dylan's pov

Why do I always do this? Why do I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time even though it feels like. She's not you. Can't believe I said that. I've only been talking to her for three weeks and one phone call and I already am saying that I wish she was the one I was with. It's true I want to be with her.

Why is love so hard? Why isn't it wrapped in a box with instructions and a bow? Why is it in a box with instructions on how you can maybe disable the bomb that will break your heart?

I don't love Malia. I like her. I said it, I have a crush on her. And it's not just because she's gorgeous. She's just...perfect. The way she finds the ugliest things beautiful and gives everything and everyone a chance. Her personality, just shines.

I couldn't love her. I haven't even met her before. That would be weird to love someone you've never meant. This is so confusing, trying to sort my feelings.

I need help.

Not any of the guys though, those idiots already need enough help with their love life.

I went in search of Holland, Shelley, and Arden. I looked through several rooms and hallways, turned corners left and right until I finally found them in the lounge.

"Hey Dylan, where are the rest of the gang?" Holland asked.

"I don't know. I was uh, well, wondering if you could help me with something....," I reply hesitantly. This is so embarrassing.

"What do you need?" Arden questions. All the girls by now are listening as I awkwardly stand there.

"There's this girl that i've been talking to online and I might've said I liked her and freaked her out and now I don't know what to do," I say quickly.

"Can I see the messages?" Holland asks. I hand her my phone and she reads through all of them, Shelley and Arden hovering over her.

"Hmmm....i think you should just be honest with her and apologize for scaring her and hope it goes back to normal. That's what I would appreciate," Shelley advises as the other two agree with her. I say thank you before leaving to find another girl I could trust.

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"You're an idiot," Ellery exclaimed, sitting in her room on her phone, sipping a soda. And totally ignoring me.

"Ellery, help me out here!" I beg. Ellery sighs and shuts off her phone, looking at me.

"As your sister, I will help you. I will also inform you that you are possibly the biggest idiot ever," Ellery remarks. "I suggest just being honest, use words, and apologize for scaring her. That's what girls want to hear," she says, going back on her phone. One last person, before finally making this right.

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"Mom?" I question, her name echoing off the walls. My Mom comes down the stairs and gives me a big smile. A smile that always made me feel better.

"What's up?" she asks, standing right in front of me.

"I screwed up, and I want to fix it," I mutter. I end up telling her the whole story. The artwork, the messages, the nicknames we have each other. Even Malia annoying me when she started singing Do You Want To Build A Snowman? I also told her what everyone else has said. My mother embraces me and holds me close, comforting me.

"Oh it'll be fine. Just listen to the advice you have and use it. I can tell you like her, and she likes you too. Don't worry," she murmurs holding me close. I smile, knowing everything will be better. I'll make it get better

//luckily my writing gets better the more experience I get. boys should actually ask their mom for advice instead of the other idiots. xoxo jill