Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

24- Hot Hot Hot!

Since I was on mom-duty and barely had any drinks the night before, I woke up super early. Well, early compared to my hungover friends. Every other productive citizen living in this house woke up at a decent hour.

It wasn't hard to forget about Dean slumbering in my room. He even took the liberty of appearing in my dreams.

Stupid asshole.

I tiptoed through my room as I rushed to get ready. I didn't want him to wake up and see me. Honestly, as awful as it sounded, I wanted him to sneak out like this was a one-night stand. It was better that way.

I made sure to get dressed in my cutest outfit and put on a face full of makeup. I refused to let him know how broken I was over him or how I cried when I woke up and realized my dream wasn't real.

Pathetic, really.

After I looked drop-dead gorgeous – humble, I know – I went downstairs to the kitchen. Much to my surprise, Dylan was sitting at the counter.

He let out a low whistle when he saw me. "Damn girl, you single?"

Yes actually, thanks for reminding me.

I rolled my eyes as I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of juice. "What're you doing here?"

"Ah, I spent the night at Andrew's so I thought I'd pop on over. I'm sure Jaz and Kim are gonna be hella hungover and you shouldn't have to deal with that alone."

I raised a perfectly filled brow as I sipped on my juice. "Who said I'm dealing with them? They better be out of here as soon as their eyes snap open."

He chuckled and eyed my outfit. I was wearing my favorite two-piece outfit. It was a blue, striped skirt with cute buttons lining it, finished with a bow belt. The top was matching the pattern of the skirt and landed right above my belly button, showing a sliver of my mid-drift.

"So, what's with the fit?" Before I could answer, realization dawned on his features. "Is Dean still here?"

"Unless you saw him sneak out, yeah," I sighed, taking a seat next to him. He gently nudged my shoulder and I returned the action. My eyes skimmed over his face and noticed how exhausted he was. "Jesus Dyl, did you actually sleep last night?"

I knew asking was a mistake when a smirk overtook his features. "Well, actually, I was up all night with this blond–"

"Okay," I put up my hands, silencing him. "I seriously don't wanna know."

He laughed and shrugged an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. "Ah Bella, you are the one who asked."

"And I regret it," I grimaced. "Ugh, I hope those lovebirds wake up soon."

"Breakfast?" Dylan wiggled his brows like he said suggested the dirtiest thing in the world.

A wry laugh left my lips. "If you think I'm cooking for you..."

"Cereal it is," he dramatically sighed and got up to make himself a bowl.

"There are meds in that cabinet if you need it." I pointed to our medicine cabinet.

He whipped his head around and grimaced. "I know where it is, thank you very much."

Of course, he did. He knew this house better than I did. Just implying he didn't really pushed his buttons, hence making me do it more.

"Where are your parents?" he asked, settling next to me with a bowl of frosted flakes. I grimaced thinking about how pissed Justin would be when he saw Dylan eating all of his favorite breakfast food.