He saved my ass once again.

Nothing has been asked in return and I'll be eternally grateful for the help he's been giving me.

It's also weird because I am attracted to him. Even if I know I can't because he has a girlfriend, I can't help it. 

The guy is handsome. Tall, fit and tanned. The epitome of hot not to mention his pretty face, goofy smile and sparkling blue eyes.

Maybe it's the fact that he's the first guy ever that has caught my attention ever since Dean ruined me, but he does. It's shocking because they're nothing alike but maybe that's the reason why? 

It's a mindfuck, that's for sure.

But if it weren't for Dylan, I wouldn't have paid off my debt yesterday and wouldn't have the money to indulge tonight. For days I've been eating nothing but the lunches Dylan has been buying me and bread with butter in the mornings.

Not tonight. 

I'll fucking buy a fuckload of chips, chocolate and ice cream and I will only come back home once my stomach is full of junk food. 

"Hey Steve," I greet the convenience store owner.

It's located at the end of my street. It's close but still far enough that she won't see me.

 Stevie always lets me sit down by the back exit if I need some time alone.

Skipping through the aisles, I head straight to the one that has the sweets and chocolates. My eyes lock on the Milka tablets and I grab a couple, along with a pack of marshmallows, a bag of chips and lastly, I walk to the freezers. 

Strawberry cheesecake ice cream is my favourite. It's also the most expensive but God knows when will I have the money to buy this again.

When I reach the register, Stevie receives me with a warm smile, saying, "Indulging tonight Luna?"

"Yes, can I sit down on the back?" 

"You know I don't mind, but a grumpy kid came here earlier, asking for a place where he could be alone and drown his sorrows. He might not want you there..." he trails off.

"I'll give it a try, maybe if he understands I won't bother him, he'll let me munch my sugar in peace." 

Stevie nods and registers what I've gathered. Once he's done it all and put it in a bag I pay and head towards the back exit. 

It's a dark alley with a small short wall that I use as a bench. It would be dangerous if Stevie hadn't invested in a metal gate, closing off the alley and thus avoiding criminals from using this as their spot. 

That's why I like to use it. 

Opening the big door, I notice a male figure slouched down on the ground with three alcohol bottles surrounding him.

Damn, life's probably hard on him.

He's dressed entirely in black, along with a dark beany to cover his hair. A few rings are set on the visible fingers that hold one of the bottles. His forehead is resting on his knees and the bad lighting doesn't let me see much more than that.

He seems familiar but I can't pinpoint what exactly. 

A ringing tone flares through the alley and echoes due to the silence. It's his phone but he makes no move to pick it up. 

This is going to be quite a sight tonight. 

Sitting down on the bench, opposite to the place he's sitting down on the floor, I start to search through my plastic bag what am I going to eat first.

"I just wanted to fucking be alone," the familiar voice slurs.

I have never in my life, looked up so fast. 

"Dylan?" I exclaim, flabbergasted.

His head snaps up and his eyes widen before a clumsy smile appears on his face. 

Why in the hell is he here and drunk out of his mind?

"Ohhh, the one I've been looking for the entire night," he slurs. 

I can't help but come close and crouch next to him, gripping the alcohol bottle and putting it out of his reach. 

"If you wanted to find me why didn't you call or texted?" I ask.

"I was angry. My mom taught me not to be close to people if I think I can do something I can regret later but I couldn't stop thinking about you..." His glazed eyes look briefly at mine before he lets his head fall onto his knees.

"What happened Dylan? I never took you for the type to get this drunk?" 

"I'm not but I wanted to forget."

"About me?" I ask before  I can think.

What am I even doing? I should be calling someone to pick him up. 

"NO!" He exclaims, wide-eyed. 

"Then what are you trying to forget?" I press.

His eyes close tightly and his head falls onto my chest as his arms snake around my waist. 

Warmth seeps up my body, settling on my chest. Having Dylan this close again is as comforting as it is weird.

My arms hang on my sides awkwardly because I have no idea what to do.

"All I could think about was seeing you then I remembered," he rambles on a slowed and slurred pace and I let him, "that uber drive that I put you in and the destination on my account was this fucking street but I had no idea which one of these ugly-ass buildings would be the one you lived in. I got so annoyed and then I ended up here."

"So you decided to get drunk because you didn't know where I live?" 

"No," he says, burying his face more onto my chest sniffing at it.

I can't help but blush, even though he's not completely in control of his actions.

"How much have you had to drink?" 

"Little," he mumbles. "There is still one left to drink." 

He leans forward, trying to go for it but I pull him back to me. 

"Do you want me to call your mom or your dad?"

"Nononononoo," he leans back, looking at me wide-eyed. "Dad will kick my ass and mom will be worried sick. Don't forget she has baby, Lulu, we can't stress her." 

I muffle a giggle behind my hand at his baby talk.

Dylan is tall. Much taller than me and even though he blushes often around me, he oozes confidence wherever he goes. But right now, right here, I feel like I am dealing with a giant baby and I can't help but laugh.

"Who can I call then? It's not like I can leave you here drunk out of your mind and alone in a dark alley."

"Why not? You're all I need." Then he presses his head onto my chest again, still sniffling.

"Do I stink?" I try to detach his head from me but unsuccessfully. 

"Hmm," he moans. "You smell amazing. I'm addicted." 

"Didn't you have an uncle?" I remind myself out loud.

"Ohhh," he straightens up. "Yes yes. Jake will do, he'll take me home. Here," he mumbles and proceeds to put his phone into my hand.

"Your code?" I ask and he gives me his thumb.

Shrugging, I press his thumb into the recognition area and unlock his phone. the first thing that shows up are over a hundred calls unanswered. What pops out the most is the contact with the name Bitch written on it with over 70 calls, then followed by a good dozen from his parents and another few from Marc Bro and a couple from what I assume to be his uncle.

I press the one written Funcle and let it call until a deep male voice greets me, "Where the fuck are you? Your parents are worried sick and have been bombarding my phone for a couple of hours, I can't cover your ass for much longer!"

"Shhh, tell him to calm down," Dylan whispers.

"Uhm, hey, my name is Luna and I'm calling because I need you to come and pick Dylan up," I explain, trying to keep a serious voice.

"Is he alright?" 

"With this pillow? Just peachy," Dylan grins at me. 

I can't help but chuckle this time before answering, "He's fine. Just a little bit drunk." I think.

"Fucking hell. Can you give me the address?" 

"Yes, I'll text you." 

"Ok, see you in a little bit." 

I text him the address and look down at a grinning Dylan.

"What are you smiling at?" 

"You."

I choke on my breath, not knowing what to tell him. He's cheeky when he's sober, but he's down ass cheesy when he's drunk.

"I should've broken up with her sooner," he whispers.

"What?" 

"I should've kissed you," he continues with his rant, ignoring my question.

"Dylan, no. You're dating that chick." 

"NO," he yells. "I'm fucking not. The bitch was cheating on me all along." 

Oh.

So that's why he's here drinking. He's heartbroken because he got cheated on.

We resisted the tension between us, he was feeling guilty for almost hurting her when all of this time he was the one being played. 

Shit, no wonder he's a wreck. 

In a twisted way, I can't help but be relieved they're no longer together but at the same time, my heart squeezes with the knowledge that she's affecting him this much. That she's gotten him to this point. 

He must really love her. 

"Hey, I'm here." 

Looking over my shoulder, the same man I'd seen with Dylan before standing by the door. He's tall but unlike his nephew, his skin tone is slightly paler with darker hair.

"Thank you for calling me," he says crouching down next to us. "Hey, Dy, ready to go home?"

"hmmm," he moans, digging his face into my chest once again, "I'm home." 

Looking at his uncle, he's already looking at me with an amused glint in his eyes and I can't help but blush.

"Dude, your home won't be spending the night in a dark alley, let's go to bed, ok?"

"She'll come too?" 

"If she wants," his uncle shrugs.

I gawk at their conversation, confused. Then Dylan looks at me expectantly.

"What?" 

"Will you come with me? I don't want to be alone," Dylan begs, puppy eyes and all.

"I don't think that's a good idea. You're hurting and you probably need to be alone," I try to reason.

"No. I need you." He proceeds to hug my waist and his uncle chuckles.

"Dylan is quite clingy when he's drunk. He won't go home if you don't go too," 

"Pleaaaaaaaseeee, just tonight," He begs. " You said it, I'm hurting and you make it hurt less." 

"You're a pain in my ass, you know that?" 

He smirks and brings his hand to my cheek, "the biggest you'll ever know." 

"Okay, guys. This is endearing to watch but let's go home." Dylan's uncle chimes in ."Help an old man out, will you Luna?"

Carefully, we both lift him. He's swaying a lot but he can still hold himself together and walk. At least if he's pressed against the both of us.

"My two favourite people in the world," Dylan chimes in.

"Shut up kiddo, you're in so much trouble not even I'll be able to get you out of this." 

"What did he do?" I can't help but ask.

"He beat a guy up and drove in a fury for an hour in a half. That drive should have taken three hours." My eyes widen at his words.

"He's lucky he's alive," Dylan chimes in, still slurring. "I could have done much much worse. You know that unc."

"I know kiddo," he sighs and turns back to me. "Then proceeded to get drunk and ignore his family and his mom is worried sick. Believe me, Momma Willow will be her first thing in the morning tomorrow." 

"Oh shit," I mutter.

"But first we got to sober him up." 

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Were you guys expecting this? 

Ok so, I don't want to give Abby's drama too much spotlight because you know, she's a cheater and that never deserves that kind of spotlight in my eyes. But I'll let you know what happened after the end of the last chapter - I am sure Dylan will confide either in Luna or someone else... once he's sober AHAH

Why do you think he got drunk?

I love drunk Dylan though, he's clingy as fuck - part two will be coming next chapter AHAHAH