Page 42 of Wreckage of Me
“Uh, yeah,” I mumble. “We are very close.”
I move around until I’m back at my sandwich making station where I start messing around with the slices of lunch meat and cheese. I’m not a fan of mayo, so I use mustard, and I slap a leaf of lettuce on too before completing my sandwich. That should be healthy enough, or at least not as cringeworthy as my brother was making it all sound a minute ago.
“You want one?” I glance at Dylan when I ask, then bring my eyes back to the task at hand, almost scared to look at him. I feel very nervous to be around him all of a sudden, which is ironic considering all the dirty things we did in my car.
“I’ll take one.” His response surprises me because he seems to be very into his health, if the six pack he likes to show off is anything to go by. I thought his eating habits would line up more with my brother’s.
“Okay,” is all I say before getting to work on his sandwich. Once it’s done, I grab a paper plate for each of us, place the sandwiches on them, along with some potato chips, and get us some napkins. “Have a seat,” I point to the kitchen table that’s a bit to the side.
I always thought the house me and Colton inherited from our parents was a decent size, but having Dylan here makes it look so small, like he’s using all the oxygen available, and I am left gasping for air.
We spend the next few minutes eating in silence, with me taking small bites and munching on my chips, and him basically inhaling the sandwich I made him, finishing it all in three large bites.
“We should probably talk,” I mumble around a small bite of food.
“We should,” he agrees, then starts gulping on the bottle of water he grabbed from the refrigerator while I was bringing the plates to the table.
I don’t know what else to say. I guess I should wait for him to tell me why he’s here. At the same time, I don’t really want to know, just in case it’s something that will not make me happy.
I’m startled when the noise from him bringing his chair closer to me makes a squeaky noise on the floor. All of a sudden, we are sitting close enough that I could just jump onto his lap. Again.
“Maybe we could… Uh…”
“We could,” he whispers right before he slams his lips over mine.
We can talk later.
Much later.
15
Dylan
“Wait,”she mumbles into my mouth just as I am about to devour her whole on her kitchen table. “Stop!”
My entire body freezes. The old me would not have give a fuck about her telling me to stop. I have feelings for Becca though, I realize once again, and I can’t stand the thought of doing anything that may hurt her.
That’s kinda ironic, I’d say, since only six months ago I stomped on her heart on purpose, right?
“We need to talk before…” She moves her hands in front of her in a spastic motion, like she’s directing me to say something, do something. I don’t know. Something.
“Before what?” I shake my head at her, eyebrows up to my hairline.
“Before we… You know,” she puffs out some air, like this is the hardest thing she’s done in a while.
“Before we fuck?” I try not to laugh at her, but when she blushes up a storm, the sound bursts out of my chest.
I don’t understand why women have such a hard time saying the word when they’re talking about actual fucking. They don’t have any trouble saying it otherwise.
“Dylan,” she now hisses at me. “Stop with that. My brother!” She points an annoyed finger up toward the ceiling.
“I think he’s all aware how fucking works, Becca. I got that feeling,” I laugh again.
Colton Garner may be considered a kid because of his age, but he’s definitely in the know when it comes to girls and how they can assist him with any dick problems.
“I still don’t feel comfortable with him hearing about any kind of stuff like that when it involves me,” she retorts, sounding truly concerned about it. “And speaking of that”, she stomps her foot at me. She looks fuckin’ adorable, not sure why, but she does. It’s probably the weird ass hairdo she’s got going on. Because I don’t understand what’s happening there. “I can’t believe you told my brother I ripped my pants when I fell into a split.”
And here I thought she’d thank me for my quick thinking.
