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    A Dylena Story

    Story written on March 26, 2011 by joeycat.
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    A Dylena Story: Chapter 8, the same night and the morning after. Both Dylan’s and Helena’s POV.

    Chapter 8:

    That evening on her couch: Dylan’s POV

    Hmph, I thought a drink and a movie would get my mind off of everything. Stupid Lifetime movie of the week. Guy meets girl, guy loses girl, guy gets girl back. Yeah, like it’s that easy. I meet Helena, I lose Helena, I get Helena back. I want Helena back.

    I have to pee. Whoa, I shouldn’t stand up so fast. Deep breath in,………….. deep breath out,…………..deep breath in,………….. deep breath out,………….. Okay, that’s better. I’m good. Wait, was that a full bottle? Wow, shit, I really drank a lot. Whatever, I need to go to the bathroom.

    (Flush)

    That’s better. Okay, wash my hands, with soap. Wash, wash, wash, rinse. Good. What time is it? Oops, turn off the water. Good. Oops, turn off the light. Good. I’m good.

    Now, what time is it? Only eight? She’s probably at Hit. Of course she’s at Hit, she owns Hit. That’s so awesome. She was always so smart. So smart and so beautiful. Helena, so smart and so beautiful all rolled up into one. I was such an idiot. Why was I such an idiot?

    That’s why she wont talk to me? I was an idiot. If she’d just talk to me I could explain why. If I could just talk to her she would understand. I should go talk to her. I am going to talk to her. Where’s my phone?


    (Sometime later)

    Driver: “That’ll be $17.50. Uh, listen lady, you sure this is where you want to go?”

    Dylan: “Is this Hit?”

    Driver: “Yeah.”

    Dylan: “Then, yup, this is where I want to go.”

    Driver: “You just seem like you’ve already partied pretty hard tonight.”

    Shut up already. I’m trying to count my money. What was it, $17.50 or something. Crap, I have to start all over again. Oh, fuck it.

    Dylan: “I haven’t been partying and besides that’s why I called you. There’s someone very important to me in there and I need to talk to her.” Not that it’s any of your freaking business, buddy. “Here’s twenty, thanks for the ride.”

    Driver: “Do you want me to wait? under his breath- I think you might be back out shortly, if you even get in.”

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