Party Boy Love Story

by Grace Wilkinson

  I tried to shake the memory out of my head but it kept replaying over and over as I rushed down the hallway.

  "It's my mum. s-she," he hesitated on the other line, not talking for a few seconds. I could hear him trying to talk but he was crying so hard he couldn't speak. I have never seen or heard him show this much emotion before.

  "What, Dylan? What's wrong with your mom?"

  I caught my breath and stood in the middle of the hallway; in the middle of all the commotion as I pressed both my hands to my head and I pulled my hair. I wanted to scream and fall to the floor and just curl up in a ball and die because I realized that Dylan didn't deserve this at all in his life. He was still so young he still needed an adult to pull him in the right direction. As much as I hated him for what he did to me a few weeks back, I felt terrible.

  I felt someone’s hand rest on my shoulder. I turned around and I stood face to face with Dylan.

  His eyes were puffy and red along with his lips. His eyelashes were soaked with tears and the beanie on his head signaled that he didn't even have enough time before coming here to get ready.

  "Dylan" was all I could think to say.

  He grabbed me into a hug and began to cry into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck while his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. It felt weird touching him again. A few weeks ago I wanted nothing to do with him but the fact that I was the one person he called when he needed help made me realize that he made a mistake and needed me.

  "Is she-?" I didn't know how to finish my sentence. Is she ok? Is she dead? Is she going to go home?

  "T-they say she doesn't have much longer. They're going to put her in hospice." He wiped his eyes and pulled his beanie down further over his head in frustration.

  He tried to say more but his hands just floated in space as if he were thinking or having a hard time trying to comprehend.

  "S-she." he paused, I knew the next things he was going to say weren't going to be pleasant, "She has all these tubes a-and wires attached to her," A tear fell down his cheek and his bottom lip quivered but he continued, "She just looks so. Pale and frail." He couldn't stop crying, his eyes shut and his eyelashes were coated with tears, "She looks dead, Emm."

  I grabbed ahold him once again and he cried on my shoulder. I felt tears swelling in my eyes.

  "I think you should go in there and talk to her, Dylan. Hold her hand. Let her leave with the one person she loves the most." I gently pushed him towards the door.

  "No, no, no." He began to cry and as much as this wasn't a time to think like this, he looked like a little three year old crying over his balloon popping or his ice cream cone falling on the floor.

  "Dylan, just talk to her. Let her go peacefully." I urged.

  He pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and rubbed the tears off of his cheeks. "If I go in there," he began, struggling to find the words, "I want you with me."

  I didn't want to go in the room with him. I thought it should just be him and his mother. If I interfere with their last moment and ruin something I will never be able to make it up to him.

  "I'll be right out here, Dylan." I pointed towards a chair and he furrowed his eyebrows.

  "W-why can't you come in with me?" He seemed angry but at the same time he was still crying.

  "Dylan," I began, finding his hand and rubbing a circle around his skin with my thumb, "I'm not family. They won't allow me in there with you."

  He looked down at the ground before walking over to the door and shutting it behind him.

  I sat down on a very uncomfortable chair for hours while Dylan sat inside of the room with his mother. I didn't know what they were doing but I hope he was comforting her and just talking to her.

  I sat on the waiting area, checking my phone, impatiently tapping my foot, playing games on my phone, eating snacks as I got more nervous.

  At one point I fell asleep.

  I awoke to Dylan resting his head on my shoulder. I moved my shoulder, not realizing he was asleep. He awoke and rubbed his swollen eyes. They were bloodshot and the jade color was dull.

  How long was I asleep for? Was it the next morning?

  "Dylan? Why aren't you-?" He cut me off.

  "They made me leave." he stared at the shut door. "This machine started beeping and they all rushed in telling me I had to leave. I told them I was immediate family but they still said I have to get out."

  I turned towards him in the uncomfortable waiting chairs and pressed my hand against the back of his head as he buried his face in my sweater.

  He lifted his head and our eyes made eye contact. He looked like a mess but I didn't blame him. "The worst part is," he began, "Before I left the room, this doctor grabbed my sleeve and said 'I hope you said your goodbyes' and the look on his face made me sick because he didn't even look like he cared." He raised his voice and I pressed my hands on his chest, trying to calm him down but he continued to talk loudly.

  A doctor walked towards us, she held a clipboard and she had a miserable expression on her face.

  "Dylan Clarke?" she asked, Dylan turned towards her and nodded.

  "I-I really hate to tell you this, this is very hard news for both of us," The doctor struggled with her words. I knew this wasn't good news the moment she began to walk towards us, "But, after a long, hard battle. Your mother has passed."

  Dylan pressed his palms to his face as he faced the floor, his elbows rested on his knees and I just heard him sob. He pulled off his beanie and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He stood up punching the wall and kicking down a waiting room chair. The skin on his knuckles cracked and started to bleed. I stood up and wrapped my hands around his wrists, trying to calm him down. But it was no use.

  "I think you should get him home." the doctor said before walking away.

  I looked at the clock on the wall. It was six o' clock at night.

  I pressed both my hands on Dylan's cheeks and forced him to look at me. "Hey," I said, "Where do you want to go? Name it and I’ll drop you off. I don't care if you want to get drunk or just lay in your bed for days. I will take you wherever you want to go."

  He blinked a few times before turning towards me. "Let me drive."

  I nodded, handing him my keys.

  We walked out of the hospital holding hands.

  As we got to my car, he took the driver’s seat and I sat passenger. It was getting cooler outside and the sun was setting earlier. Dylan drove in the opposite direction from the city. We began to drive towards the hills.

  I couldn't believe I was even talking to him after what him and my mother did to me and after I told him I no longer wanted to associate with him or his friends anymore. He was scared and he chose his mother over me, but I’m okay with that now.

  "Dylan," I swallowed.

  He looked over at me. "Yeah, Emm?"

  "I forgive you. For everything."

  His hand reached across the consul and our hands wrapped together as his left hand stayed placed on the leather steering wheel.

  He turned onto an off road path and stopped the car at the top of a cliff. I watched as he got out of the car and pulled out the blankets from my trunk.

  I had no idea why we were here but if he was grabbing a blanket we must be staying here for a while.

  He shut the trunk and lay the blanket out on the grass. You could see the city in front of us and NYU towards our left.

  "What are we doing?" I finally asked.

  He lay down on the blanket as his elbows propped him up. I lay down beside him and he rested his head down next to mine.

  "Sometimes, when I was a freshman and didn't know that many people, I would come up here when I had fights with my parents or with the little friends that I had," he began, I watched his lips as he spoke; yearning for them to be on mine once again. "I would just look up at the stars and think every single star stood for something amazing that was going to happen in my life."

  I smiled,
as I turned towards him and saw his eyes were closed.

  "And sometimes I would even talk to myself." He opened his eyes and the jade color met mine, "I know it sounds cheesy but it made me feel like my life wouldn't turn out so bad."

  I moved closer towards him and he rested his arm underneath my head, making it like a pillow for me.

  "Now I guess I can come up here to talk to my mom."

  A tear rolled down his cheek and I turned his head to kiss him.

  "I'm sorry, for everything that I did. I was a hypocrite but." Was I really going to say it? I was I going to say the three words to him?

  "Just forget about that, okay?" He propped himself up on his elbow and pulled a piece of hair behind my ear "That's the past."

  I nodded, "Dylan," I started, he stared at me with a serious look on his face, "I-I think I love you."

  He blinked before pressing his lips against mine and running his hands through my hair, his tongue massaging over mine as my arms rested around his neck. I was pulled on top of him and he pulled my hair out of the way.

  I began to kiss him neck as he spoke, "I spoke to your mom and kind of told her about us."

  I stopped nibbling at his skin and lift my head to face him. "I know, she was pretty pissed but she got over it."

  "I never got money from your mom, Emm. I listened when you said you didn't want to talk and I left you alone because I knew I was getting you in the wrong crowd."

  I bit my lip.

  "I love you, Emily Nicole Marshall." he whispered.

  I smile. "It's fine, Dylan. I love you too."

  I sat on top of him as he stayed lying down on the blanket, my hands rested on his abdomen.

  "I think I’m going to take a break from campus for the week we have off, get a hotel or something."

  I nodded. "That's a good idea. It gives you some time to be alone."

  "Do you want to stay with me? In a different room of course."

  I looked up at the dark sky, and nodded. "Don't you want to be alone?"

  He shook his head. "Not really, I hate being alone."

  "I don't know." I started, "I have the wedding and stuff."

  "Please," Dylan begged, wrapping his arms around my waist.

  I smiled. "Fine, I guess I could use a break too."

  He smiled. "Then let's go."

  We got up off the ground and he threw the blanket back in the trunk. He drove towards this hotel he told me he always stayed at. The lobby was fancy and I immediately knew it would cost a fortune just for a room.

  "Dylan," I said as he approached the front desk.

  He turned and looked at me as he pulled out his wallet.

  "Can't we stay somewhere cheaper?" I looked at the huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the fancy paintings on the wall. "Like a nice motel or something?"

  "Relax, I got it."

  I shook my head. "There is no way you're paying for both rooms," I pulled out my credit card and he slipped it into his back pocket.

  "And there is no way you're paying for your room. I got it." he demanded.

  I tried to reach into his pocket but he playfully pushed me away. We were too busy laughing and playfully fighting that the front desk lady had to call us over three times.

  "Sorry," Dylan mumbled.

  "One room?" she asked, staring from Dylan to me.

  "Two." I said.

  She nodded. "Suites?"

  Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "Why not?"

  I looked at him as if he were crazy. I couldn't imagine what the bill would be after we left.

  "I hate you right now." I said as he handed me my credit card back in the elevator.

  "Really? Because if I’m not mistaken, you just said you loved me less than an hour ago." His jaw dropped as a playful remark and smiled.

  He looked down at the sheet of room cards as we walked down the halls trying to find our rooms. They were right across from each other. I slipped into mine and he slipped into his. It was awkward knowing we came here together but weren't even sharing the same room.

  I discovered that the suite was a decent size for one person. There was a huge bed, a couch, a TV, a desk, and a bathroom with a jet tub and a huge shower.

  I realized I didn't even pack clothes before coming here. I wanted to take a shower but I had nothing to change into.

  "Guess I’ll sleep in my underwear and bra." I muttered to myself.

  I was about to get into the shower when I heard a knock at the door.

  I walked over and looked through the peep hole. Dylan was standing outside the door with his arms crossed.

  I unlocked the door and he stepped inside.

  "God dammit, I can't take it. I need to clear my head!" He bit his lip as he stepped inside.

  I shut the door as he stood next to me. "What?"

  "I want you," he said, pinning me against the wall, "I can't stand not having you."

  I was taken aback by his words.

  "Clear my head, please." he begged.

  I didn't even have enough time to process what he was about to say as his lips crashed onto mine and his tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth.

  Chapter 33

  I felt his hands trail from my neck down to my hips. Our lips didn't separate as he lifted me up and carried me over to the bed. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck as we continued our long kiss.

  "Dylan?" I called as his lips nibbled on the skin behind my ear.

  He moaned in response.

  "D-Do you really think we should be doing this right now?" I asked, my hands awkwardly pressing against his back.

  He nodded and pulled away. "I just need to clear my head, this usually helps."

  How many times has he had sex with a girl to clear his head? I quickly shook the thought out of my head. None of those girls mattered anymore.

  I nodded, realizing I had wanted this too for the longest time.

  I flipped him over on the bed and he sat up on the sheets as I straddled his waist.

  Our lips met again and he tore at the back of my top. He didn't seem to realize that there were buttons on the back of my shirt because he tore the fabric off me as if it were nothing.

  I separated our lips as I grabbed the fabric from his hands and laughed, "This was expensive," I said. He shrugged and smirked before slipping his tongue back into my mouth.

  I balled the fabric of his shirt in my fist and pulled it over his head. I admired his chest. I traced my fingers over the butterfly on his stomach, then towards the swallows by his collarbones. He stared down at me, his eyelashes cascading over his eyes.

  He pressed his thumb underneath my chin and lifted my head up to meet his eyes.

  "I know I made a mistake last time we did this but I promise when you wake up tomorrow morning I will be laying right next to you."

  I stared at his lips and he dipped his down to meet mine. He fell back on the bed as he took the bottom.

  I undid the zipper on his jeans and he helped me slip them off.

  "You really need to work on getting some looser jeans," I laughed.

  He gave me a dirty look but then laughed with me. He was lying back on the pillows. I quickly pulled him on top of me.

  He kissed me from my collarbones, to my chest, down my stomach and towards the line of my panties.

  I moaned as he pulled off my jeans. He then continued to pull off my undergarments, throwing them across the room.

  He looked down, almost as if he were admiring me.

  When I thought of this when I was younger, I was always worried on how you should look when you were ready. I was worried that the boy wouldn't like my appearance or my body but once you meet someone you trust, you feel so confident and those thoughts are the last thing that you're thinking about.

  I bit my lip as our eyes locked. I pulled down his boxers and he smirked, our eyes never leaving each other's.

  "Do you have the condom?" I asked as he pulled the sheets over us.

 
He reached over to his jeans and pulled out his wallet, grabbing a condom from one of the leather compartments.

  I furrowed my eyebrows and pressed a hand over my mouth as I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you seriously keep them in your wallet?"

  He shrugged his shoulders. "You never know when you'll need them."

  He pulled it on and lay on top of me, his arms holding him up above me.

  The sheets in the bed were soft. I felt a pinch as Dylan's breathing increased.

  He kept his face in the nape of my neck. His lips were close to my ears and I could feel his deep breaths against my skin.

  "I love you." he whispered.

  The pain was still there, but not as bad as the first time.

  I arched my back as he dipped down closer to me. I moved his face to meet mine, and our lips connected. His hands ran through my hair as my hands pressed against his back.

  I was trying to tell him I loved him back but the words wouldn't come out.

  He pushed down onto me and our hip bones rubbed against each other’s. My breathing increased, he could tell it still hurt. He was trying to distract me from the pain.

  "After the first few times it feels good, trust me." he whispered.

  I nodded as he dipped his head down into the crook of my neck. He sucked on my skin and I let out a groan. I could feel the bruise already filling the surface of my skin.

  Dylan moaned as our hips continued to grind against each other underneath the sheets. "Shit?" he muttered, his breathing increased and I dug my nails into his back as he moved down into me even more.

  "Oh my god," I breathed, arching my back and pressing my face against his chest.

  "Shit, Emm." He tilted his head towards the ceiling.

  His hands tugged at my hair as he pressed his hands onto my thighs and moved me into a different position. He pulled my legs up onto his hips and I kept them there.

  His large hands rested on my thighs and grabbed at my skin.

  I pressed my lips to his again, our kiss turned out sloppy but I didn't care.

  "Shit, okay." He released me and rolled over next to me on the huge mattress.

  My breathing steadied once we stopped. I looked over as he pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash next to the bed.