And She Fell For Love

THREE

Downstairs, we couldn't decide what to watch, so that lead us to a thumb wrestle. Best two out of three, I won. So we decided to watch my ultimate favorite TV show, Pretty Little Liars. The best show created in history. For those who don't know, Pretty Little Liars was the best show to ever exist, for every girl who doesn't watch it, or thinks the show is completely stupid, screw you.

                "I just don't get this show. If the chick is dead, then why are they still looking for her?"

                "You idiot, they are solving for who is 'A'."

                "So is this 'A' chick Ali?"

                "That's what they are trying to figure out."

                He still looked confused, but I didn't bother to continue. After the nachos were done, I decided to go in the kitchen and get a bottle of water.

                "Everything okay Mya?"

                "Yeah, just kinda tired. I got a lot to think about."

                "I understand, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm right here, okay? You can tell me anything, absolutely anything. I'll never judge or criticize, because that's not what best friends do." Dylan was always great at cheering me up. I know everyone told me that we would make a cute couple, but I just couldn't jeopardize that. If we ever broke up, we'd probably lose our friendship, and go from friends, to lovers, to complete strangers. Dylan and I have been through a lot, and it'd be sad if all those memories just washed away, like me and Jesse.

                Jesse. Why did that name pop back up? I wasn't prepared to cry again, but there I went, crying a river; I was getting really tired of having to go through this heartbreaking routine.

                "No Mya, don't cry. You're an amazing girl, you'll get through all of this, I'll even help you if you want; I hate seeing you this sad."

                "Thank Dylan. Maybe I should just head off to bed."

                "Yeah, that's a good idea, go upstairs, I'll clean this mess up."

                "Thanks Dylan." I said giving him a big hug and going upstairs. I left him in the kitchen cleaning up the nachos we ate.

                Upstairs, I just stared at myself in the mirror. Just seeing how I looked to everyone else that glances at me. I saw a girl who looked perfectly fine, but that was a complete lie. On the insides, it was a girl whose own brain was controlling her. She can't sleep at night, because her brain was giving her thoughts to be depressed and cry about. Every morning, her brain would tell her a terrible thought that would linger in her head all day, from dawn to sunset.

                I see a girl who's lost the best thing she ever had, and knows that there is no chance, that she'll ever get him back. I see a girl, who's been so hurtful, not spending as much time with her best friend, because she's been spending all her time being cute with the one she truly loved.

                "Hey Mya, you okay?" Dylan said suddenly walking into the room, making me forget about my thoughts.

                "Yeah, I'm fine, about to go to bed. I gotta get up early to pick up the rest of my stuff"

                "Cool. I can take you there tomorrow after we eat breakfast."

                "Thanks. Goodnight."

                "Wait I-

                "What?"

                "Nothing, it's just that I always sleep on the left side of my bed, but it's cool, you can sleep there."

                "Really Dylan, if it's your spot, take it back."

                "No, Mya, it's cool. I'll be fine, right here." he said climbing into the other side of the bed.

                "Goodnight Mya."

                "Goodnight Dylan."

                My thought, awkward. It felt super weird, but I'll have to get used to it.

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                It was 5:48am. I couldn't sleep, only because my mind was doing that 'controlling' thing it does when I don't want to think of horrible stuff, but my mind does it anyway. Dylan then yarned and stretched, but had is arm over me by accident; at least that what I believe. I wouldn't think that Dylan would purposely put his arm around me. We're just friends, he even established that. I'm not gonna worry about it, it was an accident, that's all I know.

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~Author's Note

Woah, was Dylan thinking, lol.

~If you could learn anything new, what would it be? I'd love to learn how to play the piano and guitar.

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