Skye
I hopped out of bed and went to get changed, but Dylan stopped me in my path by running in front of me and holding his hands out to grab my arms.
He smartly didn't actually grab my arms though and just said, "Woah woah woah woah woah woah. What are you doing?" I glared at him, giving him the 'you fucking kidding me right now?' face.
"What's it fricken look like I'm god damn doing? I'm going to go get changed Mr. Oblivious."
"You gotta tell me about that dream you just had first. And just cause we for whatever reason need to find Kelsey soon doesn't mean we have to go find her right this second." He responded, his usual amusement not there.
I rolled my eyes slightly and sighed then started explaining, "This weird darkness was like holding me and tellin me that, and I quote, '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' whatever the shit snacks a mate is. Guess he means her boyfriend is a werewolf cause of the mutt part. But anyway that's why we have to find her so if you could get out of the way now that'd be helpful." Dylan frowned but slowly moved out of my way, giving up and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. I went into the bathroom and as I turned to close the door I saw the hint of sadness in Dylan's eyes. I felt a tiny pang in my chest but I ignored it and continued with getting changed. When I came back out again Dylan, just like last time, was changed and had everything ready to go. I put everything back in my bag again and headed out the door, Dylan following behind this time. We didn't check out yet though because it was like four in the morning, so we just went searching around the city some more.
"You know I really think she isn't here." I said aloud as we walked, not caring if Dylan was listening or not even though he always is.
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't know. I can just tell she's like never been here." I answered, not looking beside me at him.
"Okay, well let's go somewhere you think she might be, now that we've been searching here for five hours for no reason." He responded, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Let's go check out of the hotel first." I said making my way in the hotels direction. Once we finally bloody got there, after walking for like forty minutes, the front desk lady was trying to ignore me and flirt with Dylan. I was tryna check us out of the hotel but she wasn't paying me any damn attention, too busy checking Dylan out.
"Hey..." She said to him flirtatiously, making me glare at her. "What's your name?" she asked in a sexual tone, causing me to growl lowly and ball my hands into fists.
"Taken. That's what his fucking name is bitch, now why don't you shut the fuck up and do your damn job before I break your stupid ugly ass face to a million god damn pieces." I growled at her, losing my shit and scaring her. I saw the fear in her eyes but she tried to play it off as looking super offended.
"What? You think he'd want an urchin like you instead of someone gorgeous like me?" She had the nerve to try and immaturely insult me. I just laughed, confusing everyone who could hear our conversation.
"No, I don't think he'd want someone like me instead of someone like you." She smirked proudly to herself as she finished getting us checked out. I smirked right back and added, "I KNOW he wants me instead of a dumb shit like you." The look on her face was fucking PRICELESS, I was dying of laughter inside as she watched us kiss and walk away hand in hand. I also flipped her off on the way out the door, earning loads of offended gasps. Once outside I started laughing, really hard, causing Dylan to laugh along with me. Once I stopped laughing I glanced at him to find him staring at me.
"What?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Was someone a little jealous back there?" He asked in that child-like teasing kind of tone.
I glared at him and huffed, "No. Why the hell would I be jealous of a dumb bitch like her hitting on you? Besides, I'm not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealous is wanting something that's not yours, aka SHE was the jealous one. Whereas territorial is protecting what's already yours. God."
He smirked at me and answered, "Well if you were jealous it'd be because you like me and went on a date with me and feel the need to fend stupid bitches like her away. Even though you don't have to because you already have my heart. However since you're territorial I'll appreciate the fact you admit I'm yours."
I felt my heart do something weird while my breath hitched a little, but I scoffed, rolled my eyes and stated, "I was only pissed cause that stupid skank wouldn't do her fricken job and let us leave." I don't know how or why but I could feel that he didn't believe any of what I just said. After walking in silence for another twenty-five ish minutes we found a spot where we could make yet another portal.
"Where shall we go this time captain Skye?" Dylan asked humorously.
I stared at him blankly for a minute then answered, "I don't know. Let's try in fuckin Anaheim. Better not be at or near StupidLand." He made the portal with my device and we jumped through. Guess where we landed!!! Right under a giant tree that helped hide the fact that we came out of thin air in fucking DisneyLand. Swear to god if he did that on purpose he's getting a chair shoved up his ass through his pants because I don't want or need to see his bare ass. I stood frozen to the spot, slowly building extreme rage within. I slowly squeezed my seriously warm hands into fists, tightening them so much my knuckles probably went white. My breathing got heavier and deeper as I tried to not completely explode, keeping my eyes shut tight to avoid seeing the grossness that is bright cheerful colors and families having happy fun. God it makes me sick.
"Skye.... You okayy....?" Dylan cautiously asked, hopefully backing away a little from me. I started vibrating from all the anger built up, I hate positivity and anything that represents it. All positivity has done is get my hope's up to get shot down by a rocket launcher. Being negative you're either always right or rarely pleasantly surprised.
"Get. Me. The FUCK OUT OF HERE." I angrily growled at first then yelled, earning a few confused and angry looks. I had opened my eyes when I started yelling, thankfully at least it's super annoyingly loud here so not many people heard me. Dylan actually looked the slightest bit scared of me for once, hmm that's never really happened before. He kept sayin a bunch of stuff to try and soothe my anger, but he didn't help much except for getting me out of this abomination of a place.
(Just a side note to anyone for whatever reason curious, no I do not actually hate DisneyLand or think its a terrible place in anyway. Just simply writing this in the characters preferences so no one attack me at all please. I've never even actually been there so i literally know nothing.)
It took what felt like an eternity to get outta there but we had finally left that god awful place.
After walking away from it for about ten minutes Dylan piped up saying, "Well.... I now know where to never take you on a date or getaway trip..." He sounded amused, trying to cheer me up but it takes longer than this to be over my initial anger. I just huffed in response and kept walking, trying to put out the fire I had raging through my veins.
After a while I was still pissed, and Dylan knew it, so he asked, "Hey, I know what will cheer you up at least a little." I glared at him, not actually mad at him but still mad in general.
"Let's find an ice cream place." He continued, hope visible in his sparkling eyes. He was almost giving me a puppy face, that's not fair, puppies are really cute. Just like my Roxie who's been glued to my side this whole time. I looked down at my fluffy baby who looked up at me tongue hanging out, tail wagging all over the place in happiness at me.
I looked back at Dylan who was smiling with hopefulness at me, which made me sigh and answer stubbornly, "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnneeee. But first lets find a pet store for Rox here, she needs a... a... yummy thingy too."
Dylan chuckled slightly and said adding excitement at the end, "Treat? Alright, lets find a pet store then. You want a treat Roxie?" At first she gave him a blank look as if to say, "the fuck you talkin bout dumbass" I held my chuckle that broke through my anger and looked at Dylan who then decided to comment, "Hey she looks like you, that's almost exactly how you looked at me most of the time." After he finished saying that, Roxie started wagging her tail again like she was agreeing and happy that she was acting like me. I gave a tiny smile for my puppy being so cute and looked up to see a pet store. I jogged over, getting Roxie excited as Dylan chuckled as usual at us. We went in the store to see a huge assortment of pet items, like you normally would in a pet store obviously cause DUH. I looked down at Roxie who looked like I do when getting ice cream.
"Pick anything you want Roxie!" I told my fluffy baby. She was wagging her tail so hard her whole body was being pushed/pulled side to side. Dylan held my hand as we followed Roxie around, who had to smell everything before deciding. She ended up choosing a giant bone to chew on, twas beef flavored so can't blame her for that decision. I paid for her treat and we left for a place that sold ice cream, we found one after about seven minutes. I, of course, got the largest amount I could of double chocolate peanut butter cup and espresso flake. Dylan got bubble gum and tiger stripe flavor.
After eating some of mine I looked at Dylan and his ice cream and between licks of my ice cream said, "Ima try yours. Gimmie please."
Dylan smiled at me and gave me the look he always does when he wants to say I'm cute and asked, "Can I try yours too?"
I fake sighed and answered, "I guess so. Just don't fuck it over by making it fall off the cone." He chuckled and held his cone out for me to lick (haha dirty mind) I tasted his ice cream, wasn't bad. Mines better though.
"How is it?" Dylan asked, amused.
"Eh... Mines better." I said honestly.
He chuckled and replied, "Okay then, let me see for myself." I held my ice cream cone out to him and he tried my ice cream.
He made a dramatic thinking face so I asked, "So. Am I right or what?"
"Mmmmm..... Nah. I like mine better." Dylan answered, slightly smirking at bugging me.
"Then your mouth has bad taste. Sucks to be you."
He chuckled at me again and responded, "Can I try something else then?"
I was confused so I said, "Uh... sure?" As soon as I was done speaking he had pressed his lips on mine, I kissed back as we ended up somewhat making out. How embarrassing. He pulled away, a stupid triumphant smile on his face. I tried for an angry face but it didn't really work. "What was that for..?" I questioned, my cheeks probably shading pink as I continued awkwardly eating my ice cream.
"Cause I love you. Pretty sure it doesn't suck to be me, I have you in my life and there's nothing that sucks about that."