Fell Into You

Delicious With A Capital D

'Clang'
'Clang'
'Pop'
'Pop'
'Bang'

I lifted my head up from my text book, "What the heck?" 

I got up from my floor and walked towards my window. I lifted it open and was welcomed with a pebble hitting my forehead. I instantly brought my hand to where the source of the pain was coming from and groaned.

I looked down to the reason of why I now had a major headache, "Dylan!"

He almost released another pebble in my direction, when he noticed that I was standing in the window, "Brooke?" He blocked the sun with his hand, "Oh hey!"

I raised an eyebrow, "Is there a reason you are trying to shatter my window?"

He glanced down at his feet, "I thought you liked that kind of romantic stuff."

He looked so cute when he was nervous, "I do like that kind of romantic stuff but not when it involves in me getting injured."

Dylan put his full attention on me, "Wait, what?"

I rolled my eyes and reached to grab the pebble that oh-so gracefully hit me directly in the face, "This ring a bell?" I shook it in my hand.

He widened his eyes, "I hit you? Oh Brooke, you have to know that I'd never do that on purpose! It was honestly a mistake, I'm so sorry-" I cut him off.

"I'm okay, see?" I pointed to my forehead hoping the bruise hadn't formed yet, "There's nothing there." there was no need for him to feel guilty over something like this, especially when he meant it as a sweet gesture.

He looked at me skeptically, "You sure?"

"Yes Dylan, I'm sure." I told him and giggled.

He stopped questioning me and just answered with, "Okay."

I gave him a once over and was delighted to see his choice of clothing. He was wearing a tight fitted grey t-shirt and black jeans that complimented his leg structure. He was just so attractive, sometimes I wondered how someone like me, could ever be with someone like him.

After a bit more of us rambling on, I invited him in and he made his way to my room where we took a seat together on my carpet.

He squinted up at me, the sunlight angled in his direction, "Hey Brooke?"

I smiled when he said my name, "Yeah Dylan?"

"Do you remember that cabin that we all used to go to when we were really little?" He wondered.

"Of course," I laughed, "Remember the time when you and Sean got in that huge argument over who was sleeping in the top or bottom bunk? Didn't one of you end up sleeping on the floor after neither of you wanted to sleep in the top?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, but it was more so like both of us sleeping in the bottom bunk and when he fell asleep, I kicked him off, literally."

I shook my head, "You guys were so mean to each other."

He nodded in agreement and continued with his earlier statement, "Well, my parents were thinking about selling it because no one uses it all that much anymore. Would you like to go up there before it sells? We could drive up there tomorrow after school's finished and you could bring your stuff to school and keep it in the truck. Then we could make my gas life easier by saving me a trip and drive up there from school."

I thought it over in my head. Even though I was sixteen, turning seventeen, my mother still wouldn't agree to letting me go to a cabin three hours away for a weekend without any supervision, let alone with a boy. Scratch that, my Boyfriend.