Heyyy guys. I'm back. I went to a competiton for 3 days and then to a Russian camp for 2 weeks. Best time ever. I met so many good friends, and now I really wanna go back, buttt it's over.

So here's the next chapter. It's long, as requested. And I'm going to drag this Dylan thing on for a while. Sorry. I have a reason.

Enjoy!

6. MPOV

*3 Days Later…*

I could feel that it was late when I woke up. Or maybe it was early… or normal time. Ya know what? I had no idea what time it was. What I did know was that it was very warm and I was sweating. Like, ew. I got out of bed quickly, checking the time and turning down the thermostat on the way to the bathroom. As it turned out, it was the normal time I woke up.

I was going to take a nice cold shower, but then I remembered that it was warm-ish outside and I could go for a swim instead. I had seen the pool being cleaned earlier in the week.

While I swam and cooled off, I thought about Dylan. I could totally see myself marrying him…if I was a little bit girlier. But maybe even if I stayed myself I could still marry him. I also thought about Fang and his sisters. I decided to trust my mom and just not trust Fang. It was probably best. I didn't need to get hurt. But I also thought that Angel and Nudge and I could be friends. They seemed very nice and not over the top polite. Kind of like Ella. I should tell her about what happened the other day. She'd enjoy the story.

I sighed and got out of the pool. Breakfast should be ready by now. Actually, it was probably over.

"Hey Max." My mom said, smiling when she saw me.

"Hey mom." I replied.

"So Dylan called."

"And? What did he say?" I demanded, sounding somewhat anxious.

"He wants to meet you in town tonight. Ya know, for dinner. Just a little casual thing."

"Oh." I said, sounding surprised. "I guess I'll call him…and yea."

"What, you're not gonna eat breakfast?" she asked, sounding shocked and confused.

"Oh. Oh yea. I'll just grab something and eat it in my room."

I grabbed a couple of pieces of bacon and a granola bar and headed up to my room to call Dylan.

Dylan was very glad to hear from me. He was also excited to go to town tonight. When I asked him where we were going, he told me it was a surprise. And of course my parents knew where we were going too. See? My life sucks. But anyway. Dylan and I talked for about an hour until he had to go eat lunch. We talked about everything—books, colors (why I don't know), music, sports. I was actually happy with him, but still slightly uncomfortable and I couldn't tell why.

Sighing, I went downstairs to look for something to do. I found Ella not doing anything important so I dragged her into my study area to talk to her. The room was only large enough for a desk, a chair, and a book case. On the floor were 2 bean bags that I had gotten for Ella and I when we were younger.

"I think I like Dylan, Ella." I told her after we settled into our beanbags.

She rolled her eyes. "I know. It's obvious, Max. Plus, who wouldn't like him?"

"True, true. He's like, beautiful. And he's a guy." I said, not sure whether or not I was being sarcastic.

"Definetly." She sighed. "You will be so lucky when you guys get married. He'll spoil you, and your kids, oh my gosh. Your kids are going to be beautiful and they're going to be spoiled and not bratty because you'll keep them in line. But I dunno. I haven't figured their names out yet."

"Well, ok then Ella. I see you have most of my future planned out for me. What if we don't get married, though?"

"Well, who else would you marry? There's no one else you would marry, so therefore, your future husband is Dylan. By the way, I know exactly what your wedding dress will look like. You're going to love it. There's no pink on it, I swear."

"How do you know what it looks like?" I was beyond confused.

"Oh, well, I don't really. I've just thought about it and talked to people about it and yeah…" She replied, trailing off at the end.

"That's…lovely." I offered. "Ella, I have a question." I said 'question' slowly and hesitantly.

"Yea?"

"Well, I don't really know about Dylan. I swear, I really like him and he's nice and all, but I don't know how to describe it. It's like…I don't know. It's hard to describe."

"What, no spark?" She asked in a slightly teasing way. So maybe that whole spark thing wasn't fake.

"Well yea, that. But there's something else. Like, something bad might happen if I see him. Plus I'm never really exicted to see him. Only a little. Like I don't even know."

She stared really hard at me for a full minute at least. Then, she shook her head. "Max, I don't know what these odd feelings are. Maybe its just your natural introvertedness. Maybe it's just that you've never been in love before, but you've read about heartbreaks. But you guys are perfect for each other. I'm certain of that. Everything will be ok. Just relax."

"I don't know." I sighed. "Maybe you're right. I just…ugh. He drives me crazy sometimes with all his "you're beautiful" and "you're perfect" and "you light up my world like nobody else" BS. Like, it's really awkward. For me at least."

Ella laughed at me. "It's ok. I'm sorry you don't like that. Better than being told that you're ugly everyday."

"Eh. I suppose you're right."

"'Course I am."

"Well, I have to meet Dylan at his house in an hour. Which, ooh, that reminds me I forgot to tell you something."

"What?"

"The other day, when I was walking to Dylan's house, this guy ran into me. Like, literally. And like knocked me to the ground and all. Then I got up and he was all rude to me. Then, these 2 girls came out and told him to knock it off. Their names were Angel and Nudge. And I think the guy's name was like, Fang or something weird."

"I know Nudge. We used to play together when we were younger. Angel's her little sister. She's adorable. Or at least, she used to be. I don't know Fang. I know her other brother, Gazzy."

"That's cool. I think Fang's dating a girl named Lissa."

"Ew. Well, if it's the Lissa that I'm thinking about, then ew. She's a huge slut."

"Oh. Well, I guess I have to get ready now. Do you have any idea what I'm wearing? My mom said it's just casual."

"Yea. It is. And I know what you're wearing. You'll like it."

"I'd better." I told her as we went to my room.

When we got to my room, I realized what a mess it was. "Oops. Sorry for the mess."

"Yea. It's usually not this bad…" Ella replied. "I'll help you with it tomorrow. But now, I need to get you ready."

As it turned out, I really did like the outfit. The shirt was crème colored and flowy. There was brown and white beading at the top. I wore dark blue skinny jeans and silver ballet flats. Ella straightened my hair for me, and I wore feather earrings in my ears. My make up was natural, but the eyeliner and mascarra were heavier than the rest.

"Wow, Max. You look gorgeous. Dang, girl." Ella said, clearly impessed with her work.

"I like it." I told her. "I guess that's all. I'll see you later, Ells."

"Bye, Max. Have fun."

I got to Dylan's house right on time. He was already waiting for me. He had on a polo and kakhis. He looked lovely, as ususal.

"Hey, beautiful girl." He said, kissing me.

"Hi." I said, grinning. "So, where are we going?"

"Villa Rosa. The Italian place."

"Ooh. That's a good resturaunt. Awesome."

"Yea. I thought you'd like it. I'm glad I was right."

At, the resturaunt, we just ate and didn't talk that much. We ordered dessert and then left with the dessert. We both had vanilla ice cream.

We walked though town holding hads and eating ice cream. We went to the beach through a public beach access. There weren't many people there since it was getting dark. We sat down in the sand to finish our ice cream. When we were done, we went for a walk. We stopped after about a half a mile, and Dylan kissed me. We kissed for a while, and it was very nice. No spark still, but maybe it was a gradual thing.

"Max." He whispered when he finished kissing me. He kept his face close to mine though.

"Yea?" I replied, my eyes still closed. I felt him pull back, so I opened my eyes and pulled back.

"I love you." He said. Simple as that.

"I…Me too." I murmmered quietly. I wondered if that made him feel bad, the way I put that. He didn't look too disappointed.

Then he walked me home, and I couldn't stop thinking about what that bad feeling could be.

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