I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. I tried to ignore it, but I knew that I probably needed to get up anyways. “Okaayyy shut uuuppp!” I yelled at my phone as if it were a person waking me up from a beautiful sleep on purpose. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Tony. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled.

“Hello?” My voice was groggy and tired-sounding.

“Dylan? Did I just wake you? It’s 4:30…”

“Well, the floor isn’t the most comfortable place in the world, so I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I said sarcastically, referring back to how everyone passed out all over the living room last night.

“Oh,” I couldn’t tell Tony’s emotion. He seemed like there was something on his mind, but I wasn’t so sure. I was hoping he wanted to hang out or something so I could see him, because it was usually his eyes that gave everything away.

“Yeah, but what’s up?” I stood up and walked to the bathroom with my phone against my ear and frowned at my reflection. I was still wearing the eyeliner I put on yesterday morning, which was now distorted and smudged all throughout the upper half of my face. My hair was all over the place and tangled.

“Um, I was wondering if I could come over? I shouldn’t be here…” his voice trailed off in the end, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and concern.

“Tony, is everything okay?”

“Uhh…”

“Okay, come over in like 30 minutes.” I hung up the phone and immediately started to get dressed.

Tony’s P.O.V
“Tony, I was drunk,” Vic said, emphasizing the word ‘drunk.’

“It’s not like you were shitfaced, Vic. You remember doing it, and it wasn’t an accident.” I shot a death glare at him. His expression was a cross between disbelief, shocked, and embarrassed.

“Oh, and you kissing Ashley was? Jealousy’s an ugly thing, Tony!” Vic’s voice became a bit more confident and strong. He glared back at me, and I felt my cheeks get hot from the reminder of my spiteful move. “And why do you care so much about Dylan all of a sudden? You never wanted to talk to her before this!”

“You don’t know anything. I’m fucking tired of your bullshit, man!” I pushed past him, grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter, and stormed out the front door. Mike was standing on the porch, smoking a cigarette. I heard him call my name, but I ignored him and sped off in my truck, screeching my tires in the process.

Dylan had told me to be at her house at about 5. It was 4:45, so I sat outside her house in my car and took steady breaths to allow the anger in me subside a bit. In all honesty, I kinda felt bad for getting into that argument with Vic. He had been drunk that night, and I never really specified how I felt for Dylan. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole band thought I hated her. I hardly ever talked to her before yesterday, but it wasn’t out of hate or any negative feelings whatsoever.

For the past six months or so, Dylan primarily talked to Vic. They talked pretty much every day, always on Skype or over the phone. Of course, there were probably long texting conversations, too, but of course I could never hear those. I was sure that Vic was falling for her – the way he stopped everything he was doing when she was calling or Skyping him, and the way he always sang to her over the phone. From what I could tell, he told her everything, and she was probably doing the same. I was never one to jump in the way of anyone’s relationships, so I never tried to get closer to her to avoid falling for her any further.

Falling for her. I repeated the phrase over and over in my head. That had been the first time I’d admitted to myself that my feelings for Dylan were real, and I was worried. I wondered about Vic’s feelings for her. Were they real? Did he love her?

I looked at my phone, it was 5:07, so I cut my thoughts short. Perfect timing, I thought to myself. Otherwise, you would’ve ended up out here crying like a fool.

I swallowed hard, and walked up to Dylan’s front door. Reaching my hand up to ring the doorbell, she beat me to it and opened the door, catching me off guard. Without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around my waist and held me tightly. I instinct, I wrapped my arms around her neck and rested my chin on her head. Her curly hair tickled my nose, it smelled nice, and I smiled.

Dylan ended our hug, and I frowned a bit, not wanting it to end. She took my hand and led me to the living room. We both sat on the couch and angled our bodies so that we were somewhat facing each other. “What’s wrong with you, Tony?” She asked, making eye contact with me.

My cheeks felt hot. “Hi, Dylan, nice to see you too.” I said, sarcastically. She let out a slight chuckle and I mimicked her action.

“Sorry, but I’m worried about you, Turtle.” I gave her a half-smile at the sound of my nickname, but I still felt down.

“I think it’s about time I tell you how I feel,” I said after waiting about 30 seconds contemplating what I was going to say. She looked at me eagerly, but it was clear that she was somewhat confused. I felt a familiar feeling of nervousness build up in my stomach. I took a deep breath and began. Okay, Tony, here we go, you can do this…