And She Fell For Love

THIRTEEN

Finally pulling up to Dylan's house, I decided that once I reach in his house, I will take a long hot shower, and just think myself to sleep. This date didn't go as intended. But I'm glad Dylan isn't mad; that's what I loved about him. He could never be mad at stuff like that, he's always hopeful, always smiling, and that gives me butterflies.

I see Mrs. Bartley's car was parked out front, which meant, she was home, which also meant that she was making some yummy dinner later. When Dylan and I walked in the living room we were appalled.

"Dad?" the minute Dylan said that, all my butterflies that were in my stomach, just died.

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"Dad, you're home early."

"Yeah, I missed you and your mom very much. Mya, I see you haven't changed one bit. Were you in this year's talent show at your school?"

"Actually yes, I got second place."

"Well better than last time." I hated that old man. The classy side of me would just ignore him and move on, but then the RUDE side of me wants to just him in the face with a baseball bat.

"Kids, why don't you guy go to your room, and freshen up, dinner will be ready soon."

"What are we having mom?" Dylan asked with a huge smile on his face.

"Pita pizza." And then his smile disappeared.

"Wait, I thought you said that you'd make your amazingly good hamburgers on the drive home from the restaurant." Dylan asked really confused.

"I decided to make pita pizza, it's your dad's favorite." Mrs. Bartley said stroking Mr. Bartley's hair. Gross, I'm gonna barf.

"Son, why don't you guys go to your room, and when you guys come back, you can tell me all about your date." He had a very creepy look on his face when he said that, but I'm assuming now he knows we're dating. Great, more insults coming later. This dinner is gonna be filled with disturbed awkwardness.

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I can see why he said your room so suspiciously. He changed Dylan's room around, COMPLETELY. He bought me my own bed, but not only that, he literally divided the room and half with red duct tape, which totally ruined Dylan's bedroom look. Dylan's side of the room looked so organized, but on my side, all my clothes were scrambled everywhere. If I didn't know better, I would say that Mr. Bartley threw my stuff everywhere on purpose. You can't hate me because my mom didn't want to go to prom with a weirdo like you.

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After getting out the shower, I went in the room, seeing Dylan in nothing but his shorts. He had such a gorgeous body, made me feel some type of way. MMM.

"Have you been working out?"

"A little, that separation we had between each other, gave me some time to rebuild myself."

"That was a smart choice you made, maybe sooner or later, we should work out together; like a join a gym or something."

"I like the sound of that." Before we could even kiss, Mr. Bartley came barging in the room, and I only had on a towel and shower cap. Haven't you ever heard of knocking? There's a young lady in here.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Which he totally meant to do. "But tomorrow, I will be renovating your room, so you guys should go do something tomorrow, the entire day. I will be installing curtains, to make sure you guys are separated. Or better, yet, I should build a wall, which completely separates you two. Just to make sure you guys are safe. By the way Mya, I heard you will be making dinner Friday, can't wait to choke— I mean crack some new jokes at the dinner table. Will be such a fun night." he slammed the door, and left Dylan and I with wandering thoughts.

Choke. That brings back many memories.

I can remember one time I came for dinner, I choked and nearly died from some dinner that Mr. Bartley made. I warned him that I was allergic to soy, but coincidently, only my plate of food had soy in it. I was rushed straight to the hospital, and luckily, made it alive. He was such a heartless person; he hated me so much, that he wanted to see me almost die? What a jerk.

"I'm really sorry about my dad; it seems like he's gotten even worse."

"It's okay, I'll just ignore him. But I swear, if he gets on my nerves Friday when I'm making dinner, he's gonna wish he never met me." And that wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

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~Author's Note

I know this question has nothing to do with the chapter, but does anyone think Mya's dad reasoning for her getting kicked out was pretty harsh?