Don't make the same mistakes again

Moving on (2)

Dylan

I shouldn't have asked that, I am such an idiot, getting inside peoples brains.

A knock on the door scared me. "Ah, get out!" I yelled in shock, but when I saw her standing there, my stance soften, but my eyes were still lighted with fury, polished with fresh tears. I could tell from the way she stared at me, as if she just saw a depressed dirge. "Look, Dylan." I continued looking at the duvets. I never cried, especially not in front of her. "Dylan?" she started, "Dylan!" She snapped, making me snap along, "What?" 

She seem to have been satisfied with the attention she got because she pushed it, "Can I come in?" No. My idiotic self fought, but I was weak inside and I ended up giving in, "Whatever." I still spoke in a cold tone.

"I thought you were going to call your peasants in to check on me." She glared and hissed, "Dylan, be nice, they're your friends too."

"No they're not." I crossed my arms stubbornly.

"Stop being so childish!" She demanded. "Well then stop playing around with my feel---"

"Oh... so now it's you, you, you, you! Damn, you never got the heart to feel what I feel and the simple common sense to know that I am hurt. I didn't like your question but I answered anyways, just so you'd know Mark will always be my first love, I am his first and last and you are my second, vice versa." Ouch that hurts. She was right though......

She started to turn to the door and I looked up at her and called her name, "Bray." The 'r' curling my tongue, and the 'y' still lingering in my mouth. I love to say her name, I realized. Much more than Delilah's for sure. "What?" She glared back at me, "I'm sorry." I replied sincerely.

"Kay." was all I got, and she walked out.

She was at the kitchen flipping pancakes, her hair tied in a messy bun. Paul winked at me and I noticed he had joined us, too. I headed to the kitchen, smelling a fragrant smell of pancakes and guessed it was Bray because she wasn't in the living hall. 

"Hey." I greeted her when I saw her cute figure. She didn't flinch, neither did she turn to look at me. I walked over, and she spun around, "What?" 

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." I kissed her neck sending shivers down her body. "Go away." She bit back. "No." I smirked. She pushed me away and walked out with the pancakes. "Damn Bray." I maundered. 

"Everyone was sitting on the table watching twilight and feasting on their pancakes. I noticed an untouched pancake with a heart drawn with syrup. I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Carlo was snickering along with Emma. "What's up with you two?" Emily looked over, but the others kept their eyes glued to the television screen. "Oh that's yours." Emily nodded at the pancake. I nodded back and grabbed it, sitting on the seat beside Emily. 

"She did that you know?" Emily said after a while. "Ye." I can't believe her, a moment she pushes me away and the next this? She was driving me nuts. Insanity. "What's wrong?" Emily nodded at my untouched pancakes, "Too lovely to be eaten?" I glared at her and she only laughed. I poked into it and she watched as I ate it. "Quit watching." I growled.

"I am not, stop being paranoid."

"Then what are you looking at?"

"Bray and that girl."

"Are you in love with her or something?" For the first time, I noticed that a familiar looking person was chatting blissfully with Brayleigh. They seemed to be having a good time. I'd feel bad for interrupting.