A/N And now…the chapter for all you Dylan fans! :)

Disclaimer: I own only the plot.

Maya POV

Dylan's car was a light blue truck with rust dotting its paint job in big blotches and a loud engine. He pulled up to the curb beside me and rolled down his window.

"Need a ride?" he asked and smiled at me. He was cute when he smiled like that.

"Thanks," I said as I got in the car and closed the door behind me.

"Is it too soon to ask what 'emotional trauma' went down that I had to come pick you up?"

I stayed silent for a minute before answering him. "My boyfriend came to the diner today…" I started and Dylan glanced at me questioningly, waiting for the "traumatic event" part. "He was on a date with another girl." I choked out and looked away out my window. Dylan's foot slammed on the brakes and jerked me forward in my seat. I turned to look at him. He was fuming in his seat and glaring at his steering wheel.

"He what? What's this bastard's name? Where can I find him? Why'd you even go out with him in the first place?" His questions came fast and bluntly. He spit them out as if as soon as I told him the information he would drive the car all the way to Omega's house just to pummel him for me.

"Dylan, calm down. It's not that big of a deal. I didn't think he was like that but I was wrong. No need to blow up about it." I placed my hand comfortingly on his bicep. As soon as my fingers touched the skin of his arm, tingles erupted from our points of contact. I didn't pull away but it startled me. I could tell he felt the same sensation. He looked down at my hand resting on his arm and then up at me.

"No one deserves for that to happen to them. Especially you. He was just too blind to see what he had in his grasp and he lost it. What an idiot." Dylan turned back to the road and started forward again to head to his house. I felt the stirrings of emotion starting in my stomach.

"Mom! Max is staying over for a bit! Okay?" Dylan shouted towards the kitchen as we walked through his front door. His house wasn't too far from where Max lived. As you walked in the living room lay to the right and a closet to the left. A small hall forward went to a doorway that I assumed must have been the kitchen because of the wonderful smell coming from it.

"Alright! Hey, Max!" Dylan's mom called.

"Hey, Mrs. Gunther-Hagen!" I called and Dylan looked at me wide-eyed and shook his head. He stopped as a woman a little shorter than me walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish rag. She was smiling but her eye-brows were scrunched.

"'Mrs. Gunther-Hagen?' You haven't called me that since you were in the fifth grade. It's Karen, remember?" I laughed to play-off my mistake.

"Of course I remember. I was just trying it out again to see if it sounded better."

"Hmm…" She thought a minute. "Nah, makes me feel too old, Karen is fine." She smiled and I nodded.

"We'll just be up in my room, Mom." Dylan said and started to head up the stairs that were placed just before the entrance to the kitchen.

"Bye, Karen." I smiled and started to follow Dylan to his room.

"That was close." He said as he closed the door behind him.

"Oops, Max and I never prepared for if I went to your house." I explained and he nodded.

"Makes sense. We almost never get to hang out anymore." He walked over and sat down on the bed, leaning back on his hands. He gave me a look that told me to join him so I did, sitting beside him on the mattress. I studied his room in the silence that followed. It was darker than Max's. A little bit bigger but not much. He had posters of bands and sports seasons schedules plastered all over his walls. A guitar sat on a stand over in the corner but it had a thin layer of dust covering it as if it hadn't been played in a while. His football gear sat discarded by his hamper. Clothes littered the floor by his dresser. His bed was composed of a metal frame, a pillow, and a dark blue comforter. Nothing special but just enough to be comfortable. I glanced over to study him. He wore black jeans and a white v-neck. My gaze trailed up his (might I say) toned abdomen, chest, and to his eyes which were watching me. They were a blue the color of the sky. They complimented his sandy blonde hair perfectly. He was quite attractive. I could definitely see where all the girls would fall for him at school.

"Are you alright?" he asked and pulled me from my trance. I realized I had been staring into his eyes and immediately looked away.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. He sat up and bumped his shoulder into mine.

"Did you wanna talk about it?" He asked but I shook my head. I'd had enough crying for one day. "Okay, did you just want to sit here until dinner?" Once again I nodded. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I was a bit shocked at his action but I didn't pull away. He rubbed his thumb back and forth against my arm and it was comforting. I leaned my head under his neck and against his chest. He was warm. I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of his arm around me. Without thinking I looked up at his face and saw that we were only inches apart. His eyes held my own and for a second we just stared at each other but then his head started to swoop down and my own moved up to meet his. Our lips met and a fireworks show exploded from our joined mouths. I closed my eyes, welcoming the warming feeling that filled me down into my toes. Dylan's grip on me tightened but didn't hurt. It only turned from friendly to protective. I hadn't realized how much I was attracted to him until the thoughts I'd had of him flooded my brain as he held me in his arms and kissed me. The way his smile lit up a room. His cute actions directed just to annoy Max. His eyes. His jokes. His soft hair. My fingers were running through the tangle of blonde locks. I didn't know how they got there and I didn't care. I moved my body to push Dylan's back onto the bed. He gasped against our kiss but didn't object. Instead, he smirked and flipped us over so that he was on top. His lips trailed kisses away from my mouth and to my neck, just behind my ear. It felt amazing. But then he came back and ruined everything. Thoughts of Omega had me pulling Dylan's head away from my neck. He looked confused at first but then recognition blazed in his eyes. I pushed his chest back as I sat up. He ran a hand through his messy hair and tried to formulate a sentence.

"Maya, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I don't know what I-" He bit his lip.

"Dylan, it's okay. It was equal on my part. I shouldn't have kissed you. I just a little while ago found out about my cheating boyfriend but at the time, we were so close. . . and your eyes. . ." I trailed off and stared at him because his eyes had distracted me again. He didn't say anything as he stared straight back at me. Our staring contest was interrupted by the sound of Karen's voice calling up the stairs to tell us that dinner was ready. I looked away and stood up. "We should probably go downstairs to eat." I said and rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Yeah," Dylan agreed and led the way to the dining room.

A/N It's very short but it's also very important. I'm sorry if this is the last update for a while. I'm starting a really big project right after winter break is over so I'll need to focus on schoolwork for a while. Hopefully, I'll be able to update tomorrow but you'll probably have to wait. Please tell me what you all thought in a review! To Duskingdawn: Yeah. Might as well call me butter 'cause I'm on a roll. Hahaha, I totally forgot to check out your oneshot! I'm going to do that soon. That's a good thing that your ideas are all deep and intricate. Don't use the really deep and intricate stuff for fanfiction, though. I save all of my best ideas for books because that's what I want to do. I want to be a novelist. Don't worry about not finishing stuff. Half of what I write I never finish but with fanfiction and the motivation from every review it pushes me to finish because others are counting on me. They want to know what I had planned in my head as much as I wanted to write it down. I think starting with one and two shots is a great idea. It will help when it comes to writing longer chapters as well as getting your brain ready to think on the spot about how you want to say something. My first fanfiction "Roommates" didn't turn out quite like I wanted it to but I think that for posting right after writing, I did a pretty good job but it was a lot tougher to get myself to write longer chapters because I wasn't used to it. This is getting really long so now I'm going to stop. To .ALEX: I really like that. :) I hope my pen never does empty. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and will review for this story and I hope you all continue to enjoy it!

In the words of .ALEX, "May your pen never empty" because I know you have a lot to say,

~TAGGWRITC (Kiara)