"Thank you for being my ride dude, at least until I can get my uncle to cave in and lend me one of his cars without mum knowing," I tell Marcel when we meet after the morning classes for lunch.

"It's fine, I have been feeling rather lonely either way," Marcell mumbles.

"What's going on?"

"Zahra's making it freaking difficult for me," he grumbles. "Hasn't spoken to me in a week and every time I approach her, she turns around and leaves."

"Yeap, tell me about it. Luna's either treating me like I am made of glass or like I have the plague."

Marcel snorts.

"Dude, I can't believe how cool you are with breaking up with Abby after all of these years. You guys were attached by the hip."

"Yeah well, I do miss my best friend. She was amazing all of those years ago, she changed a ton though and I can't do much about it either."

"But dude, it's been just a few days and you look better. You joke around more, you go all out with those crazy outfits and you seem lighter, freer."

"Thanks, man. I thought I'd feel worse but I've been feeling pretty good. I'll be fucking better when Luna lets me show her what she's missing," I smirk.

Initially, I thought the break-up with Abby was going to take a toll on me once it set in but now I notice just how oppressed I've been. And it was worse because I let the guilt of wanting Luna take over me.

Now that I've been freed of that guilt, my bain has been consumed. Especially after sleeping snuggled into her and grinding into her...

And to think I haven't fucking kissed her yet.

Fuck, those luscious lips.

"Speaking of the devil..." Marcel trails off and my head whips in the direction his gaze is locked.

There she is, exiting the college's pavilion, like she owns the world.

Gorgeous.

Long tanned legs, only partly covered by a leather skirt. Tucked into it, is a loose white shirt and matching leather jacket.

Hot.

And don't get me started on those Doc Martens.

If there is someone who isn't afraid to be grungy and sexy at the same time, is Luna and I fucking love it.

"Hey," I call for her at the same time my body runs towards her, completely forgetting about Marcel.

As every single day ever since I left her home after breakfast she keeps walking, completely ignoring me. It hurt the first day but her words have been in my mind on repeat, reminding me of why she's doing it.

That's why I've been insistent although she keeps blowing me off every single time.

I'd rather have another kind of blowing activities involved but we'll get there...

Eventually.

"Will you join us for lunch, baby?" I ask. "UGH," I groan in pain when her elbow digs into my side.

"I am not your baby," she growls.

Her bad mood makes me chuckle. It used to intimidate the shit out of me but now I just find it amusing.

And riling her up? Heaven on earth, even if she's raising hell.

"No... you're my everything," I whisper to her ear.

She shudders and I don't miss the way her throat bobs up and down.

"Stop spewing nonsense, Dylan."

"You seem to be the only one thinking that. I am quite aware of what I'm saying, thank you very much."

My arm snakes around her shoulders and I motion for Marcel to join us. She'll have lunch with us whether she wants it or not.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Taking my girl and my best friend for lunch," I shrug.

"I am not your girl!"

"Shush. What do you want to eat? It's my treat!"

"Could you fucking stop acting like I am not here?" She fumes.

"What? Like you've been doing the past days?"

That shuts her up. Good.

"Marcel, you ok with McDonald's? My girl here is a sucker for greasy food."

Luna's cheeks flush and it makes me want to kiss them... Or bite them, or even lick them. Well fuck, ever since I woke up next to her, I've been a horny dog. Especially, every time she pops up.

It makes something else pop up as well.

Fuck, not the time for a hard-on, Dylan.

"Oh?" He cocks an eyebrow, looking at both of us amused. "Damn, that's wife material!."

I see what you're doing dude... Me likey.

"Right?" I fake exasperation. "That's what I've been trying to tell her, but she doesn't believe me!"

"You just broke up with-"

"Ah-Ah, are you still hung up on that? I told you what happened, I told you how I felt and feel about it and I am not lying."

"You're just conf-"

"Don't tell me I am fucking confused, I know what I am and it's certainly not confused!"

Horny. That's what I am right now.

Because every time we argue or banter I get... Oh, who the fuck am I fooling? I'm always horny around her.

"You're so fucking annoying," she groans.

"You guys are quite entertaining to watch. This is going to be fun," Marcel muses just as we arrive at McDonald's.

"Fuck off," she grumbles and I chuckle.

That's my girl.

She sits down at one of the free booths and I head to the counter with Marcel and order the food for us. Is it weird that I already know the fact that he likes the large Big Mac menu and a box of ten nuggets?

Some might believe if I were to do an eating contest with her, she'd win. Hell, I do believe she'd win.

"You know her request already?" Marcel taunts with a smirk on his lips.

"We've eaten here before and I was, ahm, listening."

"Right, right," he chuckles.

"I'm whipped man, what can I say?" I shrug, confessing.

The food arrives quickly and we both join her at the booth. As soon as I place the hamburger in front of him, she licks her lips and wastes no time opening the box and starting eating it. No need for napkins and she doesn't even worry when a little bit of sauce gets stuck on the corner of her mouth.

Is this girl even real?

And why am I thinking about licking it off of her?

Goddamn.

"Slow down or you'll get a tummy ache. The hamburger won't run away,"

"You think?" she asks sarcastically and Marcel chuckles.

"How's your mom?" Luna asks and I'm stunned to silence.

My mom?

"She's fine. Why are you asking?"

"Duh, isn't she pregnant? Is she having morning sickness yet or any other symptoms?"

Again... My mom?

"Is it weird that I am asking for her? I liked her, she was nice to me," she explains.

"Yeah, no. Yeah, she is fine. Only morning sickness last time I checked."

"Why are you being weird about me asking about your mom?"

"Dylan's very protective of his momma," Marcel chimes in and I glare at him.

"All kids should be protective of their moms." Luna defends me and my tense muscles relax a little.

"I am just not used to having people asking about her..."

"Why not? She's so fucking nice!" Luna exclaims before licking her fingers. "Why don't you ask about his mom, you asshole?"

Marcel's eyes widen and I chuckle.

"What the hell? I do. She was nice back when I lived up there. What the hell girl?"

"He's fine, I just mean..." I trail off.

Abby never asked about how my family was doing. I always thought it was because we were with them often but now that I think about it... Ever since I'm not there and spent time with her she never asked and I know she never spent time with them without me.

"I am not your bitchy ex. I liked you mom, your entire family. They embarrassed the shit out of you, they're so cool," she muses and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"They liked you too," I smirk.

There's a group of girls passing by, heading towards the exit. One of them seems to have caught Marcel's attention because his eyes widen and he mumbles a quick "I'll be back" before trailing after them.

Leaving me and Luna alone.

"So," I start and she side-eyes me with a quirked eyebrow without stopping munching on her nuggets. "My uncle got invited to an exhibition and I wanted you to come with."

"Why me?"

"Aren't you a sculptor yourself?"

"Yes?"

"Well, Jeff Koons, Richard Serra and Kiki Smith are only a few of the names who will be having their works of art exposed-" I am cut off by Luna's cough.

"W-what?"

"Yes. It's more of a contemporary art exhibition, it'll have painting and more but I thought you'd like to come with."

"Are you joking? Of course, I'd like to go with."

"Good, that's settled then. It's next week, we just need to dress a little more... formal," I wink.

"I'll do my best," she agrees with a sparkle in her eyes.

Damn, I never thought I'd be this please to make her happy.

"Also, maybe my uncle could introduce us to potential buyers? He knows a lot of people, he's done quite a lot of luxury and personalized houses. you have no idea how much rich people like the idea of having something done specifically for them."

"Shit, that would be a dream come true. I could..." she trails off.

"You could what?" I try.

"Nothing," she clears her throat. "Thanks, Dylan. I don't know how I could repay you."

"I happen to know one way..." I taunt.

Luna rolls her eyes but still asks, "What would that be?"

Smirking, I lean on my side, towards her. When my face is close enough, I graze my lips on the shell of her ear and whisper, "I'd like a thank you kiss."

Luna freezes for a second and at the same time her skin breaks into goosebumps. Then she swallows and side-eyes me.

"Keep dreaming."

"You're affected by me just as I am affected by you. You'll cave in, don't worry."

Luna snorts and I add, "I can be very persistent about what I want."

Her mouth opens and I know she's about to answer - probably something snarky - but Marcel comes back and sits down right across from us with a huff.

"Fucking women," he grumbles. "Why do they have to be so fucking difficult?"

I know buddy, I fucking know...

"Stop being whiny bitches. If you don't like women just go gay!"

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I taunt. "Well, you're not getting rid of me!"

With a sigh she says, "At least, I tried."

We all chuckle and get back to finish lunch before getting back to classes. It's been good lately and I intend to enjoy it as much as I can.

⛓️ A u t h o r ' s N o t e ⛓️

This is more of a filler guys sorry. But I want to solidify the relationships Dylan has (Luna and Marcel). 

I hope you still enjoyed it! Let me know if you find any mistakes, this is not edited!