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Easy way or hard way- Dylan's POV

Dylan's POV-

I found myself trying not to grimace again. Usually, it was quite easy to keep my expressions emotionless or proper. Right then, however, I was having an awfully tough time keeping the polite smile on my face.

She wouldn't just shut up about my wrong doings. She continuously kept bringing things up pettily and acted as if she was so high and mighty. Used to, it was easy to ignore or easy to agree, but it was hard for me right then.

Why? I wasn't sure. It was probably because I had been spending so much time with Presley. With her, I never had to pretend. In fact, she chastised me for trying that with her. She never belittled me or brought up mistakes. She simply accepted me. It was funny that she would accept me and care for me when my own girlfriend acted like she was doing me such a favor for even being in the same vicinity.

Honestly, I was exhausted while hanging out with Lindsay. I was mentally drained and emotionally holding back. That was how I knew that it okay though... I couldn't trust myself or my emotions and thoughts. They were too messed up and dark for me to allow them to run my life. It never got me anywhere.

I had taken Lindsay to nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. Then we went to a later showing at the downtown theater of some play that the local community college was putting on. I personally didn't like theater too much, it was hard enough for me to sit still through a regular movie... much less, a whole play. Still, she liked it, so I suffered through it. I could see the way my life was going to pan out in that one night. It was depressing.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as we walked down the streetlight-lit sidewalk back to my car which was parked in one of the free lots further down from the main road. I couldn't focus on her mindless chatter as we walked, I was having a hard time following her voice and points. It wasn't that she was on a complicated subject or anything, on the contrary, the subject that she was talking about seemed pointless. She was saying something about her friend's boyfriend being with someone else, and I honestly didn't care about that. My mind didn't even try to comprehend the pointless words. I often lost track of conversations that didn't keep my mind occupied or thinking... that seemed to happen quite a bit with Lindsay. Of course, she hardly noticed; she just continued talking.

I felt myself mourning the comfortable silence that I wish we could have. I found it annoying that Lindsay felt the need to fill in the treasured silence with mindless and boring chatter. I knew that it was what was normal people did, but I didn't like it. I liked those moment where silence could envelope everyone and we could just stop and be for a second.

My mind was always on overdrive, so when those silences came around, they were very cherished. It gave my mind a moment to rest. It happened very few times for me. In fact, I wasn't sure if I had ever experienced comfortable silence with anyone other than Presley. Jeez, that was sad...

I just kept nodding and walked down the street with Lindsay at leisurely pace. I wasn't worried about getting mugged or anything. Our small town was relatively safe, the only thing that there was to worry about were the few homeless people, but even they left everyone well enough alone.

That was why whenever we got to the corner, about to turn into the lot that my car was in, and someone ran smack dab into us, I was on immediate guard. Lindsay even let out an annoying scream and I stood straight up in attention.

What I hadn't expected was Presley to be the one that ran into us. She had fallen to the ground at the impact and was rubbing her eyes vigorously as she was looking around. We all stared at each other for a few moments before she busted out into a loud and harmonious laugh.