Daydreams

Chapter 5

Dylan entered my room with five cinnamon rolls.

“Okay you’re trying to make me fat.” I laughed.

He smiled widely at me.

“The others are mine.” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes.

I pressed play on my TV that played season one of Teen Wolf.

“God.” Dylan shook his head in disgrace.

“You insult sexy guys like them when you look like that?” I snorted.

“Hey! These are the best damn abs you’ve ever seen!” He lifted up his shirt.

I tried not stare or drool.

So I did what I do best, insult him.

“More like the whitest abs I’ve ever seen.” I giggled.

He chuckled and let his shirt drop back on his abs. God he has no idea what he does to me.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my phone going off.

I once again paused the DVD and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi!”

I held the phone away from my ear with all the squealing.

“Chloe?” I winced.

“Duh! What are you doing?!” She squealed.

Let me introduce to you Chloe Evans. My older sister.

I loved my sister, I really did. But when she was here I was like a shadow in her Broadway show.

“Um… laying around with Dylan.” I shrugged.

“Ah. Still haven’t told him eh?” She sighed. I could practically see her shaking her head.

“No.” I whispered.

“Ah patients is a virtue little sister.” She laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

“What did you call for?”

“Oh right! Well winter break is coming up in two weeks so just let mom know I’ll be home in a week!” She squealed.

“A week?” I said, shocked.

“Yep! Gotta go sissy! Love you!” The line went dead.

“Great.” I sighed, tossing my phone in front of me.

“Chloe?” Dylan looked over, stuffing his face.

I nodded and sufficed a smile.

“She’ll be home in a week. So that means I have a week of being noticeable.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re noticeable! You just let her overpower you.”

“She’s five foot nine. I’m five foot three. She’s blonde I’m brunette. She’s practically a Victoria’s Secret Model and I’m a pudgy mess.” I frowned.

“More body of that girl actually.” Dylan gestured to the TV.

He pointed to Holland Roden.

I snorted.

“Please. She’s got her curves and fat under control while I’m like-” I bunched up the fat on my stomach.

If you were really rude, you can say I looked like I was slightly pregnant.