with Snow. She held the guitar like she had already had some experience with one.

I'd have to ask her later.

She looked at me again this time with a bright smile on her face instead of a serious look.

That was what I had been waiting for. That smile makes it all worth it.

"Thank you, Dylan. I love it! Is the design custom?" She asked. I looked at the guitar again as I saw the white design around the sound hole and at the bottom of the face. From what I was told, the store owner of this guitar said it was meant for a girl but her parents never got to pick it up. The father was the one to ask for the designs on the guitar.

"Yeah they are. The store owner said that someone came up with the designs for him to do on it." Snow nodded and she looked back at the guitar, engrossed by it. I couldn't help but let my lips pulled up into a smile too. This is how I always wanted to see her, this is how she should always be. Not like how I found her half an hour ago.

I turned back in my seat and looked at the time. It was 9:30. I had taken longer than I expected. They were probably thinking that I bailed on them.

How I wish I was.

"Put your seatbelt on. It's going to be a while before we get to Tony's." I reversed out of Snow's driveway going left to the streets.

"Why are we going to Tony's?" I glanced at Snow from the corner of my eye.