Moonlight

Chapter 2: Secrets To The Grave

So A/N before the chapter so you can all see me say, I'm so sorry! I haven't updated since like March and I'm so sorry about it. In my defense I had a month full of testing, prom, my birthday, and friend drama. The stress is usually motivation for me to write but it's the time that I didn't have. And when I did have time I would be super lazy. Sleep is my best friend, no lie.

Now I'm not going to promise constant updates but it definitely won't be 3 months until I update again I can assure you that. I don't have much going on for the rest of the summer so updates should be decent.

With that note, I'll let you get to the chapter.

P.S. I got to touch Tim McGraw and Billy Currington a week ago and I'm still not functioning properly.

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It feels like things are normal. Almost normal.

I'm hurt, which seems to be a lot lately, but things are normal.

"I don't want to get out of bed." Dylan mumbles beside me, turning to nuzzle his face in my neck.

"You're so short." He pulls me closer.

"Thanks." I roll my eyes.

"But I like short girls." He chuckles, opening his eyes. I ignore his comment, gazing into his eyes, narrowing mine.

"Wow," I breathe out, trailing my finger from the tip of his brow to the bottom of his jaw.

"What?"

"I haven't seen your eyes change color in a very long time."

"They're always green in the morning." I scrunch my eyebrows together. "But your eyes only turn green when you're extremely happy."

"If I'm waking up with you pressed against me, trust me, I'm extremely happy." He teases.
I laugh. No one could beat this guy's corny pick up lines.

"You should bring me breakfast. I'm starving."
"You're always starving."
"I'm a growing boy."
I shake my head, burying myself deeper in the covers.

"Fine," Dylan mumbles, getting out of bed and reaching for his pants on the floor.
I smile as I watch him grumble his way to the door.

I've been so busy with life lately, I haven't been up-to-date with everyone else's.
The last day I went to school was... when I had met Ashton. The day I made Dylan admit he had been lying to me; that we were in fact a couple and that I wasn't crazy. The day I found out Holland was pregnant.
Oh my god, Holland! Holland was pregnant!

I jump out of bed, tossing my phone aside and run towards the kitchen.

"Dylan!" I yell, once I halt myself in the doorway.
The noise knocks him off guard, causing him to hit his head inside of the fridge.
He groans, pulling his head out, rubbing it. "Yes?" He gives me an annoyed look.

"Holland." I pant, trying to catch my breath from basically flying down the stairs.

Dylan raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to finish.

"Holland was-" "Morning kids."
You have got to be kidding me.

Quick, tell me, Dylan looks at me then back at his mom.

Holland was- "Oh Dyl you're making breakfast? Wonderful so I don't have to!" Emma pinches his cheeks.

"Mom," Dylan groans, pulling away from her hands.

"Mom, Carter and I really need to talk."

"Oh, alright." She nods, walking over to the cupboard and pulling out a box of cereal.