Ellie

I woke up in Dylan's arms, again. I really didn't want to get up. I lifted my head to see Dylan snoring and drool coming out of his mouth. Even I think that's gross. I decided to make eggs and bacon for Dylan like he does for me every morning. He's been my best friend since I was eight, we had sleepovers, went to each other's birthday party. I secretly kept a photo album that kept pictures of my family. I missed them so much it hurt. I missed my mom waking me up at 7'o clock. I miss Matthew, he was such a bright kid, and he had sandy brown hair, light brown eyes like mine. I miss my dad. I could feel my eyes watering, my throat clenching. I heard footsteps behind me; I turned around to see Dylan standing near the stove.

''You should be resting.'' I said, wiping my eyes.

''Well, when I woke up this morning, I smelt eggs being burnt so I couldn't stay away. He said, laughing. I grinned and put my hands on my hips. He went over to the stove; he threw the burnt eggs out. Dylan walked over to me and hugged me tightly. I rubbed his arms, I felt him sigh as he buried his nose into my hair. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling in my toes. I pulled away and start taking the bacon strips out of their bag and let them sizzle on the pan.

''So, what's the plan for today''. Dylan asked, standing beside me. I decided to ignore him and pretend I couldn't hear. After a while I got bored of standing and waiting at the counter.

''Tell me when breakfast is ready''. I say as I walk out of our small cluttered kitchen. I drag my feet and crawl back into bed. I hate this weird feeling, it irks me. I hear Dylan's footsteps, I groan, ''just go away''.

''Not until you eat something''. Dylan declared. I turn to see Dylan sitting in the edge of the bed staring at me. His ocean blue eyes stares, worrying. I roll my eyes, ''don't tell me what to do''.

He frowns, ''God, what crawled up your ass and died''? I grabbed one of our pillows and whipped it at him. He dodged it then grabbed my arms and roughly pinned me to the bed. I tried to kick but he's hands had an iron grip.

''I'm not going to hurt you, you know that right''. Dylan asserted, pushing some hair out of my face.

''I know''. My voice quivered, I felt really nervous and sweaty.

''I just wanted to be alone''. I whispered, when he smiled my cheeks started to burn.

''Fine, but I just wanted to do one little thing''. He says, leaning down. I knew what was going to happen, but before I could think, his lips were pressed against mine. At first I thought I should be pulled away but something was holding me back. Dylan's lips were soft and gentle against mine, I felt myself automatically kissing back. I silently pulled at his blonde hair. I soon felt his weight on top of me. My weak lungs desperately were screaming for air. I broke away, my chest heaving. I smiled up at Dylan, he smiled back. I propped myself on my elbows.

''This is what you wanted to tell me''. I smirked.

''Yeah''. He said blushing as he rolled over so he now lay beside me. Dylan got up and walked toward the kitchen.

''Where are you going''? I asked.

''I'll be back in a sec''. He promised, disappearing around the corner. I sit back up and back up into I back against the headboard. A few minutes later, I feel Dylan rub my shoulder. I open my eyes to see crispy bacon and yellow, creamy scrambled eggs.

''Breakfast in bed''. Dylan says sweetly. I grin and take the delightful plate of food. He sits down and starts digging in to his breakfast.

''Why do you like me''? I asked after we eat after awhile.

''Well, you have been my best friend since we were four. You're selfless, brave, and the sweetest person ever''. I decide to focus on eating. He continues;
''you've been with me for everything and I really appreciate that''. I shake my head, laughing. I hand him my empty plate.

''We should get going''. Dylan announced, putting on his backpack.

''Alright''. I stood up and get up to stroll into the bathroom.

We head out at 2'oclock, the suns bright, Dylan holds my hand for awhile. It feels makes me safe.

''Ellie''. Dylan says after awhile. I glance at him, he looks concerned.

''We don't have to rush anything, you know''. Dylan says sighing. I nod.

I stop to stare at him, his blonde hair is darker because of the brutal sun, and his eyes are droopy.

''You need more rest''. I say, pulling back toward our home. Dylan growls,'' Can you stop treating me like a baby''.

''I'm not treating you like a baby; I just want you to be safe''. I sternly respond. He shakes his head rapidly.

''You've always did this, acting like I can't do a single thing''.

I groan, ''I never said that. I just want my friend to be safe''. After that I knew I stuck a nerve. Dylan's eyes darken, his expression looked hurt.

''So that's what I am to you, just your best friend, huh, that moment meant nothing to you''. He gaze looks like let could slice me in half.

''Dylan''. I plead, but he ignores me.

''If you didn't like me you could of just said so''. Dylan sneers. I don't realize that we've been out here for least two hours; the sun was now hidden behind the horizon.

''Dylan, we should go home, now''. I stated, I hate being outside after dark. Dylan rolled his aqua orbs.

''Now you're being the baby''. He teases. I shake my head;

''Dylan, I'm serious''. I said, ''I'm scared''.

''Sure, you are''. He adds sarcastically. The sky was dark, I felt someone was watching us; I had a guess that it was Charlie and his gang.

''Dylan, please,'' I whispered desperately, ''can't we just go''. Dylan finally understands; after me multiple times.

''Alright''. He says softly with a hint of anger. Then as we walk I hear an evil, crackling laugh. In an instant my hands is tied behind my back, I notice I'm being restraint by one of his men I'm roughly thrown to the ground.

I slowly lift my head, to see Charlie,

''Well, Isn't nice to see you again''. He says too sweetly. I want to badly rip his head off, I see Dylan wanting to do the same thing. Why are we so lucky? Charlie knelt downs to roughly caress my face.

''I see your friend has a little crush on you''. I pull away, but his men forces me to look.

''We'll see how much he wants to pay to get you back''. He says darkly.

''You really don't get it, you really are a bastard''. I growled. Charlie whipped his hand across my face. It sung but not too badly.

''Leave her alone''. Dylan yells.

''Shut up''. Charlie says and punches him hard in the stomach.

''What do you want from us''. Dylan asks, breathing hard.

Charlie ignores the question,'' Don't let me have to shoot your friend again''.

I rolled my eyes. Charlie snaps his fingers, I'm thrown on the rough ground, I feel strong punches against my arms and stomach. I start to throw up, coughing up blood. Dylan stares at me; I see tears streaming down his cheeks.

''Please, let her go. Do anything you want to me''. Dylan begs. He's now on his knees. His men laugh cruelly at Dylan's kindness.

''Dylan''. I choke out. His eyes are full of sympathy.

''What''. He asks quickly.

''I'm sor-'' But my words are shorten by Charlie.

''You have exactly five days to find us, if you don't, she'll end up just like your sister''. Charlie explains.

Dylan is now being pulled in another direction, I hear him yell, ''I'll find you, I promise''.

As I was being thrown into a mysterious van, I know that's a promise he'll keep.