A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so, so, so sorry for the lack of updates! I tried my hardest, I really honestly did. I've just been so stressed out, what with school, ex boyfriend issues, the likes. Being a teenager seriously sucks sometimes. Well, I'm updating now, so enjoy!
This chapter didn't go as I planned, but that's okay. I hope you enjoy! And please review, it would really make my day!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
P.S. This chapter may not make a whole lot of sense, so I'm sorry. I haven't even read through this story in a very long time. If it helps, you may want to go back and read the other chapters.
I Think I Love You
Chapter Four: I'd Lie
**********Dylan's POV**********
"What about me?" I asked as I entered the kitchen. My dad and Kelly were sitting at the table. Dad was smiling, and Kelly looked worried. I was even more confused.
"Oh, Dylan!" My dad exclaimed happily. "Go get your sister, we have some exciting news to share with you!" I looked at him and Kelly curiously, and was pleased with what I saw. They looked completely and truly in love. I wanted what they have someday.
I gave them a small smile and turned to go get Rosie. I went to the bottom of the stairs and hollered up the stairs. "Rosie! Come down here! Dad and Kelly have news for us!" And with that, I headed back to the kitchen. "She's coming," I told my dad and step-mom.
Dad rolled his eyes. "Really Dyl? You couldn't even walk up the stairs?"
"Nope," I replied, popping the "p".
I was saved from whatever sarcastic response my dad was about to say when Rosie came down the stairs into the kitchen. "What is it Daddy?" She asked in her innocent little voice.
"Come here honey. Sit down, both of you," Dad said. Truly intrigued, Rosie and I shared a glance as we sat down at the table. Everyone was silent.
Kelly spoke before too long, ending the awkward silence that had fallen over us. "This may be surprising for you guys to hear, especially you Dylan," she sent a small smile my way. "But I'm… I'm pregnant!" This came out with a huge grin, and I couldn't help but smile in return.
Rosie was the first to say anything. "OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE HAVING A BABY?" she squealed, jumping up and down. Dad just laughed at her.
"Yes, honey. We're having a baby," Dad told her, before turning to me. "What do you think Dyl?"
I looked him straight in the eyes and gave him a small, sad smile. "I'm happy for you."
Dad looked at me sadly. "I knew you would be Dyl. I'm sorry it's not your mom, though."
"A small tear escaped my eye then. "It's okay dad. It's just, I miss her," I confessed. And in a small whisper, I added, "Especially now. I could really use her advice on girls."
I glanced up to see a small smirk on my dad's face. "I know Dyl. Now what's this about girls?" The smirk was full-blown now, and I felt much better with the playful atmosphere.
"I think I'm gonna leave you two alone for a little while," Kelly said, standing. "Come on Rosie, why don't you come help me decide themes for the nursery?"
Rosie agreed enthusiastically, and she and Kelly both left the room.
Dad turned to me when they left. "Now, I assume you've just realized that you're in love with Lilly?" The smirk was still on his face.
I felt myself start to blush. Damn it! What was Lilly doing to my head? "Umm… Something like that…"
"You know what you need? 20 seconds of insane courage. Just come right out and say it. That's how I snagged your mom. And then Kelly," He told me, looking completely sincere. I smiled.
"Thank you Dad. I'm gonna head to bed now, I think I'll talk to Lilly tomorrow morning." With that, I headed upstairs to my room, throwing a quick "good night" over my shoulder.
Once in my room, I flopped onto my bed and closed my eyes, my mind filled with images of a beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed girl. I smiled, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
**********The Next Morning, Lilly's POV**********
I woke up bright and early the next day with the sun in my eyes. I guess I forgot to shut my curtain.
I forced myself to roll out of bed and put on my nerdy glasses. I would worry about my contacts later.
Remembering what I was going to do today, I picked out a simple yet still very cute outfit. I pulled on my favorite dark grey jeans and a sequined, light blue, ruffled tank top. It matched my eyes, so I figured, why not?
Once I was dressed, I headed to the bathroom for the rest of my morning ritual. I brushed my teeth, put in my contacts, and went to work on my hair, brushing it out until there were no tangles. I also put on just a teeny bit of make up.
I went back into my room and picked up my guitar, practicing my song a few times. It was one of my favorites, and it described me and Dylan pretty well. I played through it a few times until I was satisfied.
Setting my guitar down, I picked up my cell phone and found Dylan's number. I clicked on it, typing a quick message.
Meet me in 10 in the barn. I have to talk to you. -L.M.
It didn't take long for him to reply.
Ok, see you in a fewJ -D.M.
I read his answer quickly, beginning to feel butterflies in my tummy. Nervously, I slipped on my silver ballet flats, picked up my guitar, and headed for the barn.
I reached my destination with a couple minutes to spare, so I sat down on one of the old, worn chairs that me and Dyl had placed in here years ago. I pulled my guitar onto my lap and began strumming randomly.
"Hey, Lilly," I heard from the doorway. I glanced up from my guitar to see Dylan standing by the door with a nervous smile on his face. What could he possibly be nervous about? I was the one who was about to totally humiliate themselves by singing to the one boy that I've been in love with for who knows how long.
"Hi Dylan," I smiled shyly. "Come here, I have to tell you something." I gestured him over to the seat next to mine and he moved to sit next to me.
"What do you need to talk to me about?" He asked, looking at me with a concerned expression in his gorgeous brown eyes.
I took a deep breath before responding. "I'm not going to tell you, I'm going to sing it to you," I told him quietly, nervous. He just looked back at me with a concerned, yet confused, look on his handsome face. With that, I felt my fingers begin to play, and the first words were out of my mouth before I could even think.
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
I was watching Dylan now, and I saw a confused expression looking back at me. But there was the slightest sign of recognition and almost… Relief?
He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong
It was then that I realized just how much I really cared for Dylan Mee. I realized that maybe I'd always liked him, and that I hoped he felt the same way.
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
And…
As I flowed into the chorus, I felt myself get lost in the music. Oh, how I loved this feeling. I was completely free and relaxed when it came to my music.
I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
Yes, his favorite color was green, and his birthday was the 17th of August (A/N: I don't think this is right, but bear with me). And he was always arguing with everyone.
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
Now came the part I was most nervous about. I looked deep into Dylan's dark brown eyes and sang as sincerely as I possibly could.
And if you asked me if I love him,
I'd lie
I saw a smile cross his face as I sang that line, but he didn't interrupt me, so I continued singing.
He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
I let myself get lost even more in the music as I poured my soul out to the 17 year old sitting next to me.
He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
I sang the chorus again, and began to sing my favorite part of the song. It fit the closest to what I wanted him to know.
He stands there then walks away
My god if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you…
He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything
But my heart
I inhaled deeply as I felt a strong arm come up and wrap around my shoulders. Did this mean what I thought it did? Only time will tell.
First thought when I wake up is
My god he's beautiful
So I put on my make up
And pray for a miracle
That's exactly what I had done this morning. I put on my make up, and prayed for a miracle. Now to finish this up so I can find out once and for all how Dylan feels about me.
Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you asked me if I love him
I'd lie
When the song finished, I looked up at Dylan's face to see him in deep thought. He appeared to be arguing with himself. But then, what I had been thinking about for weeks actually happened.
Dylan's arms forced me to drop my guitar, turn myself around, and rest against his muscular chest. I felt my breath catch in my throat as the next words left his oh-so-kissable lips.
"Lilly, I love you," he sighed, before pressing his lips ever-so-gently to mine. I was in absolute paradise.
So, what'd ya think? Too short? I think it was too short, especially with how long I made you wait for this chapter.
Oh well. I will update whenever I update, if you even care anymore. And to those of you who are still reading and putting up with my lack of updates, THANK YOU! I love you all!
And one more thing before I go, this story could use a beta. I'm not sure how the beta thing works though, so if you're interested, and wouldn't mind explaining it to me, it would be much appreciated.
Thank you, wonderful readers. Please review!