(Wow, chapter seventeen already.😭)

Alexander's POV

My eyes flutter open and I'm met with a sound asleep and snoring Dylan. "Some things never change huh?" I think to myself with a laugh. His head rested on my shoulder and our legs were entangle as my arm was gripped around his torso. Careful to not wake him up, I maneuver my arm around till it was finally free and not around his waist any longer. Tingles, that felt like little needles, pervaded my arm indicating that it had fell asleep.

"Fucking hell."

I shake my arm repeatedly, in hope that it would make the prickly sensation withdraw itself. The feeling eventually fades and I sigh in relief, looking at the clock on my wall for the time before remembering that it was broken. About a week ago Dylan thought it would be funny to throw little marbles from the vase in my room at it, resulting in the clock unhooking from its hinges and falling down onto the hardwood floor face first.

The glass didn't break but its 'hands' stopped moving. He tried to cover up his wrong doing by placing the clock back on the wall as if no one would be aware of it. I, of course, noticed it right away since I'm always checking it when my phone isn't next to it. I never actually got to the task of taking it down and replacing it, considering how hectic my life has been the past few weeks.

Dylan stirs a bit in his sleep, the movement causing him to stop snoring. Thankfully. I rub my eyes with a long yawn and reach for my phone on the nightstand, checking the time. The digital screen read six thirty-three AM, considering it to be okay to allow him to sleep for about another ten minutes before getting ready for school.

I lay back down onto my bed, grabbing Dylan's hand and playing with his fingers after placing my phone back onto the nightstand. He unknowingly turns and faces me, eyes closed since he was still asleep. A smile decorates my face as I think of the thought of me finally having him. Well I've always had him, just not in that way.

Minutes go by as I continue to hum happy tunes while looking at Dylan's sleeping face. My door creaks open and I immediately remove my hand from his, hoping that who ever there wasn't able to catch it. And as expected, it was my mom. What was she doing in here anyways? Normally she'd be in her room laying down right about now. I sit up as my mom walks in, being extra quiet once she notices Dylan's sleeping figure.

"It's about time for you two to get up and start getting ready for school. It's almost seven."

I grab my phone from next to me and check the time, realizing it in fact was almost seven. My phone read six fifty-five am. Wow, time goes by fast when your looking at the most precious thing in the world. God damnit, he's making me turn all soft and crap. I sigh at the realization.

"Alright."

And with that she left, leaving me alone once again with him. I gently shake Dylan's shoulder to avoid trying to use 'rougher' methods in order to get him up. He mumbles for me to leave him alone and turns away from me to continue sleeping. Fine, looks like I'm gonna have to do this the hard way. Just because we're dating now, wow it feels weird saying that in my head, doesn't mean we have to change how we used to act towards each other. We're still and will always be best friends.

With that thought, I stand up and quickly walk down the stairs. A nice clean bowl was waiting for me as I walked into the kitchen and begin to fill it with water. I'm not a monster so it was only a simple small bowl, not a huge one like what Dylan had. Even though I should be getting pay back and grabbing a large bowl, I'm not. Simply because it would be impossible to bring myself to do it without feeling guilty afterwards.

He honestly has me wrapped around his finger. Not that it wasn't already known to me. I carefully walk back up the stairs after the bowl was a centimeter from being filled to the brim. My mom by passed me just before I had walked into the room, shaking her head since she knew exactly what was about to happen.

I silently walk into the room, slowly closing the door after me before making my way toward Dylan. He was laying down while cuddling my pillow that was wrapped in his arms, causing me to visibly awe. I place the the bowl of water on the floor and kneel in front of him, deciding against the cruel idea.

"Dylan wake up."

He groans resentfully as I roughly shake him awake, turning away from me once again. I smirk after thinking of the perfect way to get Dylan to wake up. "There's absolutely no way it could fail" I thought to myself, clearing my throat and getting ready to talk.

"Sweetheart, baby, it's time to get up and start getting ready. We have school today darling."

The bed shuffles as Dylan turns to face me with narrowed eyes. I purse my lips to keep from producing a laugh.

"What'd you just say?"

He questions, sitting up and crossing his arms in attempt to intimidate me. I keep a casual expression, shrugging as I answer.

"I said it's time to get up for school sweet-"

"Shut up, I know what you said. Don't say it again."

Dylan demands after cutting me off. I smirk and ruffle his hair before standing up, glad that my idea had worked and he was finally awake. He quickly smacks my hand away with a frown planted on his face, only proving my point that he acts like a baby.

"Oh calm down, I was only joking love."

"That's it!"

I slowly back up and he charges toward me, only to trip over the bowl of water that I had sat on the floor. Before he was able to collide face first with the hard floor, I catch him in my arms just in time.

"Dylan be careful. You scared the living shit outta me."

I scold after he had stood up and caught his balance once again. My heart that was pounding heavily just a few seconds ago had finally calmed down at the sight of Dylan being perfectly fine and not staring back at me with a broken nose.

"Calm your tits. I'm perfectly fine-"

"Just go get ready Dylan."

I wave him off and he walks out my room with a sigh, closing the door behind himself. The water spilt on the floor catches my attention causing an irritated groan to leave my mouth. I walk into my bathroom, pulling a towel out its closet and throwing it on top of the most likely freezing water. My door opens, revealing a half naked Dylan who was only wrapped in a towel.

"What do you need?"

I ask, finding it exceptionally challenging to keep my gaze on his face instead of the things beneath it.

"Just came to grab a towel so I can get in the shower."

He answers before walking into the bathroom and coming back out with a face towel, leaving just as quickly as he came in. I let out a staggered breath, trying to get rid of the unruly thoughts circling in my mind. The things he does to me.

~*~

"Hey, how are y'all doing?"

Maya greets as Dylan and I sat down at the lunch table we always sit at, her light county accent seeping into her voice. It's very rarely that you can tell she's from the southern part of America but once every blue moon, you can. We were the last ones there considering everyone was already seated and had their lunch.

"Fine, yours?"

I ask with a friendly smile that Maya returns before answering with a quick 'good'. And just my luck, Rachel walks up the the table with crossed arms. My friends, and boyfriend, immediately roll their eyes as she approaches.

"I demand you to take me back."

She says while glaring, a layer of tears clouding her eyes. My lips part in shock, not expecting for her to say that.

"Listen Rachel, there's just no-"

"I at least deserve an explanation! Can I at least get that, hmm?"

I glance at Dylan for somewhat permission that he grants by slightly nodding his head. Rachel smiles brightly as I get up and walk toward the cafeteria doors. She happily strides next to me, my friends still murmuring in utter disagreement. We make it into the hall way before she starts talking in that annoying voice of hers.

"See! I knew you still loved me. Oh c'mer you."

Rachel grips my face and pulls it down in attempt to kiss me but I turn my head just in time so it lands on my cheek, quickly pushing her away from me. She looks at me with furrowed brows, confusion plastered on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Listen Rachel, I never meant to hurt you but there's just no way we could be together again okay. I just don't feel the same way for you like the way I felt in the beginning of our relationship. I hope you understand."

Tears fogged her vision as she looked at me. Anger soon replaced her sadness and she rushed up to me, gripping my shirt and pulling me close.

"Stop lying!"

I try and calm her down as my eyes made contact with a few people who were passing by. My patients quickly runs out when she tries to kiss me again. I yank her off me and begin to walk away as she yells like an infant for me to 'get back here'. That girl is a whole different level of crazy. I walk back to the table with a sigh, sitting down and resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

"How'd it go?"

"Not good. She's freaking psycho."

I affirm, answering joey's question with an annoyed sigh. Claire squints her eyes, looking at something on my face.

"What's that on your cheek?"

She asks, probably referring to the lipstick print Rachel's lips must have left. Everyone's eyes flicker to me as they wait for an answer, including Dylan's.

"She tried to kiss me but I turned my head and it landed on my cheek."

I reply honestly, a hint of nervousness cascading through my body for some reason. Everyone nods their head in understanding, deeming my statement to be true. Even though I was only worried about what Dylan was going to say. Thankfully, he seemed satisfied with my answer like everyone else. I don't know if I'd be able to handle if he didn't believe me.

A couple minutes by pass after the incident and Dylan rests his head on my shoulder, earning a raised brow from me. I then notice that he hadn't touched any of his food and in my book that's a huge problem. The rest of our friends were thoroughly engaged in their own conversation, giving me an opportunity to grip his hand under the table. I felt bad for keeping this from them but we aren't exactly ready to be 'open' about this.

"What wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

He whispers back reassuringly, keeping his head facing forward. I decide to let it go, gently squeezing his hand to let him know that I'd be there whenever he needed to talk. Always.

~*~

"Alright, we'll catch you guys later."

We give a quick wave to our friends before making our way towards the locker room to get suited up for football practice. I honestly just wanted to go home and lay down with Dylan. And by lay down I mean cuddle. He didn't seem to be in the best of moods today, but you can't disregard your responsibilities just because you don't feel like doing something.

You can't get anywhere in life by doing that. Plus the championship is approaching fast, it only being a week and a half anyway, and we need to practice like hell. Our school has had a two year winning streak and we plan on making it three years. Hence the reason coach is so hard on us. I follow Dylan into the locker room where most of our other teammates were, talking loudly as they changed into their gear.

"Alex, Dylan what's up guys."

We converse with them a bit then head to our lockers that were, of course, right next to each others.

"I don't really feel like being here."

Dylan says suddenly, a frown decorating his flawless face as he puts his knee pads on. I freeze at what comes out his mouth, placing my shoulder padding down onto the bench.

"You love football practice, what's the difference today?"

He shrugs, gripping onto his helmet with a sigh. I place an encouraging hand onto his shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance.

"Hey, I'm here whenever you need me. I love you as my best friend, and more, so I'm not going anywhere. Just push through this practice for me, okay?"

I ask with a smile over the chatter of the locker room that had decreased a bit over time. He returns the smile, nodding at my request.

"Good."

My eyes glance around the locker room for a couple seconds before I lean in and kiss his lips after deeming it okay. His eyes widen after I had pulled back.

"Alex what the hell is wrong with you!"

He shouts quietly, looking around the room for any peering eyes. I grin at his alertness, continuing to put my stuff on.

"Oh calm down, nobody saw. I'm not an idiot."

I watch him visibly relax at my words, laughing nervously as he sat down. He bends down and tightens his shoe laces as I do the same, standing up and walking away with my helmet clutched in my hand.

"Hey! Wait for me."

I chuckle lowly, walking out the double doors as Dylan trolled behind me. Coach was out there waiting for us at the bleachers with his signature frown plaster on his face. Who knows, maybe he'll go easy on us today. I instantly laugh at myself for thinking such ridiculous things.

Obviously not.

~*~

Dylan and I get into my car, our tired bodies now resting on the seats. I start the car and quickly drive off, ready to be in the comfort of a bed. My eyes glance over to Dylan as I felt my hand being gripped in his. He has been clingy as hell since lunch. Not that I'm complaining though.

Much to my liking, the ride to my house wasn't that long. I park in the drive way before opening my door and walking out, shutting it behind me as Dylan does the same. We walk into the house, almost bumping into my mom who was on her way out.

"Hey mom."

"Hi boys, I'll be back a little later to cook dinner. I have a quick errand to run."

She says, coughing a bit as she spoke. My face filled with worry as I looked at my mother. There were slight bags under her eyes and her skin was a little pale.

"Mom, you okay?"

"Yes son, nothing that can't be fixed so don't worry. Now, I'll be back a little later."

The door slams shut before I could protest. Is that why she's been leaving so much lately, because she's sick and needs to go to the doctor for help? I shake my head of that thought, my mothers reassuring words filling my mind. 'Don't worry'. If something was wrong she'd tell me, no doubt.

"I'm about to take a shower."

Dylan says and begins to walk up the stairs. I follow him up the steps, deciding that it would be smart to take my own shower also. The thought of asking to join him crosses my mind but is immediately disintegrated after figuring that would be moving to fast. Way to fast. He walks into my closet once we reach the room and grabs a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before walking out, probably to get in the shower.

I mimic his actions, shutting the bathroom door behind me. My sore muscles only made it harder for me to remove the clothes from off my body but the task eventually gets completed. I turn the water on, waiting for it to become my designated temperature before stepping in and grabbing the shampoo. I lather it in my hair, washing my body with soap afterwards and rinsing off.

Careful of the wet floor, I dry my self with a towel before putting on deodorant and getting dressed. I grab another towel to dry my hair and to pick up the water that somehow got through the shower curtain, placing it in the hamper afterwards and walking out. My eyes light up at the sight of my comfortable bed, tempting me to cannon ball onto it which of course definitely happened.

I let myself collide with the soft cushion, letting the warm blanket comfort me as I snuggled under it. The relaxing state almost put me to sleep but it's disregarded as soon as Dylan walked in. He gets onto the bed and crawls towards where I was, silently laying down right next to me.

"So you're sure nothing's wrong?"

I question, referring to his quiet and clingy like behavior. He nods and rests his head on my shoulder just as he had before, beginning to play with my fingers. I sigh in defeat, fed up with his inaudible responses.

"If you say so."

Trying to pry an answer out of him will only make things worse so I guess all that's left to do is wait. Silence consumes the room as my eyes begin to droop from exhaustion.

"Will you do what you did to Rachel. . .to me?"

A/N (my poor baby)

Dylan questions suddenly, halting his movements. My tired state instantly vanishes at his query, guilt filling its place.

"You know I would never do that to you."

"You told Rachel you'd never leave her. What's the difference with me?"

He retorts, sitting up and crossing his arms. I copy his position, uncrossing his arms and placing my hands in his.

"Dylan, you are one of the most important people in my life. Why would I do something as shitty as that to you?"

"Because all 'couples' fight."

I stay quiet at what he says. That's something I couldn't argue with even if I tried because it was true.

"Maybe we're moving to fast."

"What do you mean we're moving to fast? We've literally known each other for years. What's too fast about this?" I retort.

"I just don't want this to end up jeopardizing our friendship."

He frowns at what he says, looking at me to see what my reaction would be.

"I'm willing to try and make this work. The only question is, are you?"

I ask seriously, determined to try and make this work out. Not only for us physically, but for our happiness. He subtly nods his head causing me to smile widely.

"I love you."

"I love me too."

I smirk at his smart-aleck remark, glad that he was back to his normal self. Giving up on us will forever be the last option I refer too. That's just how much I care for him. My best friend Dylan Ross.

Word Count: 3290😜
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