And She Fell For Love

NINE

After getting home, well at Dylan's house, I decided to relax. I haven't relaxed in months. I deserved it anyway. I've been studying a lot and I just got out of a nasty breakup. Besides, I'm a guest, no one will be or can tell me what to do. Besides Mrs. Bartley of course.

This relaxation feels great. Until it was ruined; because Dylan pulled the headphones right out of my ear. Now that I think about it, it should be called earphones since it goes in my ear. And headphones goes around your head. But either way, he still pulled them out my ear and it really hurtled.

"Ouch! What Dylan?"

"I know what you can do for my mom! You can make her a nice homemade dinner!"

"Yeah, that's a great idea! Thank you so much!" I hugged him and got back on the bed.

Since I couldn't relax anymore, I just decided to sit up under the blankets and watch TV. Dylan crawled under the blankets to sit right next to me. I caught him looking right at me. Damn. His perfect blue-green eyes. Just made you want to melt in his arms.

"What are you watching?"

"Safe Haven."

"I like that movie. It's romantic."

"Awe, you still watch hick flicks?"

"Yes. Mya I haven't changed that much."

"I know Dylan, I wish I could've seen this new you before, but I-

"I know Mya. You don't have to say it. He's the past now." He said, looking into my eyes. But the funny thing is, our eyes never drifted apart from each other. We were still looking at each other dead in the eyes. He then bit his lip, which was so full and pink, and was right there, less than two inches away from mine. I couldn't help it any longer.
We kissed.
And sparks flew.
It felt so magical.

Dylan blushed and decided to watch the rest of the movie with me. I know I didn't blush, but on the inside, there were butterflies flying around in my stomach.
I've kissed Dylan before, but that's when we were like five years old and didn't know any better. I had to admit he was a good kisser.
•

I woke up snuggled in Dylan's arms. It felt like I belonged there. That's what I liked about Dylan's body. Every time I hugged or snuggled in his arms, it felt right. I fitted perfectly in his arms. Like his arms were made just for me. I turned over, and saw Dylan's perfect face. I couldn't help but smile.

These past few days have been really weird; from moving in with Dylan, to cuddling with him after watching a chick flick. I remember when Dylan asked me out back in middle school. I couldn't date him, because I thought it would ruin our friendship; but now I'm starting to have second thoughts. Dylan seems like the guy I've wanted all along. The guy I thought was Jesse, but it wasn't. Besides, Dylan said he moved on. So I couldn't date him even if I wanted to.

I looked at my alarm clock that still wasn't disabled yet, it said 7:53pm. It wasn't that late. I should just take a shower, and ask Mrs. Bartley if I can cook dinner tomorrow night.
•

I got out the shower a couple of minutes later and was frightened. Dylan was right in the room, looking right at me, and I was only wearing a towel and shower cap. Awkward.

"Uh, I-i thought you were still sleeping?"

"I woke up about two minutes ago. But I gotta say, you look sexy as hell right now." He said getting closer and closer to me. Damn, the more I looked at his face, the more butterflies flew into my stomach. Why was he so perfect? And when did he get so perfect? Long ago, he was just Dylan, the guy who became my best friend. But I guess he hit puberty, and puberty did an astounding touch-up. I couldn't help myself. I kissed him. And licked my lips immediately. We both started blushing. I might be catching feelings for him.

"I'm so sorry Dylan. That was a total accident," I said blushing.

"I don't know what's gotten into me, but you were standing right there and I-

He cut me right off by kissing me. Sparks flew like the Fourth of July. I wanted to push harder, but I forgot I was only wearing a towel, and the smart thing to do would be to hold on to it, rather than holding on to him.

"You worry too much Mya. Just relax. I'll leave so you can change. But hurry, my mom's making Chicken Alfredo." He looked at me one last time, bit his lip and left. He was too sexy. Has Dylan always been this way? Or have I been too busy to ever notice?

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~Author's Note

~Dylan is kinda turning Mya on don't you think?

~Does anybody know where's Waldo?

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