"come closer," he whispered sexily and i happily obliged i was memorized by his voice. His hands trailed lightly down my nearly naked body. He breathed something into my ear but I couldn't quite make it out.
Molly shook me awake from my dream. I groaned and pulled the covers over my eyes blocking out the light. "wake uppppp," Molly whined and i sat up and rubbed my eyes letting them get used to the light burning my eyes. I looked at the window, it was still pitch black out side which meant it was still night. The only light what coming from the lightbulb.
"What?" I asked sleepily.
"Um well, theres a drunk Dylan banging on the door downstairs calling your name." I sat up with more interest and got out of the bed. I looked in the mirror and grimaced. Some of my make-up from a few hours ago was under my eyes and I wiped it off. I rang my fingers through my hair quickly before following Molly downstairs. I opened the door and Dylan looked me up and down. I suddenly felt very insecure in my short pj bottoms an tank top. But Obviously he thought nothing of it because he pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me.
"There you are babe!" He slurred loudly. I pushed him away lightly.
"Go home Dylan you're drunk." I said softly wishing he wouldn't have pulled me into him like that. Because he didn't mean it. He's just drunk, he doesn't want me.
"Why?" He chirped, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at his eyes, full of genuine concern and i think i saw a little bit of sadness. No, I pushed the thoughts out of my mind. Molly came out and looked Dylan up and down.
"Look, Zoe i know it will hurt you for him to stay here but there's no way I'm letting him drive home drunk." I nodded and helped her bring him inside. He sat down on the couch and pulled me down on top of him. Molly's eyes widened as I groaned and pushed my self off of him. I sat down on the far end of the couch and Curled my legs up to my chest. Molly left and came back with a big glass of water that he drank eagerly and she came back with another. I didn't want to be here when he sobered up so i went and sat in the kitchen. I could hear him talking to molly. I didn't know what. I sat in one of the chairs and felt a tear slip down my cheek.
It hurt so much for him to be around. He would never think of me like that. I know he would never pull me into his arms or tell me he loved me. More tears fell down my cheek as i thought about it. Molly walked in and sighed when she saw me. She pulled me in for a comforting hug and i silently sobbed onto her shoulder.
"Why's she crying?" I heard a voice behind me. Dylan. I wiped my eyes and Molly looked at him. He was much sober now, I could tell by his voice.
"Um." I started, "I'm going to bed." I didn't look at Dylan, I knew my eyes were red and puffy from crying. I walked past him and I heard someone follow me I thought it was molly but when I turned around Dylan stood there.
He opened his mouth but then closed it again. I looked away. "Could you not stare at me like that?" I croaked and he averted his eyes uncomfortably.
"Are you okay?" He asked and looked back at me into my eyes. I nodded and looked down.