And She Fell For Love

FOURTEEN + A.N

Dinner was very uncomfortable. Sitting next to Dylan, I could hear his tummy growling, he must really be hungry. I'm surprised Mr. Bartley hasn't said a word yet. Eating pizza for dinner at the Bartleys' wasn't something I was expecting tonight, but it was still nice if her to make dinner every night while I'm here; because as far as I knew, Mrs. Bartley rarely made dinner unless she had guest coming. Dylan would usually make his own dinner. A guy that can cook, I find that very attractive.

"This pizza is very yummy Mrs. Bartley."

"Why thank you Mya, I know it's not what you kids were expecting, but Wesley really wanted this and hasn't ate pizza in weeks."

Fair enough. Sometimes I hate when people are nice to people who are complete demons. Speaking of which, why is Mr. and Mrs. Bartley together anyway? Is it against her will? Does she feel sorry for him? Is he secretly rich, and Mrs. Bartley is secretly a gold digger? I have no idea.

"So Mya, what's been going on in your life? Other than you dating my Dill-Pickle." That was by far the most disturbing thing Mr. Bartley has ever said, EVER. Dylan looked so disappointed and embarrassed. He's so adorable.

"Well, since its spring break, I decided to start my college search, which I already completed, and just trying to enjoy the rest of spring break; it's over in four days."

"Wow, it's Wednesday already? Seems to me that you need to complete everything on your spring break bucket list before Monday comes back again." Wow. No sarcasm. No insult. No negativity. That was well-played. Mrs. Bartley must've tied him down. Kudos to her.

"Just be sure to stay away from soy."
And there he goes, he brought that situation back up.

"Dad, c'mon, not now." I loved when Dylan stood up for me. He's such a gentleman, unlike his dad.

"What? Just trying to liven this place up. Why is everybody so silent?"
Maybe because no one wanted to say anything as long as you were around.

"Dylan," Mr. Bartley said putting his hand in Dylan's shoulder,

"Why her? I'm sure you could've done better than Mya; but don't worry, one of my workmates has this very gorgeous daughter, you're age and everything. 3.8 grade point average, captain of the girls basketball team 'and' physics club, I'm sure she'd be perfect for you." Did he really think I could hear him how stupid did he think I was? I could see Dylan's face getting red with fury, but he was trying to cool down.

"Why don't we just skip all of this, and have a family karaoke night!" Mrs. Bartley said with her loving voice. She could always handle a situation so easily.

"Well, a Bartley Family Karaoke Night, with Mya." Thanks for making me feel excluded Mr. Bartley.
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"Okay, who wants to go first?" Mrs. Bartley said holding the microphones.

"I wanna sing with Mya" Dylan said looking straight into my eyes. He was so smooth and charming.

"We'll sing 'Little Talks'." I loved that song. I think it's better than all those cheap auto tuned songs I hear today on the radio. Not that I don't like them, so of the singers just sound auto tuned.

As we're singing along, I feel more butterflies entering my stomach. I didn't know Dylan could sing so well. He's awesome. He should try out for the spring musical coming up with me. We'd be perfect; both get the leading role, we'll get to spend more time together, and plus, there's an on-stage kiss. Our reality will be portrayed as a fantasy. Our love is so strong, no one, not even Jesse, can break it.

After finishing the song, we both bowed and sat down on the couch.

"C'mon Wesley, let's sing a song together."

"No dear, maybe later. Right now I wanna sing a song with my son. C'mon son, any song, bet I'll sound better than you." I'm sure Dylan did not want to sing with his dad. Poor Dyl.

"Fine, but I will not have as much fun as you will."

"Let's sing 'Another One Bites the Dust'"

Gross. That song always comes on the 80s station. Talk about old fashioned. But I'm sure Dylan knew the words to it, he just didn't want to sing it. Embarrassing.

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I never completely understood what that song was about. From what I heard from their singing, Steve and his girlfriend broke up, and he's not so happy with it. At least that what I think.

"Mya, would you like to give a performance?" Mrs. Bartley said practically shoving the mic into my hand.

"No thank you Ma'am, this is your home, I wouldn't want to-"

"She couldn't sing, even if she wanted to, dead fish will just rise to the surface." Mr. Bartley mumbled under his breath.

"On second thought, give me that mic. I'll sing 'Stay with Me' by Sam Smith." That is my favorite love song of all time. It's so romantic and emotional, and Sam Smith is like the greatest singer in the universe. I would so marry him.

"Dylan, this is for you." I said winking and smiling really hard at him.

I started off pretty strong, and every chance I had to hit the high notes, I did it perfectly, and every time I did, I could see Mr. Bartley roll his eyes. Jealous much. As for Dylan, he looked really emotional, as if he was gonna start tearing up; as so was I, because I meant every word I sang in the song.

I only had about thirty seconds of the song, hitting every note perfectly, probably better than Sam Smith would ever, but let's face it, Sam Smith is like legendary, no one in this world can sing better than him. As soon as I was about to finish, my vision was kinda blurry, but I could see something heading my way. It looked like liquid, white liquid. If I didn't know any better...

Yep. It was soy milk; splattered all over me. I could feel my body shifting. I started coughing heavily, my eyes were starting to swell up, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Dear god, why me?

"Wesley! Was that soy milk?"

"Was it? Or I forgot, I thought it was 2% milk. They taste just the same." I could hear Mr. Bartley saying so sarcastically.

"That's it Dad! Why are you such a jerk? Mya has been so respectful to you all day, why are you treating her like that? She could die today, you don't even know. You're practically killing her! How dare you treat my girlfriend this way! I hate you! I wish you were never my dad!" Dylan said so emotional. He picked me up and carried me straight to his car.

"Don't worry Mya, you'll be just find." He said kissing my forehead. He started the car, and drove me straight to the hospital. I could feel myself dozing off...
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~Author's Note
Again, this is fiction! I'm not 100% sure you can be allergic to soy milk, but for now, I'm gonna stick with that.
Thanks for reading.