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Chapter 5.
Dylan
My lips feel numb and not in a good way. Not like before when they would be swollen from kissing Barbie. No, now they are swollen from the abuse Katie is putting them through. She bites at my bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth. I didn’t know it was possible, but I think I might have a hickey on my lip.
“Tell me what you are thinking about.” She goes for my neck, biting it like a damn vampire. I slip my hand between her fangs and my tender, vulnerable neck.
“I don’t know. I guess that we never really talk.”
She sits up. “What? Talk?” she says breathless at this new concept.
“Yeah, you know, talk. Like forming words with our mouth. Discussing feeling, thoughts… Current world topics. How about the Middle East? What are your thoughts on that?”
She rolls her eyes. “I know what talking is Dylan. I am not dumb,” she snaps.
“It’s just that we never really get to… talk. We are always with your friends and who can get a single word in with them. Or in your bedroom. I mean, there is more to being in a relationship than making out and listening to you and your friends talk.”
She huffs and then gets off me. “Fine, let’s talk. What do you want to talk about?” She crosses her legs, swinging one of them wildly.
“Hobbies! Do you have any hobbies?” I ask. It’s the first thing that comes to mind.
She rolls her eyes again. “You know my hobbies. I go to school. I am on the debate team, student government and swim team.” I knew all this about her. It was part of the reason why I was so attracted to her.
“Cool, anything else.” I don’t really care. I just need to give my throbbing lips a break.
“Yes, but you know that as well,” I give her a blank look. She sighs through her nose and continues, “I am taking SAT prep class again, I guess that qualifies as a hobby.” she sounds aggravated. Wow, does she do anything else besides study and school? What about just relaxing, watching a movie or something. Let her hair down. “Dylan, I don’t understand. Here I am, making out with you, but you are somewhere far away; not with me and now you want to talk about our hobbies!” Oh great, here comes the water works I have been trying to avoid. “Who are you thinking about when you go someplace else? I am not stupid, you are thinking about her, aren’t you?” she quizzes me.
I don’t answer and we stare at each other in an uncomfortable silence. I feel the truth roll around in my mouth; I play with it, rolling it back and forth with my tongue. I should just tell her and get the inevitable truth out of the way.
I am about to tell her when I am saved by my phone ringing in my pocket. I pull it out and answer. “D.D.D.DYL-AN!” Third yells into the phone to the Batman theme.
“Third, I have been trying to call you. Where are you?” I look over my shoulder at Katie who is eyeing me suspiciously. “How is… um… everything?” I ask, trying not to be too obvious; hoping when I say “everything” he gets that I mean Barbie. Too late, Katie scoots across the bed, sitting behind me she begins to play with the hair that curls at the base of my neck.
“Dylan. Dylan. My friend. My amigo. My BFF,” he slurs into the phone.
“Third!” I cut him off. He is avoiding the subject when I need him to tell me what’s going on with Barbie and he sounds like he is drunk. Either way, it is not good.
“I tried to do what you told me! I really did,” Third whispers very breathy into the phone. I need to strain to make sense of what he is saying. “You’re not going to kick my ass, are you?” he whimpers.
I spin my legs off the bed. “Third, where is she?” I say calmly into the receiver.
“I don’t know. I woke up and she was gone,” he cries. I push Katie’s hand off my neck and start to put on my shoes.
“Where are you going?” Katie asks.
“I am not going to kick your ass. Did she say anything to you before you fell asleep?” I
Chapter 5.
Dylan
My lips feel numb and not in a good way. Not like before when they would be swollen from kissing Barbie. No, now they are swollen from the abuse Katie is putting them through. She bites at my bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth. I didn’t know it was possible, but I think I might have a hickey on my lip.
“Tell me what you are thinking about.” She goes for my neck, biting it like a damn vampire. I slip my hand between her fangs and my tender, vulnerable neck.
“I don’t know. I guess that we never really talk.”
She sits up. “What? Talk?” she says breathless at this new concept.
“Yeah, you know, talk. Like forming words with our mouth. Discussing feeling, thoughts… Current world topics. How about the Middle East? What are your thoughts on that?”
She rolls her eyes. “I know what talking is Dylan. I am not dumb,” she snaps.
“It’s just that we never really get to… talk. We are always with your friends and who can get a single word in with them. Or in your bedroom. I mean, there is more to being in a relationship than making out and listening to you and your friends talk.”
She huffs and then gets off me. “Fine, let’s talk. What do you want to talk about?” She crosses her legs, swinging one of them wildly.
“Hobbies! Do you have any hobbies?” I ask. It’s the first thing that comes to mind.
She rolls her eyes again. “You know my hobbies. I go to school. I am on the debate team, student government and swim team.” I knew all this about her. It was part of the reason why I was so attracted to her.
“Cool, anything else.” I don’t really care. I just need to give my throbbing lips a break.
“Yes, but you know that as well,” I give her a blank look. She sighs through her nose and continues, “I am taking SAT prep class again, I guess that qualifies as a hobby.” she sounds aggravated. Wow, does she do anything else besides study and school? What about just relaxing, watching a movie or something. Let her hair down. “Dylan, I don’t understand. Here I am, making out with you, but you are somewhere far away; not with me and now you want to talk about our hobbies!” Oh great, here comes the water works I have been trying to avoid. “Who are you thinking about when you go someplace else? I am not stupid, you are thinking about her, aren’t you?” she quizzes me.
I don’t answer and we stare at each other in an uncomfortable silence. I feel the truth roll around in my mouth; I play with it, rolling it back and forth with my tongue. I should just tell her and get the inevitable truth out of the way.
I am about to tell her when I am saved by my phone ringing in my pocket. I pull it out and answer. “D.D.D.DYL-AN!” Third yells into the phone to the Batman theme.
“Third, I have been trying to call you. Where are you?” I look over my shoulder at Katie who is eyeing me suspiciously. “How is… um… everything?” I ask, trying not to be too obvious; hoping when I say “everything” he gets that I mean Barbie. Too late, Katie scoots across the bed, sitting behind me she begins to play with the hair that curls at the base of my neck.
“Dylan. Dylan. My friend. My amigo. My BFF,” he slurs into the phone.
“Third!” I cut him off. He is avoiding the subject when I need him to tell me what’s going on with Barbie and he sounds like he is drunk. Either way, it is not good.
“I tried to do what you told me! I really did,” Third whispers very breathy into the phone. I need to strain to make sense of what he is saying. “You’re not going to kick my ass, are you?” he whimpers.
I spin my legs off the bed. “Third, where is she?” I say calmly into the receiver.
“I don’t know. I woke up and she was gone,” he cries. I push Katie’s hand off my neck and start to put on my shoes.
“Where are you going?” Katie asks.
“I am not going to kick your ass. Did she say anything to you before you fell asleep?” I
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