All I Ask Of You

No more talk of darkness,
forget these wide-eyed fears;
I'm here, nothing can harm you,
my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.

-Raoul from Phantom of the Opera

"Mom!" I yelled as I pushed Dylan off me, sitting up.

This is the most embarrassing moment ever. I finally get some serious action and my mom has to ruin all the fun. Wait- we aren't technically related so we can be together. Let's try to convince them that. They'll probably burn me at the stake.

Dylan had picked himself off the floor and took his jacket off the floor. He threw his plaid shirt at me and said, "Keep it." He then Left the room brushing by my mom that looked confused and angry at the same time. Her eyes were so gold I knew I was in deep trouble.

She slammed the door and asked very angrily, "How long has this gone on?"

She was breathing heavy so I understood to start from the beginning.

"Mom this has happened since the incident," I said and she understood what I was talking about.

She began to say something but i cut her off. I mean she needed to let me talk.

"For the past eleven years, he's looked at me weird and was always really overprotective. I just thought that it was a cousin thing but the last year has been the weirdest. Every time he would give me something he would have our hands touch longer than needed. Then he would get seriously close to my face and always look me in the eyes like i was the prey and he was the predator. And he would put his arm around my shoulder or hold my hands. Then there was the kisses-" I said but was interrupted by mom saying,

"What?!"



"MOM! Keep it down please I don't want Dad to know! He'd murder Dylan"

"Okay but if there is anything farther than kissing-"

"EW! Let me finish PLEASE! The kisses were short but really -I hate to sound corny- but full of magic."

As I finished and looked at the shirt Dylan gave, she was just looking at me and after a few minutes smiled.

"That sounds just like when I first met your father." She said.

I looked up and saw my mom tearing up.

"Oh God mom don-"

"No sweetie! I understand how you feel and I want you to be happy"

I haven't seen my mom this touchy feely since well I can't remember but hey it's refreshing. But i know there's a catch because she always- yep she's doing it now biting her lip like she fourteen.

"But you need to tell the whole family at dinner tonight."

I'm DOOMED! Yeah they are totally going to kill me! And it's all because my mom told me to tell everyone that I'm in love with Dylan but wait we aren't really going out are we?

Well I was about to say something but my mom left the room so quickly. Well I had to get ready for the day of anguish and terror anyway so why don't I wear what looks best on me.

I walked over to my tan dresser and pulled out my old kinda damaged white jeans and a black tank top. After I changed, I walked over to the bed and picked up the shirt Dylan gave me.

I smelt it. God it smelled just like his axe body wash. And now I feel like a freak for smelling it but hey isn't that what girls do? Hopefully!

Well I put on the shirt and rolled up the sleeves because they were so long. He's like a bloody body builder! I laugh quietly to myself and walk to the hallway.

I have always liked this house. It was so beautiful with stained glass windows and romantic styled architecture. Dad said he designed this house when mom and him found out that they were pregnant with me. I totally know that's a lie because well my parents would not build a house for me but I'll just let them think I actually believe them. I loved the way the stair case twirled around. I was almost to the kitchen.

When I walked towards the kitchen, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't see Dylan walking in my direction with a glass of well apple juice because it's my favorite and he had 

always paid attention to what I liked. Well anyways I ran straight into him. The juice splashed all over me and over his shirt that he gave me. I

"Oh Dylan, I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy sometimes."

"It's ok. I think it's cute.'

I felt my cheeks heat up. Oh why did he have to be so adorable and like everything about me. WHY?

"I like it when you blush." Dylan whispered in my ear.

Wait-when did he get there? Oh okay I honestly don't care.

He stared to kiss his way from my ear to my lips and somewhere in between his lips touching air and touching my skin, my eyes closed. And I couldn't hear anything or even wanted to but when his lips touched mine it was electrifying.

We didn't go any farther than just a kiss on the lips but he picked me up and sat me on the counter. His hands sat perfectly at my waist while my arms looped around his neck. We fit together like a puzzle.

"Ah-hem!" We heard from the right.

We separated quickly and looked to see who it was.

Oh no no no no no no no no no no! This cannot be happening.

"WHAT YOU DOING WITH MY SON YOU WHORE!" My aunt Rosalie yelled.

Oh this was going to be a long day.