Goodbye

"Dylan!"
Dylan groaned, his numbing fingers fumbling with the car door as he prepared to slam it shut.
"Dylan Alexander-!"
With a slight groan, the agitated teen pushed the door open once more, shivering at the cold air that hit his exposed skin.
He hadn't brought a hat with him, but now he was beginning to regret that decision as his teeth chattered and his face began to feel like it was frozen solid.
He ran his tongue over his lips, hoping to warm them up, but he knew the cold would just freeze them up again. He slowly dragged himself out of the car, slammed the door, and jogged over to his mother.
"What?" he snapped, then faltered under his mother's stern gaze.
He took a deep breath, making sure to clear his voice of all sass or attitude. She was his mother, and he had to respect her.
"Yes, ma'am?"
She nodded toward the back of the house, where their old backyard was, coated in a fresh layer of snow.
"Someone is waiting for you. Go say goodbye, but hurry back."
"Right." he said, his cheeks flushing.
He had a very good idea of who the person could be.
As soon as he rounded the corner, someone pounced on him, their hands tangling in his hair and pulling him close, and finally,attaching their lips to his, instantly warming them up.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them gently before his fingers traveled upwards. His thumbs lightly skimmed over the back of her neck and finally came to rest in her nest of ash-blond curls.
He buried his nose into her hair, after detaching their lips and tucking her against his chest.
Delicate hands combed through his hair, smoothing it back, patting it down, and messing it up again, only to repeat the process several times until he didn't even notice it.
"Where's your hat?"
A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest.
"Hats aren't my thing, babe. You shouldn't be talking. Where're your gloves?"
The petite girl pulled back, just enough so he could see the long curled lashes that framed her seemingly pink eyes.
"Shut up," she muttered, poking his chest.
Dylan laughed, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing the tips of her fingers. She raised an eyebrow at him, to which he responded by pulling her back against his chest.
"Wish I could come with you." she murmured, her warm breath tickling the place where his neck met his shoulder.
"Me too, Bi."
"Can't I talk to your mom for a bit? She loves me!"
Another chuckle left his lips at her childish behavior. She was whining now, pulling at his winter coat.
"Come on, let go! There's still time, you retard!" she cried, wriggling around in vain.
Dylan wasn't letting go, especially since he had no idea when he'd see her again. That is,
if
he ever would see her again.
"We're wasting time, Bi. She isn't easy to convince of anything, not even our relationship was easy for her to swallow, and you're my second girlfriend."
She hummed in agreement, her fingers relaxing. It had taken a lot for Blair to meet his mother's standards. She needed to know everything about the girl who had stolen her boy's heart. Fortunately, she had made the cut, aside from her lack of gloves and the fact that her hair was never properly brushed, it was always braided, and if not that, left to fall around her shoulders in a tangled, knotted mess that still managed to look pretty hot on her.
"Kiss me again," he breathed, cupping her flushed cheeks in his warm hands.
He couldn't seem to get enough, and the more he thought about Blair, the more it drove him wild and made it hard to concentrate. He
wanted
her,
needed
her and couldn't have her, so he clung to what he had left, almost out of desperation. This really felt like a goodbye, which meant it probably was, but damn, did it have to go and make him want to...
He felt his cheeks getting hot as he realized what was happening. This was the worst time to want her, but he supposed it was because he was leaving, and yesterday and all of that week, he had been packing and she wasn't allowed to see him. He was sure her family didn't know she was here with him right now. She had been grounded that week for ditching math with him one day. They hadn't gone far, they were only making out near the lockers, but a teacher had found them.
Dylan tensed, his head spinning as Blair began kissing his neck. Well, that was sure to send him over the edge. Panting, he brought her face level with his, and in a husky voice said,
"Nah, babe. That's just cruel. Do you know how long that drive is?
Blair's lips curved up into a teasing smirk.
"Will you be thinking about me the
whole
time?" she purred, slowly licking her lips.
She eyed his neck again, leaning in for another go.
His hands stopped her, pressing firmly against her shoulders. She pouted, whining in protest.
"yeah, I will, but I don't wanna have to explain to my mom why-"
His cheeks reddened as he looked down, studying his snow covered boots.
It was weird, but he didn't even feel the cold. He was too high off of her to realize that his ears were starting to hurt, a sign that he needed to go.
"Dylan, your a guy. She won't ask why you're hard in front of Meldy, will she?"
Meldy was Dylan's fourteen-year-old sister. At his lack of response, Blair began laughing.
"Are you fucking with me, Dylan? You're fucking with me, right? Geez, Dylan, you need an older brother or something, that must be
so
embarrassing!"
Over her laughter and harmonious giggles, Dylan heard the words he did not want to hear.
"Blair, give me my big brother! You'll see him again, you know? And then you can make all the freaking babies you want!"
The girl in his arms blushed a deep crimson, which stood out from her pale skin. She squeezed him tighter, beginning to nibble at
that
particular spot on his neck again.
"You're little sister is so charming," Blair mumbled, her teeth lightly grazing his skin.
Dylan shivered, but not because of the cold, and when Blair felt it, she sighed softly, continuing to decorate him with love bites.
"Stop," he breathed, grabbing her shoulders again.
If she kept it up, he'd never want to leave, he'd want to cary her up to his old room and. . .
"Blair! Dylan!" Meldy called for them again, this time joined by his mother.
"We're coming," Blair sighed again.
This one was filled with sadness, and suddenly, she had stepped away from him, her eyes staring somewhere off in the distance.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice shaky.
She was crying.
His suspicions were confirmed when a soft intake of breath followed soon after her words, along with a hand under her eyes to wipe her tears.
What the hell was he to do now? he thought.
Well, at least he wasn't totally craving her now. But even worse, his heart felt heavy and his throat dry.
He'd rarely ever seen Blair cry, but it was always for good reason.
Her boyfriend of a year was moving a plane ride away. And sure, there were summer breaks and it was their senior year, but it just wouldn't be the same.
Dylan stood behind her, feeling a little awkward and helpless.
He didn't even know Meldy was there until she
was
there, beside his girlfriend, holding and comforting her because he couldn't, not now.
Meldy and Blair were like sisters, which was perfect since neither of them
had
sisters. Blair had two older brothers, and Meldy had him.
Meldy's chestnut curls tickled his face as she brought the two of them into a group hug.
Blair had a hand over her trembling lips, but quiet sobs always escaped now and then.
"Now, you two better make this last one count. Who knows when you'll kiss him again, right Bibi?" Meldy teased.
Blair reached for him as soon as he reached for her. Meldy began singing in the background.
Snow began falling again, and if not for the circumstances, Blair would've surely called it cheesy.
This last kiss was tender, and sweet, and filled with longing and hope and unspoken promises.
"You will come back to me, right Ice Princess?" he breathed into her ear.
She groaned at the awful nick name and nodded.
"But it's you that needs to come back to me, Pretty Boy."
Dylan's cheeks reddened at her nickname for him.
"Yeah, right. So, uh, where does this leave
us
""
Blair hummed thoughtfully, twisting a silky curl of her hair around her finger.
"If it's meant to be, this isn't goodbye. I mean we're seventeen, you know? We could change. So, let's uh, I guess break up for now."
Meldy stopped singing.
"You guys could still talk, just to check up on each other. I'll let you know, too, Bibi, if he's seeing anyone, and vise-versa. Though, I really wanted you guys to get married, so hopefully neither of you date ever again!"
They both laughed.
"Ok, that's enough, you guys are worrying me!" Dylan's mother complained.
Meldy linked her arm with Dylan's, pulling him forward.
"See ya," Blair called.
He didn't turn around. If he did, he wouldn't be able to hold it together, and he had to keep it together, for Meldy, and for her, Blair, his Ice Princess.
"Bye!" Meldy chirped, squeezing Dylan's hand.
She understood.
"It's not goodbye," she told him, as they slid into the car.
Dylan looked away, blinking rapidly. Something had gotten in his eye. He wasn't crying.
Meldy sighed, and patted his knee.
"I took a picture," she suddenly burst out, holding up her iPhone.
"Yeah? Thanks. Now I can relive my endless torture."
"Oh, stop whining! It was meant to be a nice thing. So maybe if you .. I dunno, wondered what the last thing you guys did together was, you could look at it. Last thing I do for you." she huffed, crossing her arms.
Against his will, Dylan's mouth twitched, and finally, he smiled thankfully at his younger sister.
"Thanks, Meldy."
"Yeah, no big. You'll be alright?"
"Yeah. It'll fade I think. I mean, it's young love, yeah?"
"Yup." he mumbled, leaning against the window.
He pressed his nose to the glass, and caught his last glimpse of Blair, smiling, waving, and giving him a thumbs-up.
He sighed in content, finally letting the warmth take him in as he fell asleep.