Chapter Twenty Seven- Goodnight, Love

83 5 157

A/N: this chapter hasn't been proofread yet, so please help me out with my errors. Thank you!!

Oh and you should definitely prepare your heart for this-

Oh and you should definitely prepare your heart for this-

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"When will you be bringing her back home? What would you do if it starts raining?" I roll my eyes as my brother asks endless questions, directed at Dylan, who's taking me on a late night drive

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"When will you be bringing her back home? What would you do if it starts raining?" I roll my eyes as my brother asks endless questions, directed at Dylan, who's taking me on a late night drive. 

I don't hear Dylan's reply. Instead, I look at my dad, who's very amused by Dylan's awful redness from embarrassment and Sam's never ending questions about my safety. Dad catches me glaring at him and he shrugs, then looks back at the boys and tells Sam to stop being so overprotective over me. 

"I'm not being overprotective," Sam protests, "I'm just looking out for her cause she's my only little sister."

"Awe Sammy," I coo. That's the nicest thing he's ever uttered in his twenty years of life. 

"On second thought," Sam says, looking at me grimly, and then he looks at Dylan and deadpans, "run over her with your car. I won't kill you. You'd be doing us all a favour." 

"Um," Dylan starts, "I'd love to help, but I don't want to go to prison." I mockingly gape at Dylan, who now wears a small smile on his face, as Dad chuckles. 

"Okay kids," Dad says, "you two can go now, Sam won't waste more time." Sam's about to argue again when Dad gives him a look. "Just take care of yourselves," he says as he pushes us out the door and closes it behind us. 

"Wow," I say loudly for them to hear on the other side, "I can just feel the love you have for me."

The door opens and Dad's head peeks out, "I love you, kiddo." And then he closes the door in my face.

The door swings open again, and this time, Sam pokes his head out, "I'm still his favourite." Then he closes the door again. 

"BOYS!" I hear my mum yell at them, so I gesture for Dylan to let's go. 

"You're family's wild," Dylan mutters as we walk towards his car. The air is cool against my face, and dark, gloomy clouds paint the night sky. I'm glad I got a hoodie, in case I need to zip it over my sweatshirt. 

A Never Ending DreamRead this story for FREE!