Chapter Seven- Legends With Tea

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Chapter Seven- Legends With Tea

June 7th: Waning Gibbous

    I had tried shaking Dylan, splashing him with cold water, and screaming his name but nothing was waking him up. Inside I was on the brink of insanity while on the outside I tried keeping my cool to come up with some kind of plan to move him over to Simone's house. If he wasn't waking up then I would have to carry him someway and I wasn't looking foward to it seeing as he was naked and likely weighed a lot more than I'd ever tried to lift.

    It was growing increasingly hard not to runaway, screaming at the fact that this was way too much like my experience. What was happening and why were the boys involved now?

    As a last ditch resort to get Dylan to wake up, I kicked him in the stomach which recieved a lovely swipe at my legs as he woke up gasping. The way he sat board straight up on the ground was frightening with his eyes glassed over the way they were. It was almost as if he wasn't even seeing what was right in front of him.

    "Dylan?" I asked, moving in front of him to see if I could gain a response. His blank stare just looked up at me like I was a ghost.

    "Hey, why don't we walk to Simone's house and get you some clothes. Can you walk Dylan?" He nodded his head slowly and looked away from me.

    Although he was making quite an effort to get up from the ground on his own, I could tell that there was no way he was actually going to make it back to the house without my help. Feeling totally awkward, I wrapped my left arm around his torso and helped to pull him up. I let him lean his weight into my side so he could walk easier and we were off to the house.

    On any normal occasion I might have been freaking out at the fact that I was walking with a boy that was completely naked. I mean what hormonal, teenage, girl wouldn't be, especially if the boy in question was as ripped as Dylan. Yet, I was too freaked out by what I was seeing to even notice a sliver of his exposed body. Questions as to why he was in the state were racing through my mind as I tried to come up with a rational thought. I had none.

    Finally, with much difficulty, we made it to Simone's house and I led him to my bedroom. He practically collapsed onto my bed when we got in there, his eyes shutting closed to show that he'd immediately fallen asleep. Once again the awkwardness was setting in as I looked over his naked body sleeping on my bed. He didn't even care that he was exposing himself so much in my presence. Then again, he hadn't seemed capable to talk at the time.

    Turning away quickly, I went in search of some kind of clothing I could give him. All that I could find in the house though were girl clothes that would be way too small for his muscular body. With an agravated sigh, I lashed out at the wall and felt the pain shoot up my leg.

    "My dad probably has some clothes in the linen closet," spoke Dylan from behind me. I was so startled that I jumped, colliding into the wall and hitting my funny bone.

    When I turned around to face him I was glad to see that he'd covered himself with my blanket. "Um, which one is the linen closet?"

    Dylan directed me to a small closet that blended in so well with the wall that there was no wonder why I hadn't seen it in the first place. Upon opening it, I saw that Dylan had been right about the clothes and I didn't hesitate to pull a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out for him. I wasn't even going to think about underwear, Dylan could figure that part out himself.

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