Sorry I haven't had the time to update, I've been sick the past 3 days. I'm still sick today, and I'm about to go to the docter. Pray for me, ok? Eeek, I'm worried. They say I have a virus, from over the phone, but who knows.
ANYWAY, about the story, I'm sorry this chapter is kinda short. On my computer, it seemed longer. So, sorry about that. The other chapters I've written are longer. I hope I can start another fiction, that somebody requested. Hopefully I'll feel better soon, and I'll be able to. So, be paitent.
review,xoxo------JULiA.
CHAPTER 2—
The key is turning in the lock-hole of the door, clicking. He's smiling, so it must be a good surprise, hopefully. The night was already wonderful, so it could be anything. I never know with Dylan, he's always up to something crazy and new, which almost ALWAYS shocks me.
I saw the inside of the condo, and it was completely different than when I left for the studio this morning. The floor had white rose petals on it, sprinkled all over. I immediately started crying, it was a habit now; I've been doing it all night. He grabbed my hand, and took me into the condo, closing the door. It was quiet, quieter than it ever has been. "What are you up to NOW?" I asked him, looking into his sea foam eyes. He smiled, squeezing my hand tight.
"I have a story to tell you, ok? It's a good one, you'll like it." He told me, and I smiled. I nodded my head, and he continued with what he was saying. "The first minute I saw you, I thought you were beautiful, that's the truth. I got to know you, and it became more and more obvious that I liked you ALOT. As time played out, we've been together ever since. Sure, there's been up's and down's with us, but we've gotten through it. I can honestly say, I love you just as much now, as I did when I first fell in love with you, 6 years back, when you were 13. You're my true best friend, and my one true love, and I'm proud to say that."
I started crying, happiness tears, and they kept coming. My stomach was filled with butterflies and nervousness. "That is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," I said, and he continued. "And now, I only have one question to ask. What are you doing for the rest of your life?" He smiled and pulled out a ring. At this point, I'm loosing it.
"Dyl-Dylan," I started to say, catching my breath, "I don't know what to say. Are you SURE? I don't know. Oh gosh, Dylan, I don't know. I'm only 20; I have my whole life to get married." He sighed a little, and then said, "But why not NOW, when I'm RIGHT HERE?" "Dylan, I like how we are. I like just being what we are, and its fine. We don't have to be like everyone else in Hollywood, and get married when we're young. We can wait, and then it'll be so much more worth it."
"So, you're saying you're afraid of CHANGE? I want us. I want you. I want us to be together, and that has to get to the next thing, and I want it more than anything. Can't you see? I love you. Can you love me too, and do this with me?" I swallowed hard, "I NEVER said I didn't love you. I love you more than anything I've ever loved. You told me that you want to be different than Hollywood, and you're trying to blend in. What happened to that Dylan, the Dylan that I thought you were?" I stepped back, wondering if I just said what I thought I did.
He stepped toward me, grabbing my hand with my promise ring on it from my 16th birthday, and slowly slid it off my finger. "When I said I loved you, it was for good. I guess that's not how you feel now." A tear slid down my cheek, watching him go up the stairs, to his room, with the ring in hand.
This night has been memorable, in so many ways. I'm 20 years old, and I'm still not grown up. And the love of my life, just walked away from me, and it might be for good.
