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I apologize for the delay, but thanks to Breezylicous 's request and me finally forcing myself to take a little break from studying for finals, I decided to finish this chapter and post it up.
Its not as long as my other one and not drama-filled. Its short and fluffy with all the Arylan filled in it and I really really do hope that you enjoy it.
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Warning: Not proof-read, I apologize in advance for any errors.
Hurriedly slipping on my black hoodie jacket, I threw on my black ankle boots and turned to the window overlooking out to Dylan's. By the darkness behind his curtains and the lack of his shadow moving around, I could tell that he was still probably sound asleep. My head whipped towards the clock to see that we only had twenty or so minutes left before school starts.
Its a wonder that I had woken up earlier today, even before Dylan. Actually, its a wonder that he managed to come home last night after working nearly ten hours straight. To think that those Hollywood officials would cut him some slack knowing that he was still a teen who also attended public school seemed impossible. I remember that he had come over to my house before going to his, practically dragging his feet with his eyes blood-shot due to the lack of sleep. I was taken back by his appearance the moment I flung open the front door, but as I did, he looked up, managed to smile, and kissed me longingly on the lips before muttering a weak 'goodnight babe' and trailed his feet over to his house. I felt terrible for him.
And I'd be shocked if he actually manages to get out of bed today. After nearly three months of being together, I had grown overly accustomed to be greeted by his breathtaking smile in the mornings and driving to Dunkin' Doughnuts together to grab a quick breakfast before heading over to the death hole that called itself school. Plus, I'd rather go in his luxurious car then that creaky, smelly school bus cramped with obnoxious kids who, for some odd unholy reason, were loud as fuck even this early in the morning. Also, if Dylan didn't go to school for oversleeping again, he would get in trouble and considering the fact that he was already grounded by his dad, I don't think that would be a very great idea.
Grabbing the last of my things and shoving them inside my bag, I slung it over my shoulders and walked up to the window, opening up the crack. Immediately, the chilly early morning air slapped my face as I climbed out, balancing myself on the little sill outside. I have done this countless times before but yet, it seemed to be scary even now.
There was this huge tree that was right in the middle of our windows and I had just never paid much attention to its existence up until Dylan had once used it's tall, firm branches to sneak in my room instead of climbing up the side of the house like he usually did.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for the closest branch and gripping it with all the strength in my body, I stepped forward. As soon as I did, I jumped towards the trunk and hugged it, thanking God up in the Heavens. Then, slowly, I jumped over to the branch on the other side, supporting my weight on the fat trunk. Keeping my balance, I reached over to Dylan's window and let out a breath of relief to find it unlocked. I flew it open and jumped right in since I was starting to lose my balance on the branch. The impact had made me fall face first on to his floor.
Thankfully, my arms had shot out in time and protected my face from hitting the carpet. I groaned and looked up at the bed to find Dylan lost in deep slumber.
Well then, good morning to you too babe.
Cursing at the pain in the back of my neck, I stood up and dusted off my pants. It was early in the morning and I was thankful that his parents had already left to go to their job. I didn't want Matt Sprouse to run in the room to find the next door neighbor sneaking in his son's room while he himself was asleep.
Walking over to his bed, I pounced on his back since he was asleep on his stomach and earned a squint of eyes and a groan from him.
"Wake up," I whispered in his ear and when he realized that it was me, one of his hands slid out to grab mine as he entwined our fingers and pulled my hand to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on the back of it...before getting comfortable and going back to sleep.
I knew it, this is not an easy mission.
"Dylan, wake up."I mumbled as my free hand weaved its way to his hair. They felt soft and smooth like always. I got no response back from Dylan as I found him already deep in sleep.
He really must be tired. I almost feel bad for doing this. But yet again, if he misses school then he would get in trouble and I didn't want that either. I whispered in his ear to wake up again but got no response back as I felt his breathing calming down signaling that he was already dozed off.
I sighed and placed my chin on the base of his neck, craning my neck to the side so I could get a view of his face that was half buried in his pillows. Him, in this vulnerable state looked so much younger, so much like a little boy.
It was so adorable that I had to resist myself from pinching his cheeks.
Inhaling a deep breath, I tilted my head again so now my cheek rested on the back of his neck. This position was actually very comfortable, even though I was laying on top of his bare back. The heat radiating from his skin was surging into mine and the coziness was too pleasureful considering how cold it was at this time of the day. With one of my hand interlocked tightly with his and the rest of my body cuddled on top of his, I slowly found my eyes becoming heavier and heavier.
But alas, it wasn't meant to be as the angry face of my mother flashed through my mind, shooting my eyes wide open. I looked up at the clock to see that we only had about ten or so minutes left. School was at least fifteen minutes away.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I hurriedly tried to pry myself off, but the arm that Dylan was holding tightly made me fall back into the same position. Dylan groaned sleepily.
"Aria, go back to sleep." he mumbled, half of his words not even making sense since his mouth was covered with the back of my hand that he was still holding close to his lips. The skin there tingled as his lips brushed lightly against it, taking me off guard for a second before I managed to regain myself.
"Dylan, we really are running late, get up." I urged, nudging him on the shoulder.
"Just five more minutes..." He mumbled again.
My shoulders slumped as I looked at the clock again. "No, we don't even have enough to make it there in time, we're already gonna be late to history and you know our teacher, he's gonna think again that we were-"
I stopped mid-sentence as I realized what I was saying.
"Hooking up in the janitor's closet?" Dylan finished for me, his lips pulling up into a smirk.
Piece of shit.
I smacked him on the shoulder with my free hand, "Shut up." To which he replied with a grin, although his eyes were still closed.
Fucking piece of shit.
The last time we were late to history due to Dylan oversleeping, our stalker of a teacher had pulled us two out after the class ended and informed us to keep our "teenage hormones" in control and make it to class on time instead of "relishing together in probably a janitor's closet."
My jaw had practically dropped down to my feet due to the shock that our dear teacher was that judgmental with those type of thoughts while Dylan just stood there, his lips pulled in tightly as he tried with all the might in his body to not explode into a fit of laughter.
I was still mortified, my cheeks and ear burning red when we exited into the hallway as Dylan finally let his laughter out and didn't stop until he dropped me off to my next class which was all the way on the other side of the building and kissed me goodbye. But even then, he was chuckling uncontrollably and trying to keep himself stable.
Did I mention my boyfriend was a piece of shit?
I snatched my arm out of his embrace and stood up, earning a groan of annoyance in the process.
"Fucking get up or I'm walking to school by myself." I warned, praying for him to listen because I seriously was starting to consider that option, no matter how torturing it sounded.
"No," He grunted, finally shifting from his position. "Schools too far and its cold out, I'm getting up."
One thing that I've learned from dating him is the fact that Dylan had a severe case of O.P.B.S, Overly Protective Boyfriend Syndrome.
Not that I had any problem with it, most of the time.
Smiling inwardly, I watched him struggle and finally drag his feet to the bathroom, cursing school under his breath as he did so. As I heard the shower go off on the other side of the door, I sighed and plopped down on one of the bean bags that faced the gigantic plasma screen TV. All around, video game and game controllers and headphones and all sorts of video game-related things were scattered and it took me well over five minutes to find the darned remote. Surfing to Nickelodeon, I got comfortable and started watching Spongebob because people, Spongebob Squarepants is life.
Plankton was up to one of his schemes of stealing the secret formula once again when lo and behold, Dylan Sprouse stepped out of the bathroom with only a white towel tied loosely around his hips, exposing the v-line and the entirety of his muscular torso and abs. (A/N/ So, I know that as a teen, Dylan Sprouse wasn't very muscular and all but in this story, pretend that he is :p)
I didn't want to give him the pleasure of catching me ogling at his still-dripping body so I turned my attention back to the TV as Dylan walked over to his closet, unaware of the struggle that I was going through. He was ruffling his wet hair with another towel and I just couldn't believe of how oddly shiny they were. Its as if they were made from a broken piece of the sun itself.
Look away, Aria. Look away.
I was starting to burn up in the inside as I thought over the situation I was in right now, in my boyfriend's room, without anyone knowing, the house empty since his parents had left and Cole had also since he was Bree's ride, with my boyfriend walking around wrapped only in a single towel. Oh God.
"Hey Aria?" His voice interrupted my thoughts as my eyes shifted to him and his playful smirk. There was a glint in his eyes, surely not a good sign. "Watch this."
He then proceeded on and, before I could even know what the hell was happening, dropped the towel wrapped around his hips. Immediately, too taken aback, I shrieked as my hand flew to cover my eyes.
Only half a second later, Dylan's laughter boomed across the room so loud that I was pretty sure the entire neighborhood could hear it. He did not just do that! And why the fuck was he laughing?
My heart was giving warning signs of popping right out of my chest any second now as I hesitantly, very very hesitantly, turned back to him, only to find that he was doubled over in laughter, clutching at his stomach and trying to keep his balance by using the wall as support. It was then that I also realized that he was actually in his boxers and not fully naked in front of me like I had thought.
Argh! That fucking monster!
I picked up the nearest object and launched it at him, "I hate you! I hate you, why would you do that?!"
He dodged whatever I had thrown at him, still laughing as I launched something else at him.
"Y..you..scr..screamed!" He panted between laughs.
I grabbed the pillow nearest to me and shot it towards him, only to have him catch it before it could smack his face.
"I fuck'n hate you! You scared the shit out of me!"
Hugging the pillow he strolled up to me and did the thing I hated the most in this entire world. He grabbed both my cheeks and pinched them, making my head shake from side to side.
"Your innocence is damn cute." I aggressively smacked his hands off as I felt the pain in my cheeks. He only chuckled and kissed me on one of them before turning back towards the closet.
"I hate you." I mumbled as I massaged my aching cheeks.
"I love you too." He replied as he started to look for his clothes. He was unaware of how his use of the l-word had made me freeze in one place. Love.
Did he mean it like that? Probably not. He was still shaking his head and chuckling at the whole situation, I'm just over-thinking things. Its just that we've been together for three months and our relationship was going strong, stronger than any relationship I had ever had.
I really liked Dylan. Like really really liked him. Him and his kisses, him and his constant care, his smile, his eyes, the feel of his touch, his concern and worry for me. Him. I didn't want anything to come between us and that thought made me question whether I had completely fallen for him yet or not.
Love.
I've heard about it so much, its everywhere. But what is it exactly?
I'm knocked out of my thoughts completely as out of nowhere, I feel his soft lips on mine. When he had gotten dressed and when he had leaned down in front of me to kiss me, I had no idea.
The way they moved, slow, gentle, and so passionately made my toes curl as my hands went up to cup the either side of his face, pulling him closer as I returned the pleasure. His kisses, they were the best part of my days. Words aren't enough to describe what they made me feel.
Unfortunately, his lips leave mine too soon as he snuggled his face at the crook of my neck, his arms slowly encircling around my lower torso, bringing me so close to him that our bodies were completely flushed together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave into his embrace, not that I had any choice since his scent from the cologne was alluring me in anyways.
"What're you thinking so deeply about?" His warm breath fanned across the bare skin of my neck, shooting tingles to race down my spine.
I wasn't going to tell him so I lied, "About how late we are because of you."
He chuckled and withdrew, pecking me one last time on the lips before he stood up and held a hand out for me. "Ok, ok, I get it. Come on, let's go."
Smiling, I take his hand and he kisses my knuckles as I stand up and then we both make our way out hand in hand.
When we finally arrived at our history class about thirty minutes late, the teacher glared at us with a narrow look through his frame-less spectacles.
"I'll see you both after class."
Not again.
TA-DA!
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