Party Boy Love Story

by Grace Wilkinson

  "I'm going to take a shower." I said, grabbing the blanket off the bed and wrapping it around my bare body as I walked towards the bathroom.

  "Shall we continue in the steamy shower?" he smirked.

  I shook my head and pressed the palm of my hand to my forehead, "you can join me but we aren't doing anything else tonight."

  He pouted his lip and I threw a pillow towards him.

  "Come onnn," He begged.

  I turned on the head of the shower and I felt Dylan hug me from behind.

  "I'm exhausted."

  He shrugged and stepped into the shower. I stepped in after him and let the hot water fall down onto my bare body.

  Dylan stood underneath the water with me as he pressed our lips together again. Our lips were wet and the tiny compact room was steamy. I could hardly make out his face. He pulled my damp body against his. I pulled away and grabbed the tiny conditioners from the basket in the shower.

  "Please tell me you aren't one of those girls that are obsessed with these tiny things."

  I leaned my head back and laughed. "Not really."

  He laughed, "Good."

  I finished washing up stepped out of the shower. Dylan stayed in the steamy shower.

  I stepped back out into the main room in a towel. I looked around for my undergarments.

  My bra was on the floor next to the bed and my underwear somehow ended up on the lamp.

  I grabbed them and quickly slipped them back on.

  As I lay back down in bed, Dylan emerged from the bathroom with a towel hanging low over his waist.

  "Have you seen my boxers?" he asked, running his hand through his damp hair.

  I pointed towards the corner of the bed as I reached over onto the bedside table and grabbed the remote. I turned on the TV and switched through the channels.

  Dylan lay down next to me in bed.

  "I really shouldn't have bought two rooms." He laughed.

  I looked up at him. "We can just check out of that one tomorrow and keep this room for the rest of the week."

  He nodded.

  We were silent for a few moments until I told Dylan spoke.

  "I told Natasha she was a slut."

  I turned towards him as my eyes widened. "Why?"

  "She was calling you one."

  "What?"

  He nodded. "And that isn't true."

  I stayed silent.

  "That's why we are in a fight."

  I nodded, "If it makes you feel any better, Jasmine and I aren't talking either."

  He wrapped his arm around me and I pulled my body closer to him. I rested my head on his chest and began to answer his question, "Well, I told her she was partying too much and she took it offensively I guess."

  "Wow, guess her and Natasha are meant for each other."

  I nodded. "Oh" I remembered, "I think you have someone to talk to."

  "Who?" I could feel him playing with my hair.

  "Ethan."

  "Why?"

  "At the fraternity party they used your room."

  Dylan stiffened. "What?"

  I nodded.

  "Okay, now I’m pissed." He laughed, "I'll talk to him tomorrow."

  I laughed.

  Dylan reached over and shut off the light.

  Dylan pulled me into his chest. I breathed against his skin.

  "Dylan," I whispered.

  "Yeah," he asked.

  "You aren't going to leave again are you?"

  He shook his head, "No." He began, "Because you're all I have left. Where would I go?"

  Chapter 34

  I awoke to find the other side of the bed empty, the sheets only crumpled on my half of the mattress. I lifted my head up from the pillow and punched the comforter as my hand ran through my knotty hair.

  "This is not happening again." I mumbled, walking to the bathroom to see if Dylan was just brushing his teeth or something.

  I swung open the door to reveal an empty room.

  I was about to grab my phone when, I saw him. He was standing on the balcony with his back facing away from the sliding doors as he smoked a cigarette.

  I walked over and slid the doors open. "Jesus, I thought you left again." I playfully hit him, a huge smile across my face from ear to ear. He turned towards me as I saw his tear streaked face. My features softened and my smile disappeared.

  "What's wrong?"

  Dylan took a drag of his cigarette as his jaw clenched, "I couldn't sleep."

  I rubbed his bare back. He was colder then the autumn air outside.

  "Why?" I asked.

  "I couldn't stop thinking about my mom." He bit his lip to hold back tears.

  "Hey," I grabbed him in for a hug. "She's in a better place, okay?"

  He slowly nodded. "It's just all these fucking memories keep replaying in my head as if I put my mind on some sort of nonstop video."

  I looked down at the city in front of us. It must have been really early because the sun hadn't even risen yet.

  "You need to clear your head, Dylan." I found myself tracing the tattoos inked on his skin as we still embraced.

  "How should I do that?"

  I let go of him and smiled up at him. "We could go around the city for the day."

  He scoffed, "Or I can get completely fucked up and not remember anything."

  I shook my head. "No, you don't want to do that. If you want to get a drink I’ll go with you so one of us can actually get us home."

  "Let's do that," He shrugged, walking over to the sliding door. I stopped him.

  "What? Dylan, it's, like, five thirty in the morning." I narrowed my eyebrows as my hand rested on his chest, stopping him from leaving the room and walking downstairs to the hotel bar.

  "That will be my breakfast then." He shrugged, I shook my head.

  He rolled his eyes and flicked his cigarette off the balcony.

  "Fine, then I’m going to get dressed and go check out of the other room."

  I nodded and walked back inside with him. I shut the screen door behind us and sat back down in bed as I watched him get dressed.

  "I'll be right back," He said as he was struggling to pull his skinny jeans onto his legs. I nodded as he put his belt through the loops and walked out the door.

  I reached over to grab my phone off the nightstand. I had three texts from Jas.

  I opened them to discover that she had locked herself out of the dorm and lost Ethan at the party she was at. Too bad I couldn't help her anymore. I mean, according to her we weren't friends anymore. Why should I help her?

  I threw my phone onto the other side of the bed and lay back down. I had so much to do this week but I was blowing it off to be with Dylan. I had to help Chelsea get the wedding ready but I’m sure she can find someone else to help her. She told me I could bring a plus one, maybe that plus one can be Dylan.

  I heard a knock on the door and quickly got up out of bed. I looked in the peephole to make sure it was Dylan. He stood outside in a white v-neck and his black jeans. I opened the door and he slipped past me inside.

  "My dad called me." he started, collapsing down onto the couch. "He called when I was down in the lobby."

  I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall. "What did he say?"

  "He was asking about funeral stuff."

  I bit my lip and sat down on the couch next to him.

  "It's in a few days."

  I took a deep breath. "You need to get out, you know, walk around the city."

  He narrowed his eyes at me. "I don't want to do anything, Emm."

  "Well, too bad." I lifted him off the couch and he groaned.

  "Let me get dressed then we're going." I said, picking my ripped top off the floor.

  The fabric on the back was completely torn. It looked terrible. I slipped it off and Dylan smirked. "Sorry."

  "What am I supposed to wear?"

  Dylan looked around the room and picked up the sweater he was wearing last night. "Wear this, I'll wear my t-shirt. I th
ink I left a jacket in your car."

  He threw the sweater at me and I caught it. I slipped it on. It was huge. I tried to tuck up it but the fabric reached over my hands. I looked as if I were wearing a dress.

  "This is huge," I pointed out.

  "Well, I’m tall and you're short. Common sense, Emm." Dylan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

  I slipped my jeans on and grabbed my shoes. Dylan grabbed his wallet and phone off the dresser and I grabbed my phone off the mattress.

  "Ready?" he asked, I nodded. We walked down the hallway towards the elevator. When we got to the lobby, I pulled out my keys.

  The cold air hit our faces immediately. I felt bad that Dylan was only wearing a t-shirt.

  "Are you sure you left a jacket in my car?"

  He nodded. "That or I left it at the hospital by mistake."

  I unlocked my car and he grabbed his huge coat from the backseat.

  "Are we walking or driving?" I asked.

  "Driving, it's freezing."

  I nodded and stepped inside the car. This time I drove and Dylan sat passenger. Early commuters were the only people out this early in the morning. I decided Dylan and I should sit for some coffee, just to relax.

  I parked the car and we walked into a small little cafe. I paid for two coffees while Dylan saved a table.

  "Thanks," he said as I handed him the hot cup.

  I pulled out my phone. "So what do you want to do today?"

  "I would say something but I don't think you'd believe me." Dylan smirked as he took a sip from his cup.

  I furrowed my brows. "What?"

  "I have this key." he started, "It's for the Knicks stadium."

  My jaw dropped. How in the world did Dylan get ahold of a key that leads into the Knicks basketball stadium?

  "How did you even-"

  "When I was a sophomore, I went to my first senior Fraternity party, I met this senior while I was there, and that’s how I got into the Fraternity now."

  "So what you're saying is you didn't start college in a fraternity?"

  He shook his head, "I lived in the dorms at first."

  "So how did he give you this key?"

  "Well, he didn't graduate so now he's a janitor for the stadium. We got pretty close and one night he brought a ton of friends into the stadium really late and he gave us all a key." He laughed at the memory, "I still have it." He pulled out his keys from his pocket and showed me.

  I shook my head. "Some of me believe you and some of me thinks you're just joking."

  "I can show you it works, unless they changed the locks."

  I finished the last of my coffee, "Fine, we'll go tonight. That way we will have a less chance of someone seeing us."

  I smirked. "I taught you well."

  I rolled my eyes as we threw our cups away and walked back out to the car. I drove towards Central Park. I figured Dylan and I could hang out there for the day.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Central Park." I answered.

  "What the hell are we going to do there?"

  I shrugged my shoulders. "We'll figure something out."

  I parked the car a block away and Dylan and I walked the short distance. The air outside was cold compared to what it was last night. My teeth chattered as Dylan and I waited to cross the street. I crossed my arms across my chest and tried my best to stay warm.

  Dylan smirked down at me. "What?" I asked, trying my best to hide the fact that I was freezing.

  "Your teeth are chattering." He pointed out. I slapped his hand away from my mouth and he laughed, pulling me in for a hug. I could smell his expensive cologne and the fabric softener he used for his shirt. We side hugged as we started across the street.

  "Hey! Look at that." Dylan pointed at a photo booth on the corner of the street, "We should do it."

  Before I had a chance to answer he pulled me inside and sat me down on his lap. The seat was too small for two people. Dylan pulled the curtain and inserted cash.

  "You really want to take photos in here? We could just take them on our phones."

  "What's the fun of that?" Dylan smirked, playing with the buttons on the machine. "We need a border, which one should we do? Zebra or hearts?"

  "Oh my god," I leaned my head back and laughed as Dylan pressed 'start' on the screen.

  "Ready?" he asked, smiling like an idiot.

  I smiled with him as the flash went off.

  "Now do a silly face!"

  He stuck his tongue out and I just laughed at him.

  "Okay now what should we-" He cut me off by placing his lips onto mine. Even though my eyes were closed I could see the flash go off. We kept our lips together a few seconds longer until Dylan pulled away.

  "Let's grab the pictures."

  I nodded, stepping out first.

  I grabbed the two copies of photos from the machine and Dylan looked over my shoulder to see the pictures. "One for you and one for me." He smiled, grabbing one copy out of my grip.

  I looked up at him as he stuck the strip of pictures into his wallet. I placed mine in my back pocket.

  "Let's go." Dylan grabbed my hand and we ran across the street towards the park.

  Chapter 35

  Dylan and I pulled up to the Knicks stadium after spending the whole day at Central Park. I parked the car in the dark, empty street and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Dylan sat next to me, reaching for his set of keys in his back pocket.

  He peeked out the window to make sure nobody was walking past. "Okay, we have to run into the back. That's where the door is."

  I nodded, unlocking the doors of the car. Dylan stepped out and awkwardly leaned against the car as a married couple with a stroller crossed the street. I quickly slipped my hair in a ponytail and stepped out of the car, following him over to the back of the stadium.

  Before he pulled his eye out, my ponytail was flying in the air from me looking in every direction and from the Hudson River winds.

  "Keep your hair down." Dylan said, gently pulling the hair tie out from my hair and letting my long curls cascade down my back, "I think it looks better down."

  I took the hair tie from his grip and wrapped it around my wrist, smiling down at my feet.

  "Be quiet when we get in, okay?" Dylan said, turning his head from side to side before unlocking the door.

  We stepped inside the dark corridor. Dylan seemed to know his way around so I followed close behind him. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the food counters on the side of the hallway. Dylan turned into a small hallway that led to the basketball court.

  Dylan opened a huge power outlet and flicked on the switch. The lights flickered on to reveal a basketball court with thousands of seats all around us. I've been to Knicks games before, but I couldn't believe I had sneaked into the stadium.

  "I don't think anyone is here, if they were they would have found us already." Dylan said, walking over to a cart filled with basketballs.

  "The stadium is huge, I think at least someone security is here, Dylan." I say, he shrugged.

  He shot a basket and ran towards the ball. I sat down in a seat close to the court as I watched Dylan run around the court and shoot.

  "What are you doing just sitting there? Get a ball and shoot with me." Dylan said, smirking.

  "Basketball isn't my best sport." I lied, I really was just too nervous to move. We had sneaked into a professional basketball stadium. We could get in huge trouble for this.

  "I have an idea." Dylan collapsed into the seat next to me as he placed the basketball down in his lap.

  "What?"

  "Strip basketball." he said, a crooked smile spread across his face.

  I leaned forward in my chair. "What?"

  He nodded. "We shoot baskets, every time you miss one you remove one piece of clothing,"

  I shook my head. This was completely ridiculous but if it helped get Dylan's mind off things, so be it.

  What was so wrong anyway? He has already seen me naked.
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  "Deal, but don't cry when you get your ass kicked." I smirked, getting up from my seat and stealing the basketball from Dylan's grip. He stood up and we stood at the free throw line.

  "I'll go first." he said, dribbling then throwing the ball in the air. It hit the backboard and bounced off.

  I laughed as he shook his head, removing his jacket.

  "Your turn." He bounce passed the ball towards me and I shot the ball. It slipped into the net.

  "What?" Dylan yelled, I laughed.

  Dylan shook his hand and shot the ball again, it hit the rim and bounced back towards him.

  "Wow!" he shouted, slipping off his shirt.

  I had to break my stare away from his toned chest as he chucked the ball back towards me. I quickly shot it, missing the basket.

  "Take off your pants." Dylan pointed, smirking.

  "Someone is demanding," I dropped the basketball down onto the floor. "And desperate."

  I slipped them off and threw them to the side along with my shoes.

  Dylan made the next basket and I missed the next few which caused me to be running around in only my underwear and Dylan's sweater.

  I dribbled across the court and Dylan chased after me, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up off the ground as he spun me around. I screamed and it echoed across the huge stadium.

  I fell onto the ground and Dylan stumbled over my leg which caused him to fall on top of me. His laugh was contagious. I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

  Suddenly, a faint noise was heard from the corridors outside.

  "Hello?" the deep voice yelled again.

  I looked up as the color drained from Dylan's face. "Shit, let's go!" Dylan whispered as loud as he could.

  I nodded, getting up and running around to pick up all my garments from the floor. Dylan scrambled as he slipped his pants and shirt back on.

  I grabbed the basketball off the ground and placed it back in the cart as Dylan grabbed my hand and ran over to shut the lights back off.

  "Someone's here. Maybe it's a janitor, I don't know. But, we need to get back to the car so hold on to me and be fast."

  "What if it's just your friend?" I pointed out.

  He looked around frantically. "Just to be safe, we need to run."

  I nodded as he opened the door and we stepped back into the hallway.