I woke up the next morning to find my head resting on Dylan's shoulder. I could feel my face get red as a beet as I scrambled to sit up straight. Luckily, Dylan was fast asleep, snoring lightly. He was kind of cute when he slept. Oh, uhm, er, anyway. I looked down to see that I had Dylan's coat over me. He must have put it there while I was sleeping. I quietly placed it back over him and stood up. Trying to undo the kink in my neck, I surveyed the campground. It looked pretty much the same. After going to the bathroom (in the toilets, eeep!) I set off to find more blackberries for breakfast.
When I returned, carrying bunches of ripe pods of deliciousness, Dylan was awake. He looked up at me sleepily and said, "Goodmorning." I smiled back in response. Taking a seat next to him, I said, "You didn't have to give me coat last night." He winked and said, "Having to and wanting to are two different things." My, he was charming, wouldn't you agree? His hair was all bed-head-ish but his eyes never ceased to sparkle. Anyways.
"So, whaddya got there?" He looked down at the berries.
"Squirrel brains."
"Ah, a delicacy!" I laughed loudly. "Did anyone ever tell you your laugh is kind of odd?"
"Hey!" I poked him in the side. He squirmed uncontrollably. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're deathly ticklish?"
He glared at me. "I'm not ticklish," he said with a straight face.
I gave him the one-eyebrow-up look. "Oh, really, Mr. Dylan?" He nodded. "We'll just have to test your statement then!" I poked him again, and he wriggled away from me. "So are you ticklish?" He shook his head no. I poked him again. He laughed and tried to escape. "Are you ticklish?"
"Yes!" I smiled and stopped tickling him. I handed him some of my "squirrel brains" and we both ate until we were partially satisfied.
About an hour later, we set to the skies.
By noon, we were somewhere in Utah.
I was accustomed to flying for long distances, but Dylan, not so much. We made a couple of pit-stops for food, bathrooms, whatever; I kept the lookout for potential Erasers and other bad guys. We didn't talk much. Just the occasional "Hey, lookit down there" and "I'm kinda tired, can we rest?" By sundown we had made it all the way into the wonderful state of Idaho, home of the famous Idahoan potatoes. Dylan's a major fan of potatoes; I figured this out when he started getting really excited. "Max, look," he said. "We're in Idaho!" It was funny the way he got so excited over things. He was kind of cute, in a way. Not in like, physical attributes (he was pretty hot when it came to those) but in personality traits. He got easily excited, like a little kid at his first fair or something. We chose a random park to spend the night in. No fire tonight- it was too risky, considering we were actually near the human race this time.
So Dylan and I climbed up into a tree, much like the Flock and I had done so many times before. It was strangely comforting, being surrounded by all of the leaves and supporting branches. The moon was faint tonight; I could just barely make out our surrounding. I looked up to find Dylan staring at me. "What?" I asked.
"Oh, um, nothing." He shifted his eyes away from me. Hmm… sometimes I wish I knew what was going on in this guy's head. I mean, c'mon, you gotta give me a chance- he's supposed to be my perfect other half, ya know? And yet he's just acting like we're friends or something. Which, of course, we are. We're friends. Weird ones. Our relationship is like, teasing, and yet kind of awkward, you know? Like the relationship with your first crush- you like him, but you don't want to make him think you're too incredibly weird, so sometimes you let out your real self and others you just stay quiet. Or is that just me? I don't have a crush or anything on him though.
Ugh, why am I even thinking about this? Forget I ever said it. Seriously. Forget it.