Three Chocolate Cupcakes

"Why are we at the community center?" We pulled up into the local YMCA a minute ago and now we were walking towards the front desk. Dylan greeted with a smile to the receptionist and they replied the gesture, allowing us to pass through.

"Are we going to do something here? Play a game of pickup basketball or something? Because I can not play basketball, so you're out of luck." I rambled on as we turned the corridor, away from the basketball court which answered my question.

"You do ask a lot of questions," he chuckled. "If I had known better, I wouldn't have offered to give you ride home."

"Rude." I laughed. "And, I'm not home right now, am I? Thus, I have questions." I cringed.

Did I really just say thus?

He chuckled, opening the door for the next hallway for me, and as I passed out of nowhere, a little toddler crashed into my legs which almost made me fall had it not been for Dylan who steadied my wobbling legs. I recognized the little girl who was hanging on to my dear legs as Lillian.

"Hello." I grinned, lowering down to her level giving her a proper hug. Her damp head snuggled into the crevice of my neck made me shudder.

"Hi."

"Why did I not get a hug yet?" Dylan asked from behind me. Boy, I would give a hug right now. Unfortunately, I knew he wasn't talking to me, so I stood up, waiting for Lillian to let go of my legs—which she still clung on to—to hug her brother. "Hmph. I even brought the cupcakes you asked for," he paused turning his head to the left, refusing to look at Lillian. "But I guess I'll just eat it myself," he said as he slowly opened the container.

"No!" Lillian screeched, untangling from my legs and immediately latching onto his. "You're my favorite brother!"

"You like me better than Asher?" I'm guessing he was referring to their other sibling. I could see Lillian hesitate a little, and I wasn't the only one who noticed that. "You like him better don't you!?"

"No! I love you Dill Pickle." I laughed as Dylan grimaced.

"Well, I guess you get your cupcake then," he said giving her the container which held the three chocolate cupcakes, then he scooped up her swimming bag from her.

"Dill Pickle?" I snorted, as we followed Lillian out.

"Let's not ever talk about that again, shall we?"

"Whatever you say, Dill Pickle," I replied in a teasing tone.

He groaned. "You're not going to ever let this go, are you?" I giggled, correcting his assumptions.

"Dylan!" Lillian yelled once we walked outside. "Can we please go to the playground?" She continued to yell even if we were only less than a meter away from her.

"Pollito," he said as we walked towards her. "Please stop yelling, you know what that does to your voice," she looked down at her feet and nodded.

Dylan peered over to me as if he was asking if it was okay if we went to the playground. I nodded with a smile.

"We can go to the playground, only if--"

"You're the best Dylan!"  She yelled, shoving the cupcake container into Dylan's arms then turning around to continue her path to the park.

"--you stop yelling." He muttered.

I laughed, "she's a kid with some pretty s-strong lungs, damn."

"She sure does, and I don't appreciate that when she decides to wake me up in the mornings."

We continued our short walk in a comfortable silence, the only words were coming out from Dylan's mouth was to tell Lillian to slow down as she got too excited and disappeared from our sight.

We finally reached the small playground of the YMCA which was located behind the facility. Lillian darted towards the slides, quickly making friends with the other toddler in the park.

Dylan led me towards a picnic table where we both sat down. From here, I was able to see the colours of the sky very vividly, the colours getting deeper by each second as the purple bled into the pink and yellow hues.

"Hold up," I said as I stood up on the table to get a better view.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled.

"Just getting a picture," I mumbled while pulling out my phone and snapping a quick pic.

"You sure are something." I hopped off the table, sitting right back down, admiring my photo quickly.

Lillian ran towards us, her cheeks now a rosy red colour and her hair all over, probably in a tangled mess.

"I need a break," she panted.

"Too much?"

She nodded. "Too much. I need to re-fuel." I laughed when her gaze was directed towards the cupcakes. With the help of Dylan, she sat on the top part of the table, her legs swinging between Dylan and me.

"Here let me help," Dylan offered as he saw Lillian struggle greatly from attempting to open the container.

"No! I can do this!" She turned his back to him finally managed to get the container open with a pop. "I told you. I am an inde-independent woman." She said struggling with the bigger word.

"That's a big word Lillian." She grinned.

"Mommy said I'm a very bright kid." I couldn't help but awe at her cuteness when she handed me a cupcake before taking one for herself.

"One for you Amelia."

"Thank you, Lillian."

"And two for me!" I laughed again, as she held the container close to her, her back still facing her brother.

"What about me?"

"Did you hear that?" She asked looking directly into my eyes, placing the container down directly in front of her. "I didn't hear anything, did you?" I stifled my laugher and shook my head, noticing Dylan has his mouth shaped into an 'o'.

"Why that little," he muttered and then swung Lillian off the table and began to attack Lillian with tickles.

Lillian burst into giggles, struggling to surrender to her older brother. "Okay! Okay, you can get the other cupcake!" Immediately, Dylan let her go, reached for the cupcake and took a gigantic bite out of it with a smirk, not breaking eye contact with his sister who had a pout.

"He's a mean brother, isn't he?" I whispered into her ear. She nodded and climbed back onto the table.

"But sometimes, he is very nice," Lillian said as she attempted to whisper.

Key word being attempted. Although she was trying to talk very lowly, Dylan could hear everything she was saying.

I quickly finished off my cupcake, as had Dylan and Lillian, the only difference being Lillian had chocolate crumbs and frosting all over her face. I chuckled, she looked so cute. I reached into my jacket pocket, looking for tissues, smiling when I found them.

"Scoot over, Lillian." I cleaned her up, and she hopped off the table, almost falling but she regained herself.

"Thanks!" And with that she ran off.

"She sure has a lot of energy," I commented as we watched her scream as she went down the slide.

He scoffed. "This Lia," he turned to me, making my heart beat faster as his electric blue eyes met mine, "is nothing." His eyes bore into mine compelling me not to look away.

Suddenly my phone rang which made us break eye contact. He let out a cough at the same time as I inwardly groaned as I saw who was calling. Leave it to my mom to ruin a moment. "I got to take this." I stood up and walked a couple of meters away and leaned on a tree, mentally preparing myself for the yelling that was about to come.

"Hi mom!"

"Amelia Gia Trevino! Dove sei?" I winced at the use of my full name.

Shit was about to hit the fan.

"I'm out with a friend," I replied in a calm manner, because let's be honest, if I even slightly raised my voice, I knew hell would be waiting at home.

"What friend? Who is she? Do I know her? Where does she live?" Oh my God.

"Mom," I paused, waiting for her to be quiet, kicking the small rocks on the ground. "I am with a boy." I shut my eyes waiting for her to say something, but surprisingly she doesn't burst.

"The boy that was on our porch the other day?" I nodded, then replied with a yes remembering she couldn't see me.

"Right now, I am at the YMCA with his little sister because she wanted to play in the park, okay?" I tilted my head up, finding Dylan who was still seated on the picnic table with his back towards me.

I heard her sigh. "I'm trusting you on this for once. Get home soon, okay? Ti amo."

"Bye mom, anche io ti amo," I said. I shut my phone and placed it in my back pocket.

Dylan was already standing when I approached the table.

"Parents?" He chuckled. I nodded. "It's getting late anyways," he said looking up. I followed his action taking note of the ombré coloured sky turning from a light purple-blue to dark blue.

He called Lillian over and managed to get her to comply, after promising her that they would return soon, of course.

He opened the car door for me, again. I played with the hem of my shirt, finding it very interesting as I waited for him to get in the car after buckling Lillian up.

"Next stop, Melia's house!" Lillian giggles from the back seat which made me laugh along with her.

The ride home wasn't long. I had been entertained through out the ride as both Dylan and Lillian belted out to the songs in the radio. I joined in between songs, because hell, if I had sung throughout the whole car ride, I'm sure someone's ears would have been bleeding by the end.

Dylan on the other hand, had an amazing voice, even through the obnoxious singing and yelling.

As he made a left turn into my driveway, and I wiped the palm of my hands against my jeans, then unbuckled my belt. "Today was fun, thanks Dylan." I turned to look at Lillian, also giving her a farewell.

I got out of the car expecting for Dylan to reverse the car and go home, but nope. Dylan had also exited his car and walked me to the porch with a sour look on his face as I exited the car before he had the chance to open the door for me.

"You didn't have to walk me to my front door you know," I chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. But I also wanted to ask you something without that noisy bugger hearing it." I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. "But first, how's your head?"

He was just too sweet. I smiled, "Dylan, my head is fine. I am okay."

"Okay, good." He paused, running a hand through his locks. "I um, I'm having this little thing at my house tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you'd like to come?" He asked scratching the back of his neck, something I noticed he tend to do when he was nervous. My eyes widened at his invitation.

He noticed my hesitation. "It's not going to be a party, I promise. It's just going to be a few of us, you can bring a friend if you'd like too." He winced at the last part.

"There'll be other people?" He nodded.

"Tia, Clyde and Hunter," he informed. I vaguely remembered the names from school.

I contemplated the choice of going, but what the heck? It's not like I already had plans for tomorrow night.

"Sure. I think I can fit that into my busy schedule," I teased.

"Great," he said with a smile that showed off his ever so pearly whites. "Come up around 7?" I nodded.

"Can I bring a friend?" I asked, still remembering his facial expressions when he said I could. I don't think I could survive the night by myself by being in Dylan's house with Dylan. I'd probably faint, again.

"Sure," he gritted out. "I'll see you and your friend tomorrow?"

"Bye Dill-Pickle," I giggled.

I kept my gaze on his retreating figure, blushing at all the muscles that flexed as he moved. I had seen them, and boy, they weren't there to disappoint.

I saw him get into his car and reverse out of the driveway, laughing when I noticed Lillian had her nose squished onto the window, giving me a big grin. I waved at her and turned around to enter my house.

I shut the door and pressed my back on it with my palms. I tried to concentrate on evening out my breaths.

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Amelia really likes to swear, doesn't she?

Question: favourite actor/actress

Answer: Emma Watson (because have you even seen Harry Potter or Beauty and the Beast? Because dammmmn.)