A/N: Hey guys. I know it's been a few weeks since I've updated, and I'm sorry. I just haven't felt up to it lately. I'm falling way behind in all of my classes at school, digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole that I can't find my way out of. Plus, I've started working weekends again at my summer job. That means no time on weekends either. One more thing, for the next two weeks I will be completing the end of level tests for my classes at school. So I will be studying and won't have time to write. Sorry. And then when the summer starts I will begin working full time. That means no time over the summer either. And finally, after that I'm off to high school. Which means tons and tons of homework each night, so no time for updates!
Okay, now that you know my whole life story, on with this story. And while I'm thinking about it, I need a song for Lilly to sing to Dylan. Preferably country or pop, but any suggestions are welcomed. I have a poll up on my profile, so go vote on that for which song she will sing. If you have any other choices, let me know and I will consider them! Thanks! Now, enjoy this chapter. It takes place on the same day as the last one, except in Dylan's POV! Italicized sections are Dylan's journal entries (no, it's not girly for him to have a journal).
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
I Think I Love You…
Chapter 3: Hiding These Feelings, Part Two (Dylan's POV)
Dear Journal,
I'm so confused. I think I'm in love with my best friend. Of course, she can't possibly feel the same way, can she? I mean, we've been friends for years. Am I willing to jeopardize that and tell her how I really feel? If only I could. My life would be much simpler.
I have only spoken to Lilly a few times since my birthday party, and everything has been weird and awkward between us. I'm not quite sure why. Does she know how I feel? Is she just trying to let me know she's not interested?
I don't have anyone to talk to about any of this either. My dad would be happy to help, but I'm sure that would be awkward. I've grown close to Kelly, but I'm not sure I could confide this in her. And Rosie is just to young. Ten years old is too young to be dealing with relationship issues.
So what's a guy to do? Should I tell her how I feel, or should I just remain her friend? I need answers, and I'm not sure where to get them.
I'm off to finish homework, and then maybe I will talk to my dad. I mean, he snagged my mom, and then Kelly, didn't he? He might be helpful. I'll have to see, I guess. I just don't want to be teased, because I'm sure my dad would tease me. Everyone on the zoo staff probably knows I like Lilly. Heck, I think even Rosie knows. The only one who doesn't know is Lilly. My dad should have advice. I hope.
Sighing, I closed my journal and flung my head back. Why couldn't I figure this out for myself? I was letting my eyes close when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" I yelled.
The door opened to reveal Rosie. "Hey Dylan," she smiled. Rosie was always smiling.
"Hey, Rosie. What's up?" I asked her. She never came up to my room unless she wanted something.
"I'm just worried about you. You've been moping around all week, and me and daddy want to know why," she frowned at this. I thought back to how I'd been acting. I guess I had been acting strange.
"It's nothing, really," I told her, trying to smile.
At this, Rosie gave me her famous puppy-dog eyes. She was too cute. "Tell me? Puh-lease?" Finally, I relented.
"I think I'm in love with my best friend," I confessed. And then I couldn't stop. "She's just so amazing, and smart, and beautiful. The thing is, I don't think she feels the same way. How could she? I'm such a dork with all of my art crap. I just-I don't know."
Rosie just listened to me vent with an open expression on her sweet, pretty little face. My sister was going to be quite the heartbreaker when she grew up. "You're talking about Lilly, right?" I nodded. "Well, I don't know about her, but I think you're pretty cool. You never know what she might think."
I was shocked. My little sister was wise beyond her years when it came to this stuff. She was just too amazing.
"And besides, why wouldn't she like you?" Rosie asked me innocently. She blinked at me with her big brown eyes.
"I don't know, Rosie. What do you think I should do?" I asked her. She must know something with the way she was staring at me.
"Well, in all of the movies I've watched and all the books I've read, the main characters just confess how they feel. But they find cute ways to say it." With that, Rosie left, shutting the door behind her.
After she left, I just sat on my bed, more confused than ever. Maybe I should talk to my dad. I stood up from my bed, shoved my journal underneath my sheets, and exited my room to find my dad. He would be able to help me.
As I neared the kitchen, I heard voices. I stopped to listen.
"That's wonderful, Kelly!" I could hear my dad exclaim. He sounded so excited.
"Really? I thought you would be mad, what with Dylan and all…" Kelly's voice was thoughtful. What were they saying about me in there that would make her sound like that? That's when I decided to make my grand entrance.
I know it's short, please don't kill me! My life is so hectic, I just couldn't even concentrate on writing. One of my favorite teachers passed away last night, and I just heard of it today. I'm a little on the depressed side at the moment.
Once again, I need a song for Lilly to sing to Dylan, because it will be used next chapter(hopefully). Good night everyone, and I will update when I can.