Chapter 2: Dylan

Dylan woke up at exactly 12:14 pm. He noted the time then yawned. Slowly he stretched his arms out and pushed the cover off of his pajamaed body before he got up.

"Good morning, Ma, Pa. I'm up" he called as he lumbered noisily down the stairs, still waking up. He tripped down the stairs and rubbed his eyes. Why was he so sleepy? He tried to remember last night.

Then it came back to him in a flash. He remembered being at a party in a large house. Timothy's house, he remembered. His head hurt and he rubbed it subconsciously as he sat at the kitchen table and tried to remember what else happened last night.

He recalled that he met lots of new freshmen that were going to enter high school in the following year. It must have been the welcoming party that they throw every year. He had been invited two years ago as he was an incoming freshman. He had also been invited the year before by some juniors who had left the party early, drunk. They didn't know that he wasn't old enough to go. They were completely wasted.

So he had walked over to where loud music and delighted, girly, screams were coming from. When he saw many people that he knew he would see as he entered high school a few years from then.

Dylan then stood up, grabbed a frozen waffle, and popped it into the toaster.

"Hey, Ma" Dylan's voice echoed throughout the house, "Hello? Dad? Where are you guys?"

The toaster popped up and Dylan jumped. Why was he so nervous? What could hurt him when he was here? Anyways, he knew he was fit and he could overpower almost anyone in the state he was in. While working as a lifeguard, he got into very good shape.

Working as a lifeguard had its perks for sure. He got into good shape, as stated before. Also, he got a tan that was to die for, he thought. Plus, the money was great for spending. Other things included being on the beach nearly every day, saving people, and meeting tourists and locals alike.

Dylan loved to meet people. He met girls who completely fawned over him, and their boyfriends glowering at me. That was always sad. He hated it when he had to let girls down. It wasn't his fault. It was just the way he was.

"Mom? Please answer me. Mom?" Dylan was worried now. "Mom? Please, MOM?"

There was a grunt then a call from his parents' bedroom.

"What is it?" He heard his mother's voice call to him, sleepily. "What's the problem, honey?" so quickly her tone noticeably changed from drowsy to alert and worried.

He responded quickly, "Nothing . . . sorry" he grumbled the last part and wondered why he was being so paranoid.

He then saw her in the doorway and smiled. He hadn't realized that he would be so troubled about her; he hardly even needed her at all anymore.

Anymore. But, as every only child, he had been spoiled rotten when he was younger, and ridiculed because of it. He was the only kid that had an indoor pool, the only kid who had a phone at third grade, and many other things. The other kids made fun of him, but the whole time he could tell that they were jealous. Little did they know then that he was much more different than what even crossed their minds at the time.

"Bye. Um . . . I'm going out. Bye" he said this as grabbing a bag, but Dylan's mom was already back to doing the laundry.

Once he was out of the house, he realized how stuffy it had been in there. Dylan knew that he may have had more than his share of drinks last night, so that's why he felt so crappy. Outside, Dylan felt that he could think much more clearly. He knew he should probably walk over to Timothy's to help him clean up the house, but what he really wanted to do was go over to the Doven's house. But this was silly.

The only reason to go over and see the Dovens' would be to see Lucas, and he would probably be at work anyways.

So he began to walk to the beach.

Once he was there, he sat down and stared out into the waves. They always had a calming rhythm that helped him think clearly.

So he daydreamed, sitting there on the rough yellow sand, staring out at the deep blue waves that reached out with white foam fingers.