Anybody else watching World Cup? Love it! I don't own it or Maximum Ride.
We made it back to the house and came in through the back door. I opened Nudge's door slightly and could tell she had been asleep for a while. She was hanging off the bed dangerously, so I scooted her back in and covered her in her pink and purple blanket.
"Thanks Max." She mumbled in her sleep.
"Anytime, sweetie."
"Did you have fun?' She asked in a daze.
"Yeah, I did. Don't worry about me though. You get some rest." I said without getting any response. She was already back out.
I opened Iggy and Gazzy's door to see them both in bed. Gazzy was snoring, but Iggy was just lying in bed with his eyes closed. He could be asleep or just thinking. It was hard to tell with him.
"Everything under control?" Dylan asked quietly. I nodded thankfully and started heading to my room.
"Hey Max…you want to watch a movie?" He asked.
"Sure." I nodded, knowing I wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon anyway.
"Really? You've never tried this?" I asked in disbelief. Dylan and I were relaxing in his room, watching a movie. Don't ask me which one, because we weren't really paying attention. We had spent most of the time talking and laughing.
"I've never heard of this. It sounds pretty gross though." He laughed. I was holding a bag of popcorn while he held a bowl of melting vanilla ice cream.
"Just give it a try."
"Fine." He finally agreed reluctantly. I took a piece of popcorn and dunked it in the ice cream, popping it Dylan's mouth. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was ready to cringe. He started chewing and I saw his expression lighten.
"See! It's good isn't it?" I loved being right. The sweet and salty flavor combination won him over.
"I'll admit, it's better than I thought it would be." He laughed lightly, doing it again with another piece of popcorn. I jumped a little when I heard two loud taps on the wall. Iggy. He was either saying goodnight or telling us to be quiet.
"I guess I should go ahead and hit the sack." I said, stifling a yawn.
"Do you have to?" Dylan pouted. I laughed in response. He was actually pretty cute when he pouted.
"Dylan, we have to sleep some time. I'll see you in the morning."
To my surprise Dylan took my bowl and set it on his night stand and took my hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked stupidly.
"Walking you to your door. That is how you end a date, right? " He asked, embarrassed.
"I guess." I laughed, not sure that rule still applied when you lived in the same house. I stopped at my bedroom door nervously and looked down at my hand, which Dylan was holding.
"Thanks for tonight, Max. I had a really good time. Can we do it again soon?" He asked hopefully.
"I'll let you know." I agreed, feeling Dylan's arms wrapping around my waist to hug me. He pulled me to him, and leaned down to kiss my cheek, but stopped, gauging my reaction. I took a deep breath and nodded, giving him permission. His nose brushed mine, and his lips softly grazed mine, giving me a second to back away if I wanted, but I didn't. Dylan pushed himself closer to me and I felt his mouth meet mine.
Wow, kissing. There was time I thought I would never do this again. I hadn't done this in a year or so, which for a teenage girl with raging hormones, feels like a lifetime. My brain just shut off and let my body have its way. Before I knew it I had my fingers wrapped in Dylan's hair and he was holding me dangerously close. I could feel every single one of the muscles that I had been staring at earlier that night. Despite being the one to initiate it, I felt Dylan back away, both of us breathless.
His hand brushed my cheek and he nuzzled into my hair. "Goodnight, Max. I'll see you in the morning."