Why Are You Always On My Mind Dyllan?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I just want to move on and be happy.

Submitted: November 30, 2015

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Nich and I walk down the hallway during sixth hour. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He's so cute... His black leather jacket, black leather combat boots, black tuxedo shirt and navy blue necktie, and his holy jeans. His haircut... one side with blonde hair to his shoulders and the other side completely shaved off, his blonde goatee... So attractive. We get to his locker and I lean against it.

"You're in my way." he says with a smile.


"Oops, my bad." I reply, scooting a few inches to the left.

He looks around, behind me and behind him, then he slowly leans in. He kisses me, his tongue everywhere all at once. The first kiss I've had all month... so where's the excitement? Where's the tingle of lips? I like him... don't I? Of course I do... I love him, my Dyllan... his lips against mine just like old times...

"Sorry... I give big kisses." Nich says with a chuckle.

I look at him, confused... and as he starts to lean in again I turn and walk away, leaving him staring at my back fading away around the corner.

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I look at Clayton standing on the other side of the hall. I feel my feet starting forward and know exactly what I'm about to do. Ruin everything and try to move on from my Dyllan.

"Hey, I gotta talk to you." I say, wrapping my pinkie around his.

I start walking towards the empty hallway and he follows. I look at him with a small, sad smile. I grab the botton of his jacket and pull his body closer to mine. I stand on my tippie-toes and feel his lips hit mine. I slowly go back down to the flats of my feet... I feel the tingle and the excitement, but when I look up I expect Dyllan's face to be there.

"Dyllan..." I sigh, still looking at the ground.

"Wait, what the hell did you just fucking call me?!" he yells, grabbing my wrist.

A look of terror flashes across my face as I turn to walk away.


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