Lillian finished her speech and smiled lovingly towards Dylan. He took my hand in his and walked to her, almost dragging me along with him. I turned to look at Carol and Michael, and they lifted their thumps, wishing me luck in my real mission, which was to impress the most powerful woman in the room, which happens to be his grandmother. Dylan pulled me closer to him, holding me by my waist, reminding me of the night we met.
"Oh, my baby! You made it. I heard the interviewers took over your home, covering the story about me. Did they trouble you a lot?" Lillian asked as she hugged her grandson and kissing his cheek lovingly. He still kept holding my hand, without letting it go; I knew no better feeling even though it was all just an act. But from her words, I understood why he was at my place this afternoon. "Gran, I was at Megan's house. And this is Megan, my girlfriend," he said as he pulled my hand up to kiss it.
Lillian's face expressed a slight concern and a surprise at the same time. She lifted her eyebrows as she said, "Oh! So the rumors were true! Hello, Megan! It is my pleasure to meet you." She extended her arm. I released my hand from Dylan's to take him to shake it confidently.
"Pleasure is all mine! I am so glad I came today. I have been a huge fan of the cause that Hills Foundation supports." I said, hoping to have a good first impression. "Oh! So you must have been waiting for Dylan to walk past you someday too, so can have the Foundation itself, one day?" Lillian asked, making me wonder what just happened. "Gran, she didn't know Hills Foundation was ours until a few minutes back," Dylan interjected in my defense.
I lowered my eyes as I felt agitated and disrespected. I was doing this for a man who I thought will be falling in love with me someday, like how I did? Dylan threw his hands around me to help me cope, but I was already beginning to question the cause of this whole thing. "Megan! Let me give you an advice, don't lower your eyes unless you want to show off your eye shadow. That's the quality that a future Hills girl should have; you have a lot to learn." Lillian said as she hugged Dylan again to walk away with an attitude as though she owned everything that she walked on.
"Future Hills girl?" I asked, turning to Dylan in utter disbelief. Dylan stood there, with his eyes, not meeting mine. I stormed away from him, in the direction of the bar; I needed a drink to have my head in the right place before I decide to leave this whole Hills mess. Carol and Michael were already at the bar, making me sigh in relief.
"Hey, babe! How did it go?" asked Carol, noticing I just sat down next to the stool next to her. "Where's Dyl?" Michael asked as he noticed that I walked in there alone. "Ah! Don't ask! It went terrible as it can be." I said as I gestured to the bartender to get me two shots of tequila quickly. Carol rubbed my shoulder, trying to calm me down. "Oh! Poor girl! It's okay, that's not any grandma, you know. She is the fucking owner of the Hills Foundation. It's going to be a little difficult," she said.
I looked at her, trying to calm myself down from feeling terrible about myself. "Well, she said that I am not yet ready to be a Hills girl and that I should learn a lot to be one," I repeated what Lillian said to Carol, hoping to make sense out of it by saying it aloud. "Wow, she said that? Please don't do that. I don't think I can stand any Hills women that sister of his is such a condescending bitch." Michael clears his throat, indicating that Dylan was just behind us.
The bartender placed both shots in front of me. I took both of them one after the other before turning to Dylan. "Hey Dylan, when did you come?" Carol asked nervously, hoping he didn't hear anything that she said about his sister. "Come dance with me, Meg!" he said, after throwing a smile at Carol. "Dance? No! I am good." I said, without really turning towards him.
He puts his hands around me and kisses my neck making me lose my grip and leaning on to his chest. "What are you doing? Let me go, Dylan!" I said, trying to fight his grip and lifting myself from him. "I want to talk, Meg!" He whispered close to my ears, making me shudder as his breath hits my earlobes, giving me goosebumps all over my body.
I heard Carol and Michael giggling, looking at us and our little cozy conversation. "If you try to make up after a fight like that, I won't be able to hold up my anger too," Carol said to Michael, breaking into a fit of laughter. I turn around on my stool to face him. Now he was leaning close to my face making our breaths intermingling and bodies feeling each other's heat. "Come with me!" Dylan said as he held my hand and stepped away so I could lift myself off the stool and stand.
I swayed a little as two tequilas were pretty strong, for a petite little girl like me. Dylan held me tightly, and I was pretty tired in my head that threw it on his chest, which he duly appreciated by pressing his cheek on to my head. "Aww.. you two are goals!" Carol announced. "Bye, bitches!" I shouted out as Dylan pulled me away from them to the dancing area.
He made me face him and placed my right hand on his shoulder and took my other hand in his as we slowly swayed to the melodious music that played in the background. "I am sorry about that! I should have warned you, but I did tell you that she is not going to be easy." I lifted my face to look up at him, "you didn't tell me a lot of things, Dyl! You didn't tell me that I am not just a fake girlfriend but a fake Hills girl too."
Dylan suddenly dropped my other hand and took me into an embrace. "What are you doing? I am drunk, not drugged that you can do anything with me. Pact stays!" I said, trying to push him gently. "No. No. Hold on! It's some of my cousins. I think they are keeping an eye on us. Gran will keep her eyes on us to make sure that we are legit." I stopped pushing him as I take a slow glance behind me to see if anyone was paying attention to us. Since we arrived, that is all we were having, so he was right.
"I am sorry, Meg. I will prepare you a little more before I drag you into these messes again. I promise," he said. I looked at him again. I know I trusted him. I could feel my heart crack open, on which I had no control over. I reached over, slowly moving my face closer to him. I could see his eyes were still scanning the room, and as he looked down at me, he knew from the look on my face that I was preparing myself for the inevitable.
"Dyl!" I whisper, my lips parted just inches away from his lips. I breathe in his breath, feel his heartbeat against me, and this fake play was making us feel a deep longing for that touch that will melt us into one. "Meg!" He whispered back, our lips brushing against each other, "call me, daddy!" I gasped as his deep voice hits my ears. I felt my legs shaking, not able to take the ache that I felt like lightning that ran across my body. "Daddy!" I whispered back, letting out a little moan along with it.
He couldn't take any longer, so we merge like never before into a kiss that we have never experienced in our lives. We bit each other's lips, not able to contain the passion we were feeling for each other. I brushed my body against him as he slowly lifts me by my waist to him. "I want it! I want it so bad!" I said as I moaned into his mouth. I couldn't take it any longer. I was longing for it, to an extent that I could cry. "No, Meg! We can't. I can't!" Dylan replied as he gently pushes me.
I still could feel his lips. I licked my lips, feeling his taste again on my lips. Dylan looked at my eyes and then at my lips, then pulled me again as we broke into another passionate kiss, forgetting where we were or who was watching. Finally, he pulled away and took me by hand to walk out into a beautiful little lawn that was hanging over the Hudson River. I could feel the cold wind blowing, touching my sexually triggered skin, making it even more sensitive. I wrapped my hands around my body as I shivered with cold.
Dylan, like all romantic heroes in the movies, quickly threw his coat around me. We walked towards the railing, where it was quiet and beautiful. "You are doing great, Meg! I am sure granny liked you; that's why she said that you should start learning the future Hill ways."
Everything that was happening tonight reminded me of the night I first saw Dylan. "I don't know, Dylan! I just felt a little triggered when your grandmother snapped at me like that. I was not expecting that at all, I was not expecting a grandmother like that at all. I was expecting an old, loving but very concerned lady who I just had to assure that her grandson is okay."
Dylan smiles, and he puts his hand around me, "I wish things were not this complimented. I wish I could make you a Hills girl. You would've made a great one." I turn to him, not believing what I just heard. "Oh! Just saying, if it was not like this and if I had a side which I could give to you. Any guy would be so lucky to have you."
I felt a strange pain as I looked straight into the Hudson and trying not to cry as I was a little drunk, and the feelings for Dylan was overflowing beyond my control. I wanted him and not because of who he was or what he was to others. I wanted him for what he made me feel, for controlling himself when I permitted him to have me, for being a friend without ever making me feel that he was just here with me for a favor. I felt loved more than I have ever been loved, and that was the irony of my life now.