So, I need some reviews. BADLY. So, tell me what you think of this. I'm about to start a Cole fanfiction, I have to think of a plot though. Hah, wish me luck.

Other than that, just READ and REVIEW this :)

xoxo;julia.


CHAPTER 6---

I hear the waves of the ocean; that's all I hear. It's the most relaxed I've been in days. My body lying limp on the sand, almost to the shore. I don't care about people stepping on me, I really don't. The only thing I care about is the sun hitting my body, and thinking about what I'm going to do about the Dylan situation.

My eyes closed, imagining memories of Dylan and me. I screwed it up, and we both know it. So, let me reminisce; go through all the memories, before I pack them all away in my mind.

I'm going back to the day we met. It was the day my life was forever changed, to who I am today. In LAX airport, is where I met my true love, and I didn't even know it at the time.

I turned to see Dylan Sprouse standing there beside me. "So, you are me and Cole's new buddy for the next week?" He asked me. I was star struck for a moment then, as calm as I could say, "Yah, I'm Julia."

As the day went on, we bonded. We became close in the few hours, and it was a good thing. I guess we were close, really close you should say. It was so great.

"You know, you are so different than I though you would be." I said to him. "Why is that?" He asked me curiously. "I don't know…you just don't act like you are famous at all, most celebrities don't act that way." Dylan smiled towards me, a smile I hadn't seen anywhere…the kind of smile that somebody makes when they are in love, but that couldn't be, right? "I'll take that as a complement." He said, smiling at me with that smile again.

And then, that fight, that horrible outburst I had. I'm not going to think about it. I just know that it happened, and then, I had to leave. That was the hardest moment of my life that far.

"I guess this is goodbye huh?" He asked me. "Yah, it is. I'll um…I'll see you around." I said, trying to hold the tears back. "Bye Julia." He said to me. I walked away, not saying anything then softly to myself I said, "Bye Dylan." trying to hold the tears back from falling down my face.

Once I got home, I realized I missed him more than anything. He was my first love, and still IS my first love. But, when he came to rescue me, I couldn't even say the right words.

"Dylan?" I said in shock. "What are you doing here, at my house?" I asked, still in a lot of shock. He didn't say anything, and then pulled me outside into the rain with him to talk. "Julia, I'm sorry about not telling you how I felt and just leading you on and on like I did." He said to me, looking into my eyes, with honesty. The rain continued to fall onto us, but we kept talking as if it wasn't there. "Dylan, I'm sorry. For, running off, not telling you how I felt, and for my outburst. I'm truly sorry about it; I don't know what I was thinking." I said to him, my tears fell like the rain around us.

Then, I just lost it. I remember that moment, the rain, and just wanting to tell him how much he meant to me. It was all I wanted in the world, and I finally got it. And it was worth the wait.

"Well, I came here to you to tell you something that Cole has been telling me I needed to do, because he was tired of seeing me unhappy." "You were unhappy?" I asked him. "Yah, just because you left and we didn't get a chance to say a real goodbye." "So, what did you come here to tell me?" I asked him, looking up at his soaking wet dirty blonde hair, him looking into my blue eyes and at my soaked mop of hair. "I came to tell you that, I love you. I never got the chance to tell you that." He smiled at me, pulling me at my waist closer to him. "Dylan, I love you too, I just never get a chance to tell you, and I've been so miserable the past week, wanting to tell you." I said. The rain still was falling on us, sprinkling in little crystal droppings. He pulled me closer to him, then I got on my tip toes and his lips found mine, and I forgot to breathe.

He's been my rock, even at the hardest times in my life. When my dad passed away, 3 years later, he was there for me. When I failed, and let my fans down and broke down backstage in his arms. I let people down, and he was the one person that didn't care.

"You know, I'm really proud of you tonight." He said, shifting his head over to me. "You are? I mean, I was? I mean-"I said, him cutting me off. "Yes. You were great. And your dad would be so proud to see you performing. I guarantee it." He said, smiling at me. "Thanks. But, he doesn't get to see me turn 16." "Yes he will. He is watching down on you, you just have to believe it. He is going to see you turn 16, just know it in your heart. Ok?" He said to me.

"Ok, I will. But, tonight, seeing that little girl with her dad made me want MY dad. And just as I was thinking about calling him later tonight, I realized that I don't have one. I want someone to hold me like he did, and to make me feel better like he did, and to- to- love me the way he did." I said, pausing before I said the word 'love'.

"I know. But, maybe I can do something." He said, stopping his feet moving along the water, making me stop too.

It was defining moment in my life. My dad died. And he was there, the only one I truly trusted with how I felt. It was the point in our relationship where I knew it was gonna last forever, but now, I'm not sure it'll actually last like I had thought.

"What?" I asked, about to cry onto his shoulders.

"I can try to do all of that. To hold you, and to make you feel better, and to love you." He said, kissing me deeply, right there on the beach, my hands on the front pockets of his jacket, his hands pulling me closer to him, holding me tightly.

After ending the kiss, I looked up at him, a single tear coming down my cheek, and then said, "Ok, I'll let you try."

He leaned down and kissed me again. Then, after the second kiss, he said something. "Just know that your dad loves you, and he wants you to be happy." "I do," I said, "And I am." We walked back from the beach to my house; hand entangled in the others hand, with my heart trusting his.

I just wish this fight never started. I want to be in his arms again, his gentle touch with my own. I just wish he hadn't asked me to marry him, things would be the same. I guess I just can't handle change. I guess when people say that change is good, they're lying to me. I don't think it's good at all, it's horrible. And now, I know that for sure.