Strangely Devoted to You
A Passions Fic
Chapter Two
Author's Notes: A short little addition to my story. Suggestions on the melodrama that's about to unfold, would be extremely helpful. Thanks everyone for the reviews you've given me so far. Love ya!
Kay was depressed, excited, sadden, and absolutely confused. She sat on her front porch, reading a mystery novel. Evening had fallen, and Harmony was surrounded by a silent darkness. Kay could feel the chilly wind against her skin, even through the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing. Kay had never felt so much emotion at one time. Sure, she had great feelings for Miguel, and she adored her family, but never did she have such a combination of emotions running through her. Dylan was changing her. He was changing her at a time she needed it most. She was turning eighteen in less than a month. She was going to be an adult, who faced adult decisions. Dylan was making her bewildered and curious at the road less taken, well at least for her. For the weeks that they spend together, Kay didn't even remember who Miguel was. It was as if Dylan was everything she needed, everything that made her complete. Kay realized that must have been how Miguel felt, when Charity and him were just starting their relationship. She longed to be caressed by Dylan's strong, warm hands. She closed her eyes, imagining him being right there next to her, hands wrapped around her small waist. When reality set in once again, Kay was left feeling empty and hollow. This was a pattern she had been repeating this whole weekend. She wanted to go over to Dylan's house, apologize to him, and tell him that she really cared about him, but her pride got in the way. And so she sat, waiting, that he'd come back to her. Of course it seemed that Dylan had some pride of his own, as well.
"Kay, sweetie. You have a phone call!" Kay heard her mother yell. Kay got up, grabbing the book, along side her. She picked up the receiver that was sitting on the coffee table in the living room and answered, excitedly, thinking it was Dylan. "Hello?" She said in a happy, high-pitched voice.
"Hi, Kay," she heard Miguel say.
"Oh hi, Miguel," Kay said, her voice immediately turning dispirited.
"Something wrong?" Miguel asked, worried.
Kay sighed. "Dylan hasn't talked to me the whole weekend," she admitted. "I miss him Miguel."
Miguel shifted uncomfortably. He groaned angrily. "Do you want me to come over?" He finally asked her.
"That be great Miguel," Kay said with a smile, finding some comfort in talking to someone. Kay waited outside for him, hugging herself tightly, protecting herself from the chilly, autumn wind. No later than five minutes, Miguel was at the Bennett residence. He placed a protective arm around Kay and they walked into her home. They went upstairs to Kay's bedroom and they locked the door. There was a soft melody playing on Kay's radio.
"So, what happened Kay? What did Dylan do?" Miguel asked her, a cynical tone on his voice.
"He didn't do anything Miguel. I did." Miguel arched his eyebrow at her in disbelief. How could his sweet Kay do anything to hurt somebody? "We had an argument and it's all my fault." A small tear crept down Kay's face, and she quickly wiped it away. She couldn't believe she was crying over another guy besides Miguel.
Miguel didn't miss the tear and walked up to her. "Kay, I'm sure Dylan will forgive whatever you did. I know I would." Miguel hugged Kay tightly, never wanted to let her go. He was well aware of Kay's crush on him. He thought she would always be there, waiting on him. That had become a comfortable part of his life. And now that some else might take that way, take her away, it frightened him beyond belief. He couldn't imagine anyone good enough for Kay Bennett. It was as if feelings he never knew existed were popping up. He put on his game face and ignored what his heart was screaming at him. They ended the embrace and he looked into Kay's beautiful, deep eyes. They were dazzling pools of green, surrounded by her ivory skin. He took two steps away from her, trying to control his feelings. "It will all be okay," Miguel said out loud, but he didn't know who he was telling, Kay or himself.
Kay sat on her bed, her back curved. "Yeah, I know," Kay said assuring herself. Kay felt something funny in the pit of her stomach. She could sense that something was happening. She could also feel Miguel, his dark eyes, casting a glare over her. He was staring at her. For the first time in many years, he was staring at her. Not at some blonde, not at some innocent, charismatic person, but at her. Normal, ol' Kay. There was something Miguel wasn't telling her. "Miguel, is there something going on?"
Miguel was confused. "No. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. Just had this weird feeling…"
Miguel shook his head silently. Kay didn't need him anymore. All she needed was Dylan, with his blonde, spiked hair, his muscles, and his blue eyes, that seemed to invade your privacy every time they looked your way. Miguel was feeling more than jealousy. He had tried to hook Kay up with Reese, because he felt that he could watch her. He could keep track of their relationship. And besides, he knew that Kay didn't like Reese, the way Reese was infatuated with her, and it made Miguel feel safe. But he couldn't keep track of Dylan and Kay. And he could see they both shared a mutual attraction. Miguel was glittery with nerves. "I have to go pick up Charity. She's working at the Gap. Did she tell you?" Miguel tried to make her jealous by speaking of his fiancé.
Kay smiled. "No she didn't, actually. I'm happy for her, though."
Miguel grimaced sadly. "Yeah me too. She's working overtime today, her boss left her in charge. So I better go."
"Yeah, you better, before she gets angry." Miguel got up, and left the room and the Bennett home. For the first time in his life, he felt torn between two. He also felt like he was betraying Charity in some way. Kay was still sitting on her bed, considering going over to Dylan's house. It was only a block down. She finally got up the nerve and walked out, telling her mother, she needed some fresh air. She walked toward his house, looking at the children playing rope in their front yard, clinging on to any memory of summer. As she approached his house, she saw the television lights blinking, and two shadows sitting in front of it. She got to the cherry finished door and hesitated to knock for a moment. But she had come that far, and she wasn't going to give up. Three soft knocks on the door later, and one of the shadows shifted and pulled opened the door. A woman answered, dressed in business attire. She had blonde hair, and fair skin. Her eyes were dark. She smiled happily. That was Dylan's mother. There was no doubt.
"Hi, Mrs. McDermott. I'm Kay Bennett, one of Dylan's friends. Do you mind if I talk to him?" Kay asked, sweetly.
"Oh honey, I've heard so many wonderful things about you. Come in, and have a seat." Kay was surprised by the welcome she received, but nonetheless, she was happy. As she turned the corner, she saw Dylan, wearing a tee shirt and some fall style pajama pants. His hair was combed down, and it reached a bit below his ears. He looked so cute, as he watched the television with concentration. "Dylan, we have some company dear…" His mother called out to him. Dylan turned his head and was shocked to see Kay standing right in front of him. All the anger he had toward her left him immediately. But he was going to play hard to get.
"Oh, hey Kay," Dylan said with little emotion.
"I'll leave you two alone," Mrs. McDermott told the teens with a knowing smile. "I have to go to the supermarket, Dylee. I'll be back soon." Kay listened as the front door slammed, and then grinned at his Dylan's cute little nickname.
"Dylee," Kay said teasingly. "Do you mind if I… Sit next to you."
"Oh, I don't know Kay."
"I'm gonna sit next to you anyway."
"What are you doing here?"
"I come to make amends, if you'll let me," Kay said, pleading. Kay took a seat next to him on his luxurious sofa.
"What's your offer?"
"I'm so sorry. I really am. And as much as you are going draw this out of proportion later I missed you like Hell. So what I'm trying to say is, say you'll be--"
"…My friend?" Dylan continued.
"No. Say you'll be mine. Say you'll be my… boyfriend," Kay told him, nervously.
Dylan was taken aback. "Whoa. A girl has never asked me out. I always ask the chicks out, and they go crazy, fanatics for Dylan."
Kay laughed, but then got serious. "Stay on track, Dylee. Will you be my guy?" She asked him, grabbing his hand affectionately. Dylan smiled.
"Will I? Will I?" Dylan said playfully, tickling Kay mercilessly. Their eyes locked, as Kay roared with laughter. They sat up, and they started to kiss. Dylan savored her; she tasted like strawberries and ginger. Dylan wrapped his arms around her gently, thinking how perfectly they fit together. It was as if they were lost jig saw puzzle pieces, connecting for the first time, and there was an instant coherence and no doubt that they were suppose to be together. They made out for what seemed like an eternity, until Mrs. McDermott was heard pulling up into the driveway.
~
The next morning the new couple met up and walked together to school, holding hands tightly, glad to be back together. "How was the rest of your night?" Kay asked Dylan, comfortable around him.
"Terrible," Dylan replied. "You weren't there." Kay blushed furiously. "I wanted to wrap my arms around you all night, but every time I reached out in my sleep, you weren't there."
"We're going to have to change that, won't we," Kay said, as they got to the school. Outside was her whole gang, and she couldn't wait to share her unexpected news. Miguel saw the couple from the corner of his eyes. He was enraged. "Hey everybody!" Kay greeted her friends enthusiastically.
"Hey," Dylan said to them all.
"Oh my God…" Simone's said, watching them hold hands. "Are you two?" Simone moved her hand suggestively. Kay nodded her head happily and squeezed Dylan's hand tighter.
"She asked me to be hers yesterday," Dylan said, trying to embarrass his girlfriend.
Kay shook her head. "No I didn't. I didn't," she said in denial. She elbowed Dylan playfully.
"That's so sweet!" Charity exclaimed, happy for the two of them. Miguel was silent all this time, a time bomb, ticking away. "Isn't it sweet, Miguel?"
Miguel was ready to explode. "It's not sweet. He's taking advantage of her. Can't you all see!" All of the students surrounding the school turned Miguel's way to see what all the commotion was about. "He's not good enough for you, Kay!"
Kay in shock. And so was everyone else. "Miguel, you better stop screaming at Kay," Dylan told him warningly.
"And if I don't, what exactly do you plan to do about it?" Miguel said, equally as threatening. Kay felt Dylan stiffen and he started to head Miguel's way.
"Watch your mouth buddy, or you might regret it."
Kay was worried. "Boys, stop."
"I'm sorry Kay, but he's taking this too far." Dylan balled his hands into a fist, ready to pound Miguel.
Suddenly Charity screamed. "STOP IT MIGUEL! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Miguel turned to face Charity. "I can't believe you. I have an evil feeling creeping up my spine, and for the first time, you're the cause. You have the whole student body watching you, so why don't you tell your audience how this drama ends? What is it that you want Miguel? Is it that you want Kay? Huh? HUH?!?" Miguel was turning red with embarrassment. He had never had such an outburst. He always had his feelings under control. But this time he had screwed up really bad. Kay had been watching all this unfold. She had no idea what to say or do.
"I'm sorry," Miguel said, guilty.
"What are you sorry about?" Charity said, suppressing a sob. "Are you sorry because you're leaving me?" She said, wounded. Miguel stayed silent, confused. "Fine, if that's the way you want it." Charity took her engagement ring off her finger and threw it at Miguel. It bounced off him and onto the floor. She ran away, into the school. Miguel just stood still, fixed to the floor. Everyone was staring at him with disgust. And he felt worst than they could ever imagine.
A Passions Fic
Chapter Two
Author's Notes: A short little addition to my story. Suggestions on the melodrama that's about to unfold, would be extremely helpful. Thanks everyone for the reviews you've given me so far. Love ya!
Kay was depressed, excited, sadden, and absolutely confused. She sat on her front porch, reading a mystery novel. Evening had fallen, and Harmony was surrounded by a silent darkness. Kay could feel the chilly wind against her skin, even through the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing. Kay had never felt so much emotion at one time. Sure, she had great feelings for Miguel, and she adored her family, but never did she have such a combination of emotions running through her. Dylan was changing her. He was changing her at a time she needed it most. She was turning eighteen in less than a month. She was going to be an adult, who faced adult decisions. Dylan was making her bewildered and curious at the road less taken, well at least for her. For the weeks that they spend together, Kay didn't even remember who Miguel was. It was as if Dylan was everything she needed, everything that made her complete. Kay realized that must have been how Miguel felt, when Charity and him were just starting their relationship. She longed to be caressed by Dylan's strong, warm hands. She closed her eyes, imagining him being right there next to her, hands wrapped around her small waist. When reality set in once again, Kay was left feeling empty and hollow. This was a pattern she had been repeating this whole weekend. She wanted to go over to Dylan's house, apologize to him, and tell him that she really cared about him, but her pride got in the way. And so she sat, waiting, that he'd come back to her. Of course it seemed that Dylan had some pride of his own, as well.
"Kay, sweetie. You have a phone call!" Kay heard her mother yell. Kay got up, grabbing the book, along side her. She picked up the receiver that was sitting on the coffee table in the living room and answered, excitedly, thinking it was Dylan. "Hello?" She said in a happy, high-pitched voice.
"Hi, Kay," she heard Miguel say.
"Oh hi, Miguel," Kay said, her voice immediately turning dispirited.
"Something wrong?" Miguel asked, worried.
Kay sighed. "Dylan hasn't talked to me the whole weekend," she admitted. "I miss him Miguel."
Miguel shifted uncomfortably. He groaned angrily. "Do you want me to come over?" He finally asked her.
"That be great Miguel," Kay said with a smile, finding some comfort in talking to someone. Kay waited outside for him, hugging herself tightly, protecting herself from the chilly, autumn wind. No later than five minutes, Miguel was at the Bennett residence. He placed a protective arm around Kay and they walked into her home. They went upstairs to Kay's bedroom and they locked the door. There was a soft melody playing on Kay's radio.
"So, what happened Kay? What did Dylan do?" Miguel asked her, a cynical tone on his voice.
"He didn't do anything Miguel. I did." Miguel arched his eyebrow at her in disbelief. How could his sweet Kay do anything to hurt somebody? "We had an argument and it's all my fault." A small tear crept down Kay's face, and she quickly wiped it away. She couldn't believe she was crying over another guy besides Miguel.
Miguel didn't miss the tear and walked up to her. "Kay, I'm sure Dylan will forgive whatever you did. I know I would." Miguel hugged Kay tightly, never wanted to let her go. He was well aware of Kay's crush on him. He thought she would always be there, waiting on him. That had become a comfortable part of his life. And now that some else might take that way, take her away, it frightened him beyond belief. He couldn't imagine anyone good enough for Kay Bennett. It was as if feelings he never knew existed were popping up. He put on his game face and ignored what his heart was screaming at him. They ended the embrace and he looked into Kay's beautiful, deep eyes. They were dazzling pools of green, surrounded by her ivory skin. He took two steps away from her, trying to control his feelings. "It will all be okay," Miguel said out loud, but he didn't know who he was telling, Kay or himself.
Kay sat on her bed, her back curved. "Yeah, I know," Kay said assuring herself. Kay felt something funny in the pit of her stomach. She could sense that something was happening. She could also feel Miguel, his dark eyes, casting a glare over her. He was staring at her. For the first time in many years, he was staring at her. Not at some blonde, not at some innocent, charismatic person, but at her. Normal, ol' Kay. There was something Miguel wasn't telling her. "Miguel, is there something going on?"
Miguel was confused. "No. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. Just had this weird feeling…"
Miguel shook his head silently. Kay didn't need him anymore. All she needed was Dylan, with his blonde, spiked hair, his muscles, and his blue eyes, that seemed to invade your privacy every time they looked your way. Miguel was feeling more than jealousy. He had tried to hook Kay up with Reese, because he felt that he could watch her. He could keep track of their relationship. And besides, he knew that Kay didn't like Reese, the way Reese was infatuated with her, and it made Miguel feel safe. But he couldn't keep track of Dylan and Kay. And he could see they both shared a mutual attraction. Miguel was glittery with nerves. "I have to go pick up Charity. She's working at the Gap. Did she tell you?" Miguel tried to make her jealous by speaking of his fiancé.
Kay smiled. "No she didn't, actually. I'm happy for her, though."
Miguel grimaced sadly. "Yeah me too. She's working overtime today, her boss left her in charge. So I better go."
"Yeah, you better, before she gets angry." Miguel got up, and left the room and the Bennett home. For the first time in his life, he felt torn between two. He also felt like he was betraying Charity in some way. Kay was still sitting on her bed, considering going over to Dylan's house. It was only a block down. She finally got up the nerve and walked out, telling her mother, she needed some fresh air. She walked toward his house, looking at the children playing rope in their front yard, clinging on to any memory of summer. As she approached his house, she saw the television lights blinking, and two shadows sitting in front of it. She got to the cherry finished door and hesitated to knock for a moment. But she had come that far, and she wasn't going to give up. Three soft knocks on the door later, and one of the shadows shifted and pulled opened the door. A woman answered, dressed in business attire. She had blonde hair, and fair skin. Her eyes were dark. She smiled happily. That was Dylan's mother. There was no doubt.
"Hi, Mrs. McDermott. I'm Kay Bennett, one of Dylan's friends. Do you mind if I talk to him?" Kay asked, sweetly.
"Oh honey, I've heard so many wonderful things about you. Come in, and have a seat." Kay was surprised by the welcome she received, but nonetheless, she was happy. As she turned the corner, she saw Dylan, wearing a tee shirt and some fall style pajama pants. His hair was combed down, and it reached a bit below his ears. He looked so cute, as he watched the television with concentration. "Dylan, we have some company dear…" His mother called out to him. Dylan turned his head and was shocked to see Kay standing right in front of him. All the anger he had toward her left him immediately. But he was going to play hard to get.
"Oh, hey Kay," Dylan said with little emotion.
"I'll leave you two alone," Mrs. McDermott told the teens with a knowing smile. "I have to go to the supermarket, Dylee. I'll be back soon." Kay listened as the front door slammed, and then grinned at his Dylan's cute little nickname.
"Dylee," Kay said teasingly. "Do you mind if I… Sit next to you."
"Oh, I don't know Kay."
"I'm gonna sit next to you anyway."
"What are you doing here?"
"I come to make amends, if you'll let me," Kay said, pleading. Kay took a seat next to him on his luxurious sofa.
"What's your offer?"
"I'm so sorry. I really am. And as much as you are going draw this out of proportion later I missed you like Hell. So what I'm trying to say is, say you'll be--"
"…My friend?" Dylan continued.
"No. Say you'll be mine. Say you'll be my… boyfriend," Kay told him, nervously.
Dylan was taken aback. "Whoa. A girl has never asked me out. I always ask the chicks out, and they go crazy, fanatics for Dylan."
Kay laughed, but then got serious. "Stay on track, Dylee. Will you be my guy?" She asked him, grabbing his hand affectionately. Dylan smiled.
"Will I? Will I?" Dylan said playfully, tickling Kay mercilessly. Their eyes locked, as Kay roared with laughter. They sat up, and they started to kiss. Dylan savored her; she tasted like strawberries and ginger. Dylan wrapped his arms around her gently, thinking how perfectly they fit together. It was as if they were lost jig saw puzzle pieces, connecting for the first time, and there was an instant coherence and no doubt that they were suppose to be together. They made out for what seemed like an eternity, until Mrs. McDermott was heard pulling up into the driveway.
~
The next morning the new couple met up and walked together to school, holding hands tightly, glad to be back together. "How was the rest of your night?" Kay asked Dylan, comfortable around him.
"Terrible," Dylan replied. "You weren't there." Kay blushed furiously. "I wanted to wrap my arms around you all night, but every time I reached out in my sleep, you weren't there."
"We're going to have to change that, won't we," Kay said, as they got to the school. Outside was her whole gang, and she couldn't wait to share her unexpected news. Miguel saw the couple from the corner of his eyes. He was enraged. "Hey everybody!" Kay greeted her friends enthusiastically.
"Hey," Dylan said to them all.
"Oh my God…" Simone's said, watching them hold hands. "Are you two?" Simone moved her hand suggestively. Kay nodded her head happily and squeezed Dylan's hand tighter.
"She asked me to be hers yesterday," Dylan said, trying to embarrass his girlfriend.
Kay shook her head. "No I didn't. I didn't," she said in denial. She elbowed Dylan playfully.
"That's so sweet!" Charity exclaimed, happy for the two of them. Miguel was silent all this time, a time bomb, ticking away. "Isn't it sweet, Miguel?"
Miguel was ready to explode. "It's not sweet. He's taking advantage of her. Can't you all see!" All of the students surrounding the school turned Miguel's way to see what all the commotion was about. "He's not good enough for you, Kay!"
Kay in shock. And so was everyone else. "Miguel, you better stop screaming at Kay," Dylan told him warningly.
"And if I don't, what exactly do you plan to do about it?" Miguel said, equally as threatening. Kay felt Dylan stiffen and he started to head Miguel's way.
"Watch your mouth buddy, or you might regret it."
Kay was worried. "Boys, stop."
"I'm sorry Kay, but he's taking this too far." Dylan balled his hands into a fist, ready to pound Miguel.
Suddenly Charity screamed. "STOP IT MIGUEL! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Miguel turned to face Charity. "I can't believe you. I have an evil feeling creeping up my spine, and for the first time, you're the cause. You have the whole student body watching you, so why don't you tell your audience how this drama ends? What is it that you want Miguel? Is it that you want Kay? Huh? HUH?!?" Miguel was turning red with embarrassment. He had never had such an outburst. He always had his feelings under control. But this time he had screwed up really bad. Kay had been watching all this unfold. She had no idea what to say or do.
"I'm sorry," Miguel said, guilty.
"What are you sorry about?" Charity said, suppressing a sob. "Are you sorry because you're leaving me?" She said, wounded. Miguel stayed silent, confused. "Fine, if that's the way you want it." Charity took her engagement ring off her finger and threw it at Miguel. It bounced off him and onto the floor. She ran away, into the school. Miguel just stood still, fixed to the floor. Everyone was staring at him with disgust. And he felt worst than they could ever imagine.