Code Red

Chapter 13: It's A Code Red Situation

Chapter 13: It’s  A Code Red Situation

Previously in Code Red:

“DYLAN! ARE YOU STUPID?!” I screamed, looking at Missy dashing around the mud filled lawn. Her usual white hair was now a dirty brown and I’m pretty sure my face turned a nice cherry red.

“I’m sorry! She was barking at the door and I thought she had to go!” He explained, waving his hands in the air frantically.

“We need to get her!” I exclaimed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the back yard. “Missy!” I called. “Missy! Come here!”

“Missy!” He yelled, following me down the steps. The grass was soaked against my feet and I sunk in with every step.

“Ew, ew ,ew!” I hopped from foot trying to ignore the disgusting feeling

“Grow up,” Dylan teased. I rolled my eyes and started to chase Missy throughout the yard, Dylan on my tail.

 “Stop running!” I yelled. Of course she didn’t listen; she just continued to run across the yard. “Dylan, we’ll corner her! You go run that way!” We both ran after her in different directions, me coming up from the left, him coming up from the right. She stopped running for a second to lay down and Dylan and I charged towards her. Just as I was about to reach her, she dashed through Dylan and I causing the both of us to crash into each other. We both fell right in a huge mud pile.

But I didn’t notice the mud that was probably covering my hair and back right now. I didn’t notice that Missy was prancing around Dylan and I. But what I did certainly notice was the fireworks shooting up around me. Not from just the closeness of Dylan and I. No, definitely not that. But the fireworks were there, and you want to know why?

Well, let me enlighten you. Right now, as I lay covered in mud, the only thing I could focus on was that Dylan’s lips were pressed against my own.

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Dylan immediately pulled away when he realized where his lips were. He looked down into my widened eyes, and I saw an emotion swirling in his gorgeous blue eyes. Oh my god, we just fucken kissed.

“U-um,” He stammered, unsure of what to do. “Fuck,” He whispered, standing up. He stretched out his hand for me to take, and when I placed my hand in his, he pulled me up. I had no idea what to say, I mean what do you say to the person you just kissed, who was your ex-best friend, and he all had to say was fuck? Did he not even enjoy it? Did he not feel the explosion that I certainly felt? I’ve kissed numerous boys since Dylan, but I’ve never felt that way before. Even if it was an accidental kiss, it still meant something huge to me and was probably one of the best kisses I ever took part in. Did he not feel the same?

Instead of showing him the hurt on my face, I picked up Missy who was now just laying down, and cleared my throat awkwardly. “Um, I’m going to go back inside,” My voice cracked and I swallowed the burn in my throat. His eyes flashed up to meet mine and I could definitely place the emotion now. He was hurt, in pain… he looked broken. And I had no idea why. I wish there was something for me to do, I hated seeing him this way.

“I can’t, I can’t,” He muttered, running his hands through his hair.

“What do you mean?” I tilted my head to the side and looked at him pacing away in my yard. Missy hopped out of my arms and ran inside where I heard a screaming Mary. Oh, so now she goes back inside!

“I need to… Ugh,” He seemed at a loss of words and before I knew it, he walked over to me, placing his lips on mine once again. I was shocked and frozen in place. After a second of feeling the heat on my lips, I responded immediately, our lips moving in sync. His hands were cradling my face and my hands found their way around his neck, my fingers tangling themselves in his hair. I had no idea why he was kissing me again, but I wasn’t going to be the first stop.