Spark (ON HOLD AND EDITING)

Adapting

Chapter 6

Adapting

It's been a week since Aiden arrived, and everyone seemed to love him. Everyone except Dylan, and Meghan is slowly warming up to him. Dylan has been acting weird all week and I can't figure out what it is. The only thing I can think of would be Aiden, but I can't be sure.....

Speaking of Aiden, he's been steering clear of me all week. Maybe it's because he's nervous about me training him? I resolved to figure it out tomorrow. 

It's only six thirty in the morning, and Susie's all packed up and ready to go. We should be gone until nightfall so we will have to stop for gas along the way. Other than that all I need to do is wake up Dylan and we can be on our way.

I walk up the stairs to Dylan's room and find him sprawled out on his bed on his stomach. A little drool is coming out of his mouth. He's got a little stubble on his chin and is snoring like a bear. I can't help but smile. He's so cute when he's not actually trying. He's always got a scowl or a smirk on his face and I hate it. Unconsciously my hand reaches out and caresses his cheek, the stubble rough under my fingers. The edges of his mouth turn upwards in a small smile.

Then the moment is over. I snap myself out of it, and I shake his shoulder and whisper "C'mon Dylan it's time to go. Dylan you have to get up." He just rolls over and mutters something about it being too early to be alive? Sighing, I try to shake his shoulder again but he still won't get up. He's like a hibernating bear I swear! Then I get an idea. 

I go to the bathroom and fill a cup with water then go back to his room. I'm giggling when I dump the whole thing on his head. He shoots up like a rocket and looks around wildly. When his eyes land on me they turn icy. Maybe I should've used warm water instead of freezing? Well too late now! I yelp and run out of the room, trying to be as quiet as I can so I don't wake up the whole house. I could hear him chasing me but he wasn't being as quiet. 

Now, at six in the morning my mind is still tired, so you can understand when I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen instead of out the front door. I stopped, confused for a second, before realizing my mistake. Quickly I turned and hoped for half a second that I had lost him. Then I ran into a brick wall, that wall being Dylan's chest. I tried to escape but he wrapped his arms around me and whispered "Gotcha Sweetheart"

    My heart was thudding and I could feel that his was too. What is happening to me?  He still had his arms around me and his eyes were still blurry with sleep. His arms tightened around me and he muttered something like"And I'm not letting you go."

My breath caught in my throat, and that must have got some sense into him because he lifted me up and ran to the bathroom. He dumped me into the bathtub, and before I could scramble out he turned the shower on full blast. Now there's the Dylan I know!

"Dylan! You are so dead!" He bolted. I dried myself off in my special way then was out the door just as fast. I followed him out the door and went to the van. Hmmm should I make him suffer? Or just get it over with...?

Suffering it is! 

He looked at me wearily when I got in the driver's seat and smiled at him. This is gonna be fun!

"Where to first?" My voice cheery

"Oh hell no! Not only is it way too early to be that happy, you're always the one to choose. I'm so so so dead." He looks out the window dramatically.

    "Ahem, uh, Dylan shouldn't you get actual pants on before we leave? I mean checkered sleep pants are cool and all but..." Crimson makes its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. He stumbles for words then gets out of Susie and runs into the house. I'm still laughing when he comes back.