And She Fell For Love

ELEVEN

I am so tired, but I slept so comfortably last night, because Dylan's arms were wrapped right around me. I can't believe Dylan and I are officially dating. It's something that crossed my mind for years, but I didn't think it would actually happen. Or maybe I was just pessimistic at the time. I was always scared of what would happen if we did become a couple, but it just happened so naturally; and then that kiss; it made me feel like I was floating on air.

Do any of you know the song “Kissin’ U” by Miranda Cosgrove? That song perfectly explains how my kiss with Dylan felt. And as she sang in the song, “It kinda feels like it's love.”

Being with Dylan just felt so right. I think he's the perfect guy for me. Words can't explain my love for him, it's hard to explain. With him, I don't have to try to be anyone but myself. I know it's only been a few hours since we began dating (I love saying that), but I just don't want to blow this.

•

“Wake up sleep-head.” I said waking my adorable boyfriend up.

“What time is it?” Dylan asked getting out of bed and yawning so adorably.

“It's 9:38. If you don't mind Dylan, I wanted you to help me think of something to make your mom Friday night. She wants it to be perfect.” I walked out the room to say good morning to Mrs. Bartley, but there was a note on her room door,

Dylan and Mya,

Sorry I am not home, I've decided to take Mya's advice to visit the school of culinary arts downtown. I will be back before 5pm. Thank you Mya, for always having faith in me, and giving me the motivation to live my dream. You rock!

~Mom / Mrs. Bartley

I never thought of myself as a hero.

“Dylan, you're mom went to the school of culinary arts I was telling her about. I can't believe she actually took my advice.”

“Actually, Mya, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.” He grabbed my hand and started rubbing it. This didn't look so good.

“My dad is coming this Friday. My mom just wanted you to cook that day so that you can impress him. I'm sorry.”

“What? Was this her way of, humiliating me? I can't cook for your dad, he's horrible. He'll treat me terribly. Remember last time?”

Suddenly, I had a flashback:

It was five or six years ago, at Dylan's house. My mom and I were over their house because Mrs. Bartley invited us. I was about halfway done my meal, and Mr. Bartley tries to point out every bad flaw that I had, from ‘I sung too pitchy at the talent show’, to ‘my bad taste of clothing.’ I have never felt so embarrassed in my entire life, and I thought I did great at the talent show, even though I got fourth place. Afterwards, Dylan's mom brought out dessert, and he 'accidentally insulted my mom about her weight, which I think is fine. She has a great figure, for a mom.

“Mya, I'm here to protect you. While I'm here, he won't lay a finger on you okay?”

“Okay.” I trusted every word he said. I know Dylan wouldn't let anything happen to me.
•

Later at night, Dylan took me to this really high-class restaurant. I'm starting to think that Dylan has some money that no one knows about; because Dylan's even buying an awful lot of things for me. The dresser the necklace, and now this. He is such a gentleman.

I wore my fancy, but unique indigo-colored dress, and he wore this very handsome-looking suit. We looked amazing together. We are amazing together.

We sat at our seats and ordered our food. While we were waiting, I ate some of the breadsticks that was on the table. It was still fresh and warm.

“Can you believe it? Our first official date, after thirteen years of being just friends, the day has finally come.” Dylan was telling me while holding my hand and rubbing it.

I was going to continue, but I saw something. Something heart-wrenching. It was Jesse. He brought some girl here. Pretty funny, because he never took me to any classy dinners, or any romantic dates.

The most expensive thing Jesse has ever given me, was a pair of sunglasses, and he stole it from his mom. I guess I didn't mean that much to him. He brought a complete stranger to a restaurant that he could never afford when I was with him.

I didn't want to cry, because I knew he wasn't worth it, but I guess I wasn't
to him either. But there it happened, I cried anyway. I ran straight outside the restaurant, where no one could see me; behind the dumpster. I didn't want Dylan to see me cry, he's seen enough.