Chapter Twenty Eight~Real Love

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Alexander's POV

I wake up to find Dylan's body pressed flushed against mine, his cheek rested on my chest as his arm hung loosely across me. It was a bright and early Tuesday morning, which meant we also had school today. I lazily feel for my phone on the night stand beside me, sighing gratefully after my hand finally managed to land on it without me being required to look. Six thirty-four. I guess my body's prone to waking up around this time, whether my mom comes in and tells me to get up or not.

As if there was a possibility she could read my thoughts, my mother opens the door of my bedroom and stands there at the entrance. I could see her expression sadden and turn to guilt at the sight of Dylan, who just so happen to start snoring. His nose was clogged up since he'd been crying most of the night, due to the incident that occurred only yesterday. Yes, this was partially my mothers fault because she was the person who invited his parents over, but I didn't want her to beat herself up about it.

I'm going to talk to her later.

"You think he'll be okay?"

She questions sheepishly. I look down at the precious angle sound asleep in my arms and smile fondly, lifting my hand to run a thumb over his jaw. He unintentionally nestles closer to me, partially silencing his heavy breathing and resting a hand on my chest. I continuously question myself day after day how it's possible for me to love this human being so much in a time span of a little over a month. But I guess I always have loved him 'like that', it just took me a while to finally realize it.

"Hopefully"

I don't even turn to glance at my mother when I answer, the only thing mattering in my mind being his happiness.

"You really care for him, don't you?"

She asks me after a few seconds of a peaceful quietness. The bright sun light seeping through my curtains was starting to hurt my pupils so I close my eyes and rest my head on the top of Dylan's.

"Yes mom, I do. Very much."

I state proudly. There were another few moments of complete silence before my mother responds.

"I'm happy for you honey and I'm proud that you're strong enough to admit that."

That one sentence that left her mouth seemed to uplift my dampened spirits, even if only a little bit. I was happy to have a family that supported me and the decisions that I make. If only it was the same way for Dylan's parents. But for now, the people in this household are his family and we'll give him the love and acceptance that HIS parents arrogantly refuses to give.

"Thanks mom."

I could hear her about to shut the door but quickly call out to her. She responds with a quiet hum of acknowledgement.

"Do you mind if we stay home today?"

I ask unsurely, turning around to face her. She surprisingly approves my request and leaves after telling me that she'd call us in sick. Not sure if that's okay, since Dylan's not her child, but I guess that lady has her ways. I shuffle my body and turn to set my phone back on the night stand, resulting in the boy currently clinging on me to mumble.

"Stop moving around so much."

His raspy morning voice ghosted over my chest and I take notice that it was more groggy today, since that's normally what happens when you cry your eyes out for hours. I don't think I'll be able to get the wrenched sobs out my head that left the lips that I happily kiss every morning. It was something that tugged heavily at my heart and it's something I never want Dylan nor I to experience ever again. I think I officially despise his parents.

Then Ms.Loraines name suddenly interrupts my thoughts, causing me to physically cringe. She's a fucking weirdo. Having the nerve to prey on your students like there's not a possibility that you'd get fired. I glance down at Dylan, who just so happen to fall back asleep, and find myself wondering if he'd ever do something like ever again. No, of course he wouldn't do that. I internally scold myself for even letting that thought cross my mind.

After we did 'the deed' I just chose not to talk about the woman after that, knowing I'd probably lose my temper again if I did. Instead of me lashing out at him, my anger turned into some sort of sexual type of frustration. I don't know why, nor how. Part of me wishes I had waited a little while, to make our first time somewhat special like in those little clichรฉ movies and books. But I guess life isn't that perfect fairytale that most kids sadly gets deceived to believe.

It's most certainly far from it.

~*~

"Alex wake up! It's ten o'clock!"

My eyes flutter open at the feeling of Dylan harshly shaking me in venture to wake me up. I yawn loudly and out stretch my arms, attempting to relieve any tension in my shoulder. He looks back at me with tired and aggravated eyes as I rest my hands behind my head, refusing to get up like he had told me to.

"Don't worry, mom said we can stay home."

I inform my worry wart of a boyfriend. Normally it'd be the other way around. He sighs thankfully and envelops himself into my covers once again, the news coming as a pleasant surprise to him. I twist around so that I was eye to eye with Dylan before speaking.

"How are you doing?"

"Better, thanks to you."

He voices out quietly, pulling the blanket up till it reached just above his nose so only his hazel eyes were showing. I grin blissfully at his response and instantly pull the covers off of my body, standing up with nothing but my boxers on. It was unusually cold in my room today, meaning my floor was cold, meaning my feet froze when they came in contact with it. I quickly retract my feet and hop back onto the bed.

"That's what you get."

Dylan teases and giggles at my pain. I hastily turn toward him, glaring halfheartedly as he hid his whole face inside the covers. In reality, I was thrilled to hear his laugh again. It made me feel. . .content for some reason.

"You're rude, now I'm not taking us out for ice cream."

"It's the beginning of April. Who's about to go for ice cream? Not me. Besides, I just wanna stay home."

I cross my arms, slightly offendedly by the fact that he felt it was 'too cold' to get ice cream. What kind of statement is that? When is it ever to cold to eat ice cream? Anyway, truth be told, this was actually me trying to have a second go at our first date. Since last time obviously didn't work out due to two idiots named Anthony and Joseph. I strongly dislike those two sometimes.

Dylan isn't exactly a "quote on quote" fancy type person. Even when he dated girls, which was very rare since long lasting and committed relationships wasn't his cup of tea. As much as I hate to admit it, he used to be known for one of those fuck and duck type of dudes. Until we started dating of course. Anyway, the point is that I feel that I should just take us somewhere simple.

"What are you thinking about?"

I jump slightly when Dylan speaks out of no where, afraid as though there was a way that he could know exactly what I was thinking about. He stares me down suspiciously and narrows his eyes, attempting to see if he could guess what was previously going through my mind.

"Nothing. Now get up because we're going out. I refuse to let you sit here all day and mourn."

His expression morphs into one of dissatisfaction and he groans, smashing a pillow repeatedly against his face. I roll my eyes at his exaggerated response and choose to ignore it. Instead, I brace myself before settling my feet onto the door and rushing across it, making it into my bathroom in record time. Dylan could be heard laughing from the warm, non freezing bed.

"Why you laughing, you're gonna have to go through this too."

I remind, smirking at him through from bathroom door. Thankfully the floor in here wasn't that cold.

"Unlike you, Mr.Alexander, I didn't forget that you have socks in here."

He retorts, effortlessly leaning over to the nightstand beside my bed and opening its top drawer. A pair of socks were now clutched in his hand when he retreated, smirking smugly at me. Dylan chuckles and slips on my wool neon green socks when he sees me glaring his way, immediately sliding to the bathroom and wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."

He rests his chin on my shoulder as we look at each other through the mirror. I grin at his successful attempt to be all cute and pure.

"Since when have you become an adorable, smol, cutie pie? Hmm?"

I tease.

"Shut up."

He mumbles and hides his face behind my back, failing to mask his flustered state. Mhm.

Cute.

~*~

"Where exactly are we going? I just want to go back inside and sleep."

A/N (Big phat mood lol.)

Dylan questions, whining as we both got inside my car. I had made him put on some overly decent clothing, same goes with me, since we weren't about to do just any ole thing. I put on my seat belt and stick in the key, listening as the ignition roared to life. Dylan refuses to put on his seat belt which prevents me from driving off.

"Put your seatbelt on."

"Answer my question, Alex."

For fuck sake. When will it not be a hassle to do something nice for this boy.

"It's a surprise."

He sighs and reluctantly reaches back to pull the seat belt over him. It actually was a surprise, sort of. I had decided to take us to our favorite bakery that we've went to ever since we were little kids running around in our underwear for completely no reason. Yeah, we were pretty. . .interesting children. Coco's, the name of the bakery, is partially a bakery and partially a 'restaurant'. A restaurant for sweets.

But the thing is, I called my good friend Janet to close off the secluded section of the bakery in the back that's reserved for little get togethers and small parties. I had told her about Dylan and I a few days ago and she was excited. Janet was twenty seven, had unnaturally flawless brown skin, and light brown eyes that she told us she inherited from her father. I met her last year when she started working at the bakery and we immediately became friends.

Whenever I need advice, Janet is one of the main people I go to. Despite her young age, she surprisingly has an extremely wise mind. I also asked her set the area up to where it had a somewhat 'romantic' feel. Of course, Janet didn't mind and kindly accepted my request. Another thing I loved about her. How generous she was with her time. It was hard to talk to her on the phone to set this up with Dylan constantly walking up to me and asking who I was talking to, being the nosey person he is.

"Will it take long?"

"No babe, we're actually almost there so stop complaining."

He sinks down into his seat with crossed arms. Finally, some peace and-.

"Are we going to Coco's bakery?!"

Dylan gasps excitedly as though he was a child. 'I guess he remembers the way there by heart' I thought to myself while nodding my head to confirm him assumption. He latched his hands onto my arm and shook it eagerly.

"I haven't been there in like a whole month!"

"Okay okay, calm down."

I chuckle, shaking his hands off my arm so I could continue driving without any interruptions. We arrive at our destination a few minutes later, the big bold letters 'COCO'S BAKERY' hanging right at the top-front of the building. I open the door and get out after telling Dylan to stay put. He looks at me, confused, when I shut my door and walk to the passengers side where he was sitting. I grasps the handle and open his door, smiling as I wait for him to get out.

"You did not just do that."

He laughs with a wide grin, never the less stepping out the car.

"Oh shut up, you know you liked it."

I smirk, nudging him in the arm as the tip of his ears along with his cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. And not just because it was a little chilly outside. We walk into the building together and it wasn't that crowded, considering everyone was either at work or at school. There were only a few people there. Not that it mattered since nobody would be able to see Dylan or I anyway. Janet was at the register and she quickly waves when she spots us walking toward her.

"Hey love birds."

Dylan turns to me with a frown at what Janet greets us with, still not aware that I had told her. I subtly widen my eyes at her and she mouthes a quick 'sorry' before beckoning us to follow her.

"Where are we going?"

He whispers in my ear after realizing she wasn't seating us in any of the booths. We reach the room and Janet slowly opens the two white silk curtains. I hear Dylan suck in a breath beside me as we come face to face with the hands down most fairytale type shit I've ever seen in real life. Janet did such an amazing job.

There was a decent size circular table with a white table cloth, a candle and two antique looking plates on it. There were rose peddles leading up to the table, starting from where we were standing. It was also a gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling right in the center of the room, where the table was located. The best part is the walls were actually translucent glass so we could get a view of the outside. I take out my wallet and hand Janet a fifty dollar bill for her services that she happily accepts.

"You're the best."

"I know. Make yourselves at home, I'll be back with the menus."

She says before leaving back out, closing the entry once again. I glance over at Dylan who was still looking silently around the room, listening to the soft gentle music currently playing.

"Well, do you like it?

I question him nervously. He quickly turns his head toward me once I spoke, waiting patiently for his response. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders when Dylan pulled me into a tight hug, whispering that he loved it. I grin happily and wrap my arms around him in return, enjoying the peaceful moment. But of course, all good moments have to come to an end.

"Alright I'm back-oh. I told you guys to get settled in, not have sex at my job."

"We were only hugging J, stop over exaggerating."

I say, rolling my eyes since Janet made Dylan immediately pull away because she had walked in. Great.

"Ready babe?"

"Yeah"

He nods his head and I intertwine his fingers with mine, only for Janet to squeal quietly behind us. I smirk as his cheeks enflame because of her outburst. Guess this is what you call,

Real love.

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