Skye's P.O.V.
I woke up in the hotel room keeping my eyes closed, feeling super comfy and cozy. I snuggled into the blanket more, but after a minute of laying here I realized I shouldn't be this comfy for sleeping on the floor. I opened my eyes to see what the fuck was up and noticed that it was me and Roxie. Up in the bed. Instead of down on the floor where I went to sleep.
"What the fuck Dylan." I growled at the sleeping blob on the floor in my place. He rolled over and looked up at me, brown eyes shining with his hair slightly ruffled from sleeping, making my heart subtly skip a beat. I can't decide whether they're honey brown or hazel, but jesus fuck are they gorgeous to stare into.
I glared at him and asked again, "What the shit snacks Dylan. Why am I in the bed. I wanted to fricken not be a dick that constantly makes you sleep on the floor."
He gave me his amused smile and answered, "I woke up from your grumbling of uncomfortable-ness and both heard and saw you tossing around trying to be comfy. So I got out of bed, gently picked you up and put you in the bed and went to sleep down here so you'd have a better sleep." Awe... STOP FRICKEN AWING HIM YOU BITCH JESUS. A tiny smile had formed on my face, but I obviously tried to hide it. He probably still saw it though, unfortunately... Amusement twinkled in his eyes and in his smile, both with a hint of triumph.
I cleared my throat awkwardly and said, "Um.. Anyways. We should get going." I got out of the bed, grabbed my magical bag then went into the bathroom to change. When I came back out Dylan was already changed, had the bed made and had folded my blankets to have them ready to go back in my bag while Roxie sat beside him. "Well that was fast," I commented, grabbing the blankets from off the foot of the bed and put them in my bag. Dylan chuckled and went to open the door for us to leave, for what ever reason as I passed him holding the door open I reached up then swiftly and quickly kissed his cheek. I felt my face get really warm as I speed walked away down to the lobby to check out. Why the hell did I do that, I don't usually do things like that. Something struggling to the surface made me feel the need, is my best guess since it's been progressively happening a lot lately.. As we checked out of the room we were in I tried to avoid eye contact with Dylan, so my face wouldn't end up red again. I think the lady working here already thinks we fucked for the first time or something, don't need her tryna confirm those thoughts of hers. She was finally done with checking us out of the room and we finally got to leave the very awkward for me atmosphere. While we were walking to some place we could maybe make a portal Dylan was still giving me an amused smile with pure happiness in it.
I side-glared at him and defensively growled, "What?"
His smile widened and he answered, "You know you can quit getting embarrassed and defensive about showing even a tiny bit of affection towards me. I'm not going to tell anyone unless you want me to, you know that. So come on Quetzal, it's okay to show affection I already know is there." Amusement and happiness was still clear in his eyes and voice, I looked away and stayed walking in the extremely broad, general direction of California. Once we reached a hidden part of Central Park we made a portal to Cali, gonna be quite difficult now to find where in Cali she goddamned lives. Ugh. Too many places, we only winged it here in New York. Probably cause NY is like a fricken eighth of the size of Cali, fuck this will take awhile plus we at least had a city name to go off of with NY.
Anyhow, we went through the portal before anyone could come around and see. We better not land in god forsaken DisneyLand. Too much positivity there, irks me to no end. We landed in... *drum roll*.... San Diego, the very bottom of California.. Uuuuuughhhh... Least we can just work our way up, ha.. moooovin on up~ Garfield is awesome. Anyway hopefully we don't have to end up in the very top of Cali. We seemed to be in the outskirts of San Diego though, yay more walking. As we walked conversation didn't really exist, making me feel awkward because I hate silence but also hate talking a crap ton. I glanced around our surroundings awkwardly before kind of timidly holding Dylan's hand, trying to stop having such a strong wall between us that I built there. For once he didn't bug or tease me about it and just enjoyed the fact that I was truly trying for him now. After I don't even know how long of walking we finally reached a popular part of the city. No clue why but I had an intensely strong feeling that she wasn't here, regardless we searched around the city and got a hotel room in the process. Once it was around eleven pm we went back to the cheap hotel and opened our room door, wasn't as fancy looking as the other one but it was pretty good looking for how cheap it was. I took my new art binder out of my bag and sat on the again single bed here and opened it up to start drawing. Dylan came over and sat beside me, watching me draw whatever it was I was drawing. By the time I finished, both of us were extremely confused. I ended up drawing myself with purple hair and rainbow eyes.
"What the fuck...?" I muttered to myself, though obviously Dylan clearly heard it.
"Is that supposed to be you..?" He questioned, already knowing the answer. I didn't respond and just stared at my drawing, how do I know what she looks like? There's absolutely no way to know that, so how the shit snacks did I do this? "Why would you draw that..." Dylan seemed to ask the universe.
"Cause that's my sister," Dylan looked at me, I looked him in the eye and said, "that's what she looks like."
He furrowed his brows and started saying, "So you—"
"We're twins." I interrupted, looking back at the drawing in front of me.
"But how do you know what she looks like?" He asked, just as confused as I am.
"Pf, fuck if I know, but I know that this is what she looks like. Which proves your theory of the rainbow eye representing her correct, and my uncle clearly lied somewhere. Can't be twins unless you share the same parents. Which means either my mom's not my mom or she apparently had twins and sent one of us somewhere." The two of us puzzled over my drawing for probably twenty or so minutes then realized we should tell Lily about it, so we called her up and told her what's happened today. Of course leaving out the incident of this morning, she didn't need to know that and I don't need to lose the last bit of hearing I still somehow have. She puzzled over the drawing a bit as well then gave up with us and agreed we should all go to bed now. Dylan and I said our bye's to Lily and hung up and got ready for bed. I gave him his pj pants out of my bag and took mine out as well and went to the tiny, little bathroom to change. When I came back out Dylan was standing twiddling his thumbs waiting for me, I gave him the 'wtf dude' expression as I walked over to my bag and put my clothes back in it. Then I went and crawled into the queen sized bed, Dylan staring after me in confusion.
I rolled my eyes and sighed then answered his unasked question, "I don't feel like getting a bunch of blankets out of my bag so just sleep here, but stay on that side of the bed. Don't need your cooties over here." His usual amusement came to Dylan's eyes and smile as he walked over to the other side of the bed and got under the covers as I turned the light off beside me. It took me a while to start falling asleep, just because of the fact I allowed a guy to be in the same bed as me. Not just any guy either, Dylan Ironheart, the guy I convinced myself I hated. It's still very weird to me to be slowly accepting liking him. After what felt like forever with dwelling on the weirdness I finally was almost asleep, my back to Dylan. Obviously. When my eyes were refusing to open anymore and my breathing was heavier and steady, I faintly heard the blankets make a small shuffle noise as Dylan moved a little.
I paid no attention to it as I figured he was just shifting to get comfortable, but right before fully drifting off I barely heard, "goodnight my beautiful Skye," and vaguely felt a gentle kiss on my cheek as I slipped into sleepy darkness. Unfortunately I ended up dreaming, dreaming something I partially would have rather not dreamt of.
DREAM
I felt powerful, dark energy engulf my whole body and saw nothing but pure darkness around me. I knew it was a being of some kind but I didn't know what.
"What the hell do you want?" I demanded of it, struggling in its evil grip.
I heard a laugh and a response come from the abyss, "You really think you can find your sister hmm?"
I growled and spat, "What's it to you ya shit?"
It laughed again and a man's deep voice rumbled again, "Are you even sure you have a sister feisty one? Can you be certain your uncle didn't send you on a fake search just to get you to leave?"
I snarled this time and answered, "Well if it's all a stupid lie that was for shits and giggles then at least I got to travel around instead of deal with evil morons like you the whole time."
He laughed once more and growled, "Well I bet you can't find her before I get to her and when I do.... both her and her stupid mutt of a mate are dead."
I woke up and sat upright, sweating a little and my heart beating a little faster. I completely ignored the fact I saw Dylan's arm fling off me when I sat up.
"What's wrong Quetzal?" I heard Dylan ask worriedly.
"We need to find Kelsey. And soon."