So I Heard Your a Player...

Chp 9: Lets Make Sure No One Figures Out The Plan...

Dylan sat spinning on the chair in my kitchen, eating a bowl of grapes. I looked at the papers scattered around me and sighed.

  "Whats wrong?" He asked, comming over and laying his hands on my shoulders, and putting his face next to mine.

  "First of all, I cant focus with your face so close to mine." He moves, sitting in the chair next to me. "Second, I have no idea how to put all this together and make it sound good." I rubbed my face.

 SIlence filled the room and then I hear chewing. I look up and Dylan is eating his grapes again. "You can't just use my answer?" He raised an eyebrow, and popped another grape in his mouth.

  A smiled softly at him. "Though your answer was amazing and would have most girls thinking you were the greatest guy in the world, I can't just use your sole answer." I put the papers together and reached over for a grape.

  "Read it to me."

 "Whaa?" I asked threw the tarty-sweetness of the grape.

  "Read me the answers you were thinking of using."

I shuffle through my papers, puling out the ones I marked with the long quotes on it I wanted to use. I read them, occasionally glancing at Dylan: He's nodding his head, looking thoughtful. THen I get to his answer.

  "Relationship? Well, when I think of the word: Relationship, I think of the girl I'm currently dating. Every high and low for as long s we've known eachother. All those memories and emotions come rushing back and I'll find myself laughing, feeling gulity, whatever. But I also think of all past relationships. How I hurt people, when they did nothing to me, just because I got a kick out of it. I think of all those relationships that seem perfection.

  "Those guys who keep those girls froever. How do they do it? I, amongst many other males, know how difficult woman can be. Basically, the word 'Relationship' means whatever you want it to. Wether its breaking hearts, healing hearts, or guarding hearts, every definiton of relationship is different."

I stop, thinking of what followed after. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Does this mean I get to kiss you now?" Speechless, pencil still in hand, I nodded. He took my face in his cupped hands and kissed me softly on the lips. I leaned in for more, but he pulled away.

  "Niks?" I blinked.

  "Hmm?"

  "The doorbell. Want me to get it?" he asked, moving to stand.

  "No, no, I got it. I need to get away from this table..." I stood and walked towards the door. I threw it open excpecting to see Alicia, but instead it was someone I hadn't seen since that fateful night at the party. "Lucas?!" 

  He smiled sheepishly at me. "Hi Nikole."

I stepped back from the door, opening it wider. "Uh, come in!" He stepped into my house and I closed the door. "Er, what are you doing here?" I asked.

  He turned around and looked at me. "Well I-"

"Nikki! Whose- Oh my god." Dylan poked his head from around the corner, and when he saw Lucas his eyes narrowed.

  "Dylan." I said warningly. He raised his hands and came towards use.

  "I didn't say anything." I rolled my eyes.

  "So?" I looked at Lucas.

He squirmed uncomfortably and looked at me. "Can I sit first? This might take a while..." I lead his to the kitchen, where he sat in my chair, surrounded by papers. Dylan sat next to him and I leaned against the counter.

  "Well, Alicia and I have become friends since that party, and a few weeks ago she was telling me about your play, Romeo and Juliet, and that I should go with her to see it, blah blah blah. So I went, and I must say you two really did bring that play to life." I looked down blushing, twirling a piece of black hair around my finger.

  "Well, I was going to say congrats and all that after the show...But I didn't. Anyways, Alicia was talking away to me one morning when we met for coffee (her idea by the way), and she was just talking." He looked at Dylan. "Does that happen when she gets caffine?"

  "No, thats what happens when she gets decaf, you dont want to see her with caffeine." I said, shuddering.

  "Well she ten blurted something out. Something about... A plan?" My head shot up, my eyes went wide, and I starred at him.

 "What?"

  "Something about you-"

  I walked forward, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him out of the room and to the front door. "I'm sorry Lucas but we really are going to have to discuss this later. Over coffee ya? Just call me!" I shoved him out and slammed the door.