Dylan's POV

I step into the chilly evening air, taking one last look at my best friend before slamming the door shut behind me. If we we're even best friends anymore. There really was no telling. A well expected sigh pushes past my still moderately swollen lips and I begin take in the full reality of what just happened. 'Now is not the time to mope and feel sorry for myself' I thought as my feet finally got the will to detach themselves from the pavement of his front porch and silently walk away.

I begin the journey back to my house, anxious to get away from here in hope that the long walk would help me clear my head. You'd think it would start storming and I'd willingly walk though it to get home like most situations you hear about. Firstly, just because I'm sad does not mean I would be willing to get pneumonia and drown in my sorrow instead of calling someone to pick me up.

Secondly, it was the complete opposite. The sun was peeking faintly out over the hills, leaving a beautiful warm contract of colors and cool tones in the atmosphere as I continued my knowingly long walk to my house.

Part of me wasn't thrilled to go home. I didn't feel like dealing with my constant paranoia of them giving me judgmental stares, in fear that they had found out about what just happened. Even though it was highly unlikely. That's the reason I suggested to Alex that we should spend some time apart and why I reacted the way I did. It wouldn't be entirely a walk in the park if they found out.

My parents aren't exactly 'fond' of gays, constantly scrunching their faces up in disgust if one happens to be on tv or walks past us. Why do you think I snapped on him like that. It's like my parents put them in their own category which I don't think is fair, they're humans too. Well that's how I look at it at least.

There was no longer a single fiber being in my body trying to convince me that I didn't at least have a slight attraction to Alex. Ever since the night we played truth or dare, its been getting more and more undeniable. I started to rethink my feelin- um thoughts when I didn't turn down Claire's dare and actually agreed to kiss Alex instead of one of the girls. Any other dude would've easily and without a heart beat chose to kiss Claire or Maya. Something I didn't do.

What sealed the unwanted realization was the fact that I enjoyed it. Not just the first time, but the second too. My thoughts begin to drift to when we were younger and how we'd spend as much time as we could together. Similarly to now. We were a lot closer then most people and even closer than some family members are to each other. I remember pretty much everything from our 'youthful' days.

Every hug.

Every kiss.

Every promise.

Tears formed in the back of my eyes the longer I reminisced, but I forcibly push them back. My thoughts unwillingly begin to drift back to my parents, one of the main reasons I wasn't able to act on the things I felt towards Alex. They would probably disown me and I'd never get to see my sister again. Not to mention it would probably tear them apart considering they are already having relationship issues. I'd be a disappointment in their eyes, seen by them as their only son who never made them proud. Their GAY son.

Was I actually gay? Maybe it's to soon to jump to that conclusion. Everyone has their phases right? My question is answered when an image of Alex's unnaturally perfect face fills my mind as my feet trudge across the cemented sidewalk. Sighing, I look up towards the sky that was a little darker than before due to the fact of how late it was getting. It's not like I'm attracted to guys and go around everyday thinking about how cute some are like a fucking love struck teenager.

Only with Alex.

That's what frustrated me. It's like I only had those 'thoughts' for him. Out of all people. My best friend. It could've been any beautiful, gorgeous girl in the world and it had to be him. Him. Maybe being apart for a while will allow him and also me to sort out our thoughts and agree that we should go back to normal. No random kisses, random hugs, and most importantly no feelings. There, I said it.

Feelings.

Things that can either make or break you. In this case, they're breaking me. It's like everything was coming out at once. Never would I have thought I'd be thinking these things and now, potentially be loosing him. I hate him for making me think these things.

My head lifts up at the sound of a car horn and in front of me was a blue suburban that belonged to Diane. I hadn't realized I was about to cross the partially deserted street. Must've been too lost in thought. She rolls down her window with furrowed brows but never the less, a small smile on her face.

"Why are you walking alone? Where's Alex?"

She questions, confused. I guess she wasn't at home when we had our little argument. Well more like huge argument.

"I'm on my back to my house and Alex is still at home."

I answer with a sad smile, looking around nervously in fear that she was about to ask why. This is DD we're talking about. The one who's been in my life for years, who knows Alex and I from top to bottom, in and out. Of course she was about to ask. I could see the uneasy expression on her face, making me feel somewhat guilty.

"Well, can I at least take you home? If you want me too of course?"

"Sure, thank you."

I jog to the passenger side and hop in, thankful that she didn't try to pry and ask what had happened. Diane presses the gas after looking in the rearview mirror for any on coming cars, pulling away from the side of the road which she had pulled into when she'd seen me. It didn't take more then five minutes to reach my house considering how closed I lived to them.

"Thanks Diane."

"What happened to 'mom'?"

She teases. My smile drops a little, realizing I felt a little unsettled calling her that at the moment for some reason. I hope what happened between Alex and I doesn't affect my relationship with Nicholas and DD. They're honestly like second parents to me.

"I'll see you later."

I say with a bright smile before walking away. I hear the rubber tires of her car roll across the pavement of my drive way as she drives off, the sound getting fainter and fainter the further away she gets. I walk up to the glass door with a sigh, eventually ringing the door bell because I had left my key in the house. After a while, nobody answers and I ring it again. My moms car was parked in the drive way so she should be here.

Tired of waiting, I get the spare key from under the plant pot on the porch and unlock the door. It was dead silent when I walked in, everything looked untouched as I continued to observe it to see if anything was wrong. Where the hell is my mom? She should be here with Jada, my little sister. I slowly begin walk upstairs after grabbing a knife from the kitchen for protection.

Don't be a bitch Dylan. With that thought, I finally reach the top of the stairs. Noises could be heard from my little sisters room and I put my ear on up to the door in attempt to hear what was going on inside. The door abruptly opens and I scream, throwing the knife at who ever was in front of me.

"Dylan!"

I open my eyes at the sound of my name being shouted, looking in front of me to find the face of my now pissed mother standing next to the knife I'd just threw. She had one ear bud in her ear and one in her hand indicating she'd just took one out. Well that explains why she couldn't hear the door bell. I just almost had a heart attack for no reason. Jada comes and stands next to her while rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"You dumb ass, I just got her to take a nap!"

I briskly run away from my mothers loud voice before she got the chance to ground or even kill me. I'd normally laugh at what just happened but I wasn't in the mood to do that at the moment. My room still looked the way it did before I had left, aside from one of the pillows on my bed missing. Something that Jada was probably responsible for. I take a seat on my bed and turn on my phone, taking a minute to check any notifications.

Alex's picture pops up on the screen before I had the chance to unlock it. I decline the call only to find he had called me ten times before, leaving messages and voicemails when I didn't answer. What part of 'space' doesn't he understand? I play one of the voice mails and immediately regret doing it afterwards.

'Dylan I'm sorry,'

He starts.

'I just- I just need you back. You're my other half, how come you don't understand that. I don't care if we have to be friends, I don't care if you don't spend the night anymore. I won't even care if you said you hate me. Just please. . .talk to me.'

He sounded so broken. It took all my will power not to call back and apologize for leaving, telling him to come get me so we could go back to his house and watch a movie like always. But I couldn't. We both just needed space.

Hopefully.

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"Danny"

I shift away from the voice and continue to sleep, implying to the person here to leave me the fuck alone.

"It's time fore dinner."

I groan tiredly and sit up in my bed to keep from having to hear the voice tell me to get up again. Plus, who wouldn't wake up for food. I force my eyes open and find out that it was my little sister who had woken me out of my slumber. Frankly, I didn't understand why she called me Danny when that had nothing to do with my name. But hey, she's young so who cares.

"Tell them I'll be down later."

"You better get your ass down there before mom and dad get mad."

My eyes go wide at her choice of words as she looks completely unfazed at what she said, smiling sweetly at me.

"Who did you hear that word from?"

I ask seriously, gripping the sides of Jada's face making her burst into a small fit of giggles.

"What word?"

I didn't want to repeat it in front of her but how would she know which word I meant.

A/N(This happened to me last week😂)

"Ass."

"Mommy and daddy."

She answers with a somewhat proud smile, as though she'd done something worth earning an award for. My sister was only six and is cursing all because those bastards don't know how to keep their mouths shut. Sorry for calling them bastards but they do some fucked up shit sometimes. I sigh softly, bringing her into a short hug.

"Don't say that word again. You're too young, okay?"

"Okay."

She complies innocently, a small smile forming on my face at Jada's response. I release her before gripping her hand and walking us both down stairs to the dinner table once grabbing my phone. Mom and dad were there waiting for us, smiling at Jada once they saw her. We reach the six seating granite table and I sit down next to my sister.

"Nice to see you finally showed up."

My mom says with frown. I hold back an eye roll to prevent from receiving a lecture, and instead start putting food onto my plate. 'It only took me like five minutes and that's because I was fucking telling your daughter not to curse because she always hears you guys do it around her' is what I wanted to say, but refrained from doing so.

"Do you guys mind not cursing around Jada because she could she end up picking some of that up."

I suggest as politely as possible. My mom scoffs at my statement, crossing her arms with a smug expression.

"You should be saying that to your father."

"ME? You curse twice the amount that I do!"

He fires back, pointing a fork at her. I sigh, wondering why them shouting was necessary.

"Does every conversation have to turn into an argument?"

I ask what I was thinking and both their heads snap to me.

"Well maybe if your MOTHER here didn't always have to blame everything on me it wouldn't have too!"

"This is exactly why I want a divorce!"

My mom shouts before getting up from the table and walking off, my dad angrily following behind her.

"Why is mommy and daddy yelling at each other?"

Jada questions softly, scrunching her eyebrows up in confusion.

"They're just. . .stressed."

I reply hesitantly after finding the right words to say.

"How about you go in your room and watch strawberry shortcake on your tabl-"

Before I could form a full sentence she was out her seat and rushing up the stairs to her tablet. You could hear my parents screaming at each other from their room which was down stairs. I take a look around the table at empty seats, biting down on my quivering lip to keep the tears from slipping out. No, not today. My phone rings, bringing me out of my depressing thoughts. I look at the caller ID and simply decline the call. It was the one person that I didn't want to hear from.

Or maybe the one person I needed.

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