Imagine #5
Word Count: 1194
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My small bare feet pad against the floor as I follow behind my best friend, his heavy breathing signaling me that he was upset. His shoulders were slightly slumped as he walked at a fast pace to his kitchen.
"Dylan," I speak. "Dylan, please tell me what's going on?"
Instead he doesn't respond, he continues on with his life. He then grabs a beer bottle from the fridge and slams the door behind him, knocking a few magnets down along with it. Taking a sip from the glass bottle, his attention is down on his shoes, not even bothering to glance up at me.
"Dyl, talk to me!" I shout, finally having enough with his attitude.
He slams the bottle down, some of the drink spilling and onto the counter, pooling around the bottom of the bottle. His tongue swipes across his lip as takes a look at me before switching his eyes someplace else again.
"Nothing's wrong Y/N. Look, just leave me alone and go home to that son of bitch you call a boyfriend." He spits, pushing past me, but I instantly follow right behind him.
We both enter his room and he begins to slip off his shoes, sitting down on the bed. I watch his every move, my arms crossed over my chest as I bit my lip in concentration.
"Is this what your pouting about? Connor has absolutely done nothing to you, but you always seem to treat him like shit. Why? Tell me why Dylan!" I demand, stepping closer to him.
I bitter chuckle comes from him, "Why should I even explain myself when you go straight back to him? For gods sake Y/N, he abuses you and it's like you don't even care! I hate it whenever you come crawling to me after he hits-"
"Dyl-"
"Shut up because I'm not finished!" He barks, quick to stop me from speaking my mind. "How could you just let your own boyfriend who is suppose to love you treat you like some slave? Y/N, I don't want you together because you're not the same one for my childhood years. You've changed and that is only because of that dickhead."
My head shakes as I let out a bitter laugh, just like he did to me earlier. "I'm the same girl that you met back in elementary school. You are really overreacting and it's beginning to piss me off."
"No, I'm not! I know you Y/N, I know you more than Connor...admit it." His figure towers over me once he stands up from the bed.
My breath hitches as I take in the scent of his familiar cologne.
"I don't know wh-what you're talking a-about, Dylan." I stutter, placing my hands on my hips.
His hand travels up to my cheeks, his thumb rubbing small soothing circles around. Our eyes stare into one an other's, silence floating between us, but it was that type of comfortable silence for me.
"Talk to me, babygirl. I can sense that you're constantly stressed out over this relationship, when you shouldn't be." He whispers.
Suddenly my eyes begin to brim with tears and I let it all out, bring Dylan closer to me. I was glad that my own best friend wasn't blind in seeing my pain, I was just too afraid to share the fact that I couldn't stay with Connor anymore.
"It hurts," I start. "I thought we would be your typical classy high school sweethearts and we would get married after college is all done. But all he does beat me, and not just physically- I mean mentally too."
Dylan lifts my head from his chest, the tips of fingers holding my chin up. His thumb swipes the few tears that have fallen, and then he places both of his hands on my cheeks.
"I figured, that's why I stayed by your side every step of the way. I couldn't leave you, it killed me because..." He pauses, his eyes trailing down to the carpet.
"What? Because of what, Dylan?" I ask, desperate for him to finish.
"God, it killed me because I love you so much." He groans and my mouth opens then closes, too shocked to respond. His eyes search through mine, in need of a answer from me.
"As your best friend, right?" My eyebrows furrow together.
"Hell no Y/N," He sighs, pulling away from me. "I love more than just my best friend! I've loved you since that certain day back in our freshman year when came to my house after school, crying your beautiful eyes out because your dog had died. But Connor stop me from having a chance with you, I was too nervous and I didn't have the balls to ask you. Besides you didn't even like me that type of way then nor do you do now."
I shrug, "I would be lying if I didn't admit about having a crush on you sophomore year. I thought you didn't see me in that type of way either, so that's why I began to date Connor."
"Don't lie to me just to make me feel slightly less embarrassed. I probably shouldn't have even brought that up because you still have a jackass to go to." He says, sitting back down on the bed.
"Dylan, who knows for sure that somewhere deep in my heart that I don't still have feelings for you? There are times where I'm with Connor and I begin to wonder about what would've happened if I told you about my crush on you- you, my best friend." I kneel, stooping down to the same level as him.
Without thinking, I climb on his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. His hands place themselves on my hips, the small touch from him giving me goosebumps.
"If you still have feelings then why don't you show me?" He asks, his voice sounding groggy, yet sexy at the same time.
Not giving him a answer, I crash my lips onto his causing him to fall back on the mattress. His hands slide up my t-shirt, gripping my exposed skin, a moan slipping from me.
I wasn't the type to speak my emotions out loud 24/7, so all of it was explained through this kiss. The kiss that I've been wanting to do since sophomore year- with my best friend...my actual high school sweetheart.
"Wow," He says breathlessly once we pull apart, my hair being a curtain over us as I continue to hover above him. He sits up, his hands still holding on to my hips tight. "What about Connor?"
My shoulders slump, "I just poured my feelings out to you with a kiss and you're worried about the man who you despite a lot?"
"Oh, oh you're right." He says making both of us laugh.
I press my lips against his once more, not caring about Connor anymore. I only wanted my best friend at the moment, no one else.
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this sucked absolute ass juice
sorry it was sort of rushed on hahamuch love!

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