29 Brother. (1/2)

Dylan was nowhereto be seen the next morning. This startled me a bit since he had never left my side after the plane. I ferreted around my bedroom, stirring at the unaccustomed emptiness. Not that I was scared of the wind, but it just felt so lonely. I had already admitted that I love him, I should spend more time with him.

But Sonnia and Michelle visited me. Maybe it was lucky that he was not here.

”Dale's impossible!” Sonnia said. ”But I'm glad you're alright Leigh. It's very lucky of you to survive such accidents without scratches.”

I poured coffees for all of us with Michelle's help. ”What about Dale?” That's right, I hadn't heard from him since last night. He was never like this. He always ran to me the first thing whenever, whatever happened.

Michelle took two cups to the table and said. ”He's very angry that we took Dylan in.”

”Yea, even if he's gay!” Sonnia complained.

That was probably my fault.

”Maybe it's because Dylan's…gay?” I suggested trying to cool off the atmosphere. But inside, I was a bit worried.

Sonnia shrugged. We talked a little more about my condition and they decided to let me rest. I didn't want to rest. Story about Dale was nagging at me irritably that I had to go out see him right away.

I went straight to Dale's house, trying to put Dylan's aside unsuccessfully while I was walking. My mind kept coming back thinking about him pondering about how he treated me. Could he have liked me too? Hope flickered on and off liked about-to-be-broken light bulbs. Then, my mind wandered to our time together roaming across to the future. Will I ever have a chance to confess my love? Do I want him to know? Or should I keep it a secret? No, Leigh! Concentrate! It's about Dale now!!

The buzzing bell awaked me from the never-ending train of thoughts. I pulled myself together and placed a smile on my face. In fact, I did not have to. I could not stop smiling since last night. Love forced it.

Dale opened the door and I quickly said hi. His face was expressionless then turned sulky. ”Are you okay?” seeing his sullen face, I asked and touched his forehead which he moved away instantly. I staggered. Dale was never like this. What changed him during these days when we hadn't time to get together?

”Are you with Dylan Ziarre now?” Dale demanded, voice sounded threatening.

My mouth was about to curve into an O for 'No'. But, then, it also looked 'Yes' to me. We did hang out a lot. I didn't want to lie to Dale, but neither were I brave enough to speak the truth. Swinging my arms to wave the shyness off, I blundered on my answer. ”'Yo--no, I mean Nes--no-”

”What exactly is it?” Dale pressed on demanding my answer.

I mumbled hesitantly avoiding his stare. Wait, is he mad about this? Why? Dale doesn't like Dylan?