The boyfriend my friends paid for - REVISED

Chapter 20 - An Invitation

Chapter 20 – An Invitation

-Brooklyn-

-1 hour earlier-

When I stepped out of my front door the wind hit my face and made my hair fly backwards. It was the beginning of June and so it was really warm outside but that didn’t mean that the wind went away. Dylan stood a few steps in front of me with his mouth wide open like a cod fish I giggled a little and then walked towards him. I was now regretting wearing my Daisy Dukes but the biggest mistake was the crop top, I'll admit that I had done it for a little attention but I wasn’t sure I liked that much attention. My hair was already annoying me and I was really wishing I could go back inside, get changed and start again but I couldn’t leave Dylan out here on his own and there was no way that he was coming in because I would never live down the jokes that my mum and Dallas came up with. I walked slowly towards him and realised that my only sensible wardrobe choice were my beige pumps that thankfully weren’t high heels.

Dylan still had his mouth open but now his arms were outstretched towards me so I could walk into them. “Dylan are you trying to look like a cod fish deliberately?” I asked as I walked into his arms and they closed behind me. Dylan’s mouth shut as soon as I mentioned it but his arms were still clasped firmly around my back and I had just begun to notice them slipping down towards my waist and lower. “Friends Dylan,” I jumped out of his arms, brushed myself down and noticed that he looked extremely confused. “We’re just friends, nothing more nothing less, now shall we go?” I motioned towards the end of the driveway and began to walk past him. I noticed a silence behind me and as I turned around I caught Dylan standing in the same spot facing me with his head tilted sideways and his eyes firmly planted on my daisy dukes. “Dylan!” I shouted, he snapped out of trance like state and did a sort of half run towards me.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Dylan kept apologizing to me and I giggled a little because it made me laugh how he was trying to be so cool about it all. “But your ass looks amazing in those.”

“And there’s me thinking you were a better friend than all those other guys.” I joked but Dylan looked scared and so I had to reassure him that it was only a joke.

We walked along the road for a while talking about pointless conversation makers until he asked me a question I wasn’t expecting and had no idea how to answer. “Do you want to come to prom with me?” Dylan blurted it out and then turned around to face away from me as if he was ashamed of what he’d just said.

“What? Dylan are you thinking straight? Just a few hours ago you told me that you weren’t even considering going and now you asking me if I want to go with you. I don’t know if I can say yes, what if you do the same to me as you did to Hanna, you said you were going with her and then backed out and left her with no date how do I know you’re not going to do that to me too?” we were still walking and we now on the beach and although I didn’t mean it to sound that way what I'd just said sounded a little harsh.

“I broke it off with Hanna because of YOU not because of my views on prom, even if I do think it’s a totally stupid thing. But I'll go if you’ll come with me, as my date.” Dylan looked at me with hope in his eyes and a smile on his face, I couldn’t have turned him down even if I'd wanted to.

“Ok” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“Really?” Dylan sounded shocked but he still had a smile on his face.

“Yes Dylan, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it would I?” I stopped and smiled at him for a second while he processed what I'd said but before I knew it he’d picked me up by my waist and was swinging me around in the air. I couldn’t help but giggle and Dylan was doing that unbelievably sexy laugh he did and everything was perfect until while turning around on the spot Dylan lost his footing. We both fell in a pile onto the golden sand and because I landed on top of him Dylan let out a mighty groan.

I quickly jumped up and looked down at him, I wasn’t yet sure if he was hurt and I was a bit worried, but when I noticed him giggling I fell down next to him and laughed. “Only we could do something this stupid I chuckled, but Dylan wasn’t laughing anymore, he had an intense look on his face and was studying my eyes. I stopped laughing because I thought he might have hurt himself after all, but he hadn’t. He lent in towards me, tilled his face to the left, closed his eyes and kissed me.

“Wow,” I gasped when he finally released me from his hypnotic gaze. “What was that for?” I was still in a state of shook and was amazed at how I'd managed to string a sentence together.

“I don’t know,” He replied. “Just felt like it.”

We sat in silence for another few seconds until Dylan began to lean in towards me again but before he got to my lips I put my hand up in front of my face and he opened his eyes with shook. “Wait Dylan, why now?”

He leaned back out and still looking confused he asked. “What do you mean?”

“Well are you interested in me because of what I'm wearing today? Because this isn’t what I normally wear, it’s just a hot day and I hadn’t worn this in a while.” I began to doubt everything Dylan had said to me in the past thirty minutes, was he just saying it because I looked like a slut?

“What? No, are you nuts? Brook I've felt like this for a while and now we’re going to prom together and we’ve both gotten over what Samson did to us I don’t see why we can’t get together now?” He leaned in again and this time I didn’t feel like stopping him, I'd finally found someone who was perfect for me, he wasn’t going out with me for money or to get back at my brother, he was doing it because he wanted to.

“So are we going for this walk then or what?” I asked with a grin on my face as I stood up, Dylan looked up at me with a similar grin on his face before deciding to get up too. Once he was up and had brushed the sand off himself Dylan held out his hand at a 45 degree angle for me to hold, I grasped it without a second thought, but as I did I couldn’t help but remember how I'd done exactly the same thing with Samson less than a month ago. Dylan played with my fingers while we walked down the beach talking about prom and my dress and how we were going to get there and for the first time in a while I felt one hundred percent happy with my life.