And She Fell For Love

TEN

I got done changing, and finally went downstairs to talk to Mrs. Bartley. She's such a sincere, young lady, I'm sure she'll let me make dinner for her. I mean, I'm not that good a cook, especially compared to her, but once she sees that I'm doing it from the kindness of my heart, she'll know where I'm coming from.

I was about to walk over to the kitchen, but I saw Dylan writing in this book, that looked a lot like his 'Man-Journal' from way back in sixth grade, and we're junior now. Was that it? Does he still write in it?

"Hey Dyl, what do you have there?"

"It's nothing! It's just, my r-rapping book, where I keep track of all my raps that I've ever composed. Yeah, that's it." he stuttered with a really tense look on his face. Why was he so worked up?

"Really? Because it seems to me that you're writing in your journal that you used to write in back when we were in the sixth grade."

"It's not Mya, just forget it, okay?"

•

"Hey Mrs. Bartley, may I ask a question?"

"Sure honey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well you can tell me anything sweetie. Just think of me as your second mom."

"Well, I wanted to know if I could make you dinner tomorrow; as my way of saying thank you for letting me stay here."

"Oh absolutely Mya! No problem." Yes. Now all I had to do was think what meal to cook.

"But you know what; what's today?"

"Tuesday."

"Hmm, I think it'd be much better, if you cooked dinner Friday night."

"Why Friday night?"

"Oh, I think it'd be more special if you do cooked dinner on Friday. If you did, I'd appreciate it a lot."

"Okay, if that's what you want."

"Thank you very much Mya." Now that I got that out of the way, I decided to go upstairs and continue my relaxation.

"Wait Mya, you're not hungry?"

"Uhm, no thank; not really hungry. But if I do, I'll make something myself. You should relax Mrs. Bartley. You deserve it. Goodnight Mrs. Bartley."

"Thank you Mya, goodnight to you to."

I went back upstairs, got my earphones, and blocked out the world.

Completely.

I played the songs in my playlist that perfectly described my mood and thoughts. I loved those types of songs. The next song was perfect. It was about finding that perfect someone, who may or may not be Dylan. But I don't know. It just felt so right being with him. Dylan and I have been with each other for about thirteen years. That seems like forever. And I know he'll be around for more years to come.

It was 9:58pm. Almost ten o' clock. I was getting sleepy, and hungry. I decided to go downstairs and make a cup of tea, because I am freezing. Most girls my age drinks tea, but I'm not like most girls. The girls at my school; they smoke, have sex with every guy, and disrespect their parents. As for me, I just made out with the school's bad boy, and resulted with getting kicked out of the house, and losing my boyfriend in just two days.

After drinking my tea, I kept the bedside lamp on, went into my fetus position, and curled up with an amazing novel.

•

"Hey Mya, you're still up?"

"Yeah, just reading a book until I fall asleep. By the way, your mom said I could make dinner, but she said I should do it Friday night. I asked her why, but she said it'll be more special that day."

"Oh. That's weird." he said bringing his body closer to mind, practically spooning me. It gave me butterflies, because even though we were only spooning, I still felt like I fitted perfectly under him. I turned my body around to look in him the eyes. His blue-green eyes. How do you tell your best friend that you've known for over ten years that you're starting to catch feelings for him?

Without any hesitation, we both leaned it, leading us to once again, another kiss; and this time, it was different. We couldn't let go of each other. It got deeper and deeper. I crawled up from out of the blanket and sat right on his lap; stroking my finger through his soft dark brown hair. It felt perfect. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. Something came over me.

•

Six minutes past ten o' clock and we were still making out. The feeling was so pleasuring. His lips tastes like heaven. So technically, my lips on heaven, and I could hear the hallelujah chorus.

"Hey Dyl, how long have you had interest in me?" I said rubbing his thumb, while holding his hand, cuddling on his soft bed.

"Remember in kindergarten when you used to always wear those hair bows that matched every outfit you wore, and then you said when you grew up you'd be a princess?"

"Yeah, I remember." I said blushing sweetly.

"Since then, I've been in love with you, and the feeling has never stopped. Not a day went by when we were little, that I didn't stopped thinking about you. Even now, you're still wandering in my thoughts. Everything I do somehow reminds me of you. That's how much I care about you Mya. But, when you told me that you were dating Jesse, my heart sank. I wanted to know why a sweet girl like you, decided to date such a jerk like him. He broke your heart, and I knew inviting you to stay with me, would fix your broken heart; and look where that's got us now. I love you Mya Winford."

"Awe Dylan; I've been wanting to tell you since I moved in, that I feel the same way. I guess moving in with you, and finally getting to hang out with you made me so attached to you, and this feeling just grows stronger and stronger each day. I guess that can explain why I keep blushing around you, and always smiling like an idiot."

"Mya, you're smile is stunning. I love you so much."

"I love you too Dylan," I said planting another kiss on his soft lips.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Right now, I think my beautiful girlfriend should get some sleep because it's awfully late; and maybe tomorrow I'll take her out on our first date."

I started smiling like an idiot again. He just does this time all the time. He kissed my forehead like a true gentleman, and threw the blankets over me.

"Goodnight Mya, I love you so much."

"How much?"

"Let me put it this way, say I gave you a fake rose for your birthday. When that rose dies, that's when I'll stop loving you."

"Dylan, fake roses never dies."

"I know. Goodnight beautiful." he kissed my nose, and I nestled off to sleep.

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~AUTHOR'S NOTE

~AWWWWW, how can you not love Dylan.

They're finally dating.

~~Does anyone here have a favorite book?

I personally, don't have favorites, but the last good book I read was "Forged by Fire", and "An Abundace of Katherine" by John Green; any John Green fans out here?