After reading the letter, John felt he had more questions now. What happened to his pa now? If this letter was written 2 months ago, then where the hell is his pa now?

Frustrated, John scratched the the back of his arms. This was a habit that he had surely picked up from his pa. He took of his glasses and wiped the steam off them before standing up, putting the crumpled piece of paper in his pocket and putting the floorboard to its original position.

He walked out of his ma's room and infront of the mirror in his. His light blue eyes glossed and he fought back the tears. No, he wouldn't cry. Why would he? His father was probably fine. Right?
What if his pa doesn't come home today? The dig was only supposed to finish today. That doesn't mean he would come home. No. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He pushed off his shoes and lay back on the bed. He began to think about this mysterious Dylan. Why would his mother do that? Well, he knew why but what happiness would Dylan's mother gain from it?

Before long, John heard his mother close the door slightly loud, because of the heavy winds. He rushed out and saw his mother, her eyes bloodshot and tears straining down her cheeks. She was holding her hand with someone. Johns blue eyes came across the man. He had a beard, not too long and he was wearing a worn out shirt and pants with blood on them. His leg was bandaged with a piece of cloth but dried blood was evident. John ran to him, careful not to hurt his leg and began sobbing.

Soon, the room was full of sobs and gasps for air. It was a moment that they all longed for. John didn't even notice the boy behind his father who had an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Dad I missed you so much!" John finally said, his deep voice hoarse due to the crying as he released his father from their embrace. "Son I missed you too." His father gives a warm smile and looks at his wife. "I believe I want to catch up with your mother right now, do you mind? We can catch a movie or maybe go fishing tomorrow!" His dark green eyes shine. John nods and as his ma and pa leave the room, John finally notices the boy.

"Hey." Says John as he wipes his tears. The boy gives an awkward smile. "My names Dylan ." John's eyes widened, even though he suspected that this boy was Dylan. The infamous Dylan whose mother nearly cost his father's life.

Dylan's POV.

"Hey". The boy says after turning around to see me. I give him a nod."My name's Dylan" I say, thinking that maybe he knows me. As I suspected, his eyes widen and his lips turn into a frown. "I'm really sorry for um- what happened there... do you know anything about it? I mean, did you get the letter?" I anxiously ask him. "Uh.... Yeah I have read it." He gives me a nod along with a sympathetic smile.

I hope he understands that it isn't my fault. I'm not very good at expressing my feelings to people I barely know, but I felt like John- was it?- Yeah John. I felt like he had to know what happened there on a deeper level. I know he must have some questions and his father told me a lot about him.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask. He pauses before scratching the back of his hand like I had seen his father do multiple times. "Yeah. I have a lot of questions." He grins at me. I give a light smile before taking up my bag from the floor and following him up the stairs.

"This is the guest room. You can stay here," John says showing me a small bedroom with a medium sized bed in the far corner. A window was next to the bed and beautiful rays of sunlight shines through. "Thanks." I say before putting my bag into my temporary wardrobe and sitting down on the bed. I gestured him to sit next to me as I told him everything that happened there.

"My mother has always abused me since I was really small. She would call me all sorts of stuff and hit me all the time. One time, it got so bad that I had to go to the hospital but my mother said that I had just tripped." I cut off and took a breath as I looked away from John.

Telling people this type of stuff was always hard for me but I owe an explanation to John and his father.

"I ran away from the house when I was 16 and I have been living everywhere since then. I'm from Melbourne and I don't know how but I managed to go to Morocco. I worked in all sorts of places, from bars to restaurants, but all of it wasn't enough. They were too permanent and I knew I had to keep moving. So I just stole. Steal and sell, that  my motto for a few months of my life. I met your father and he took me in camp. He told me I could work there and that I could earn money. So that I did. Those 5 months were the best months of my life. Until my mother came. You know what happened after, right?" I breathed out, hoping he did know.

"I can't believe you went through all that. That's some crazy shit." John remarked, after a moment of silence.

"Yeah" I reply. "I'm glad you're here man. Your nose looks terrible" He adds before laughing lightly. I join him and slightly push him. Before we know it, we're laughing and sharing stories of our lives. It's nice to have a pure friend close to my age. I like John. He seems really cool.

Johns POV.

I can't believe Dylan was- okay. I thought we would be enemies, to be honest. He's really different from me. Literally. He has jet black hair whilst I have a dark brown. My eyes are a dark blue-ish color and his are green. It's funny how much appearances can be deceiving.

I take off my clothes and replace my pants with a pair of blue loose shorts. I went into my bathroom to brush my teeth and a slop of toothpaste fell onto my chest. Sighing, I washed it off and went back into my room. I have to say, I was a little bit surprised that my dad dragged my mother away to talk to her and not to me. But I suppose that is to comfort her, to assure her that things were going okay, when it really wasn't.

Pa's leg is really bad. I gasped when I saw it. It was wrapped in a piece of cloth but I can see pieces of skin tearing from there. The cloth was a bloody mess. Tomorrow I'll take him to the doctor.

It's now six pm. I went downstairs to see if my ma had made tea but she didn't. I didn't see my pa either so I guess they are still in the room. Dylan was sitting on the couch, so I sat down next to him. "Hey could you pass the remote?" I asked him and he looked to his side and reached out for it. Soon we were flipping channels and laughing at all the stupid characters. The more I found out about him I realized that we have more different personalities than appearances. He fancied reading books, which I don't. I would much rather watch a movie, although our appearances may say otherwise, according to society.

We then decided to watch 'Love and Monsters' because every girl at school seems to be fan girling over Dylan O'Brien.

Dylan fell asleep through the movie. I couldn't, because the movie was actually not too bad. I

heard a knock on the door at around 8 pm and I groaned as I got up. Not so surprisingly, it was Quinn.

"Hey Johnny! I just wanted to see how you were. Has your father come back?" She looked happy as she wiped her heels and stepped inside. "Yeah he's back. But he and my ma are inside talking or something." I reply with a slight chuckle.

"Ohh okay. Who's that?" She adds, whispering, when she saw that Dylan was asleep.

"That's Dylan.. a friend, of my pa's."

"Oh" She gives a gasp and I can see in my eyes that she fancies him. To be fair, he is very attractive, not to me, but, you know, in general.

"He's hot." She confirms my thoughts.

"Meh." I reply and I get a playful hit on my arm. I lift her up and twirl her around and she squeals, causing Dylan to wake up.

Dylan's POV.
I was perfectly fine in my dreams, I haven't slept this comfortably in a long time. But then I heard someone laugh, so I was interrupted. I'm a very light sleeper.

I rubbed my eyes, forgetting where I was for a second, before putting my eyes on this brown haired angel. She's so beautiful. Her emerald eyes match mine as she looks over to me, turning her mouth into the most beautiful smile.

I quickly get up, dusting myself off even though I don't have any dust on me.

"Hi. I'm Quinn. Nice to meet you." She says. I slightly smile. "Uh hey. I'm Dylan." She smiles again showing her white teeth.

God she's beautiful. She sits down on the sofa, so I sit back down again.

I have never had a girlfriend before, because sometimes my mother wouldn't let me out of the house. I attended school for only 5 years. My ma took me out before I could learn anything properly.

All I know now is from textbooks and books I've borrowed from the library. That was my safe haven.

"So, Dylan, how do you know mi dios padre?" She asked.

Immediate confusion filled my brain.

"Dios..padre?"

"Yeah, I call Johnny's father that because he's like my father too." She looked at John and flashed him a smile.

When she smiles, I swear, the whole world stops.

"Ohh" I reply, nodding my head.

The door to John's mothers room opens and out steps Isaac and his wife. John had showered now and looks clean and comfortable.

I'll take a shower tonight, I think.

"¡Dios padre!" Quinn screams and runs toward Isaac. He hugs her tightly and I look away.

"Oh my, what happened to your leg?" She asks after breaking the hug. "It's a long story and I am too tired to tell you right now." He says, chuckling.

I know he's avoiding it because he probably wants John and I to get the same.. lie, on board.

"Okay I understand. Can I..stay over?" She asks, looking at John and his mother.

"Yeah of course darling." Johns mother replies, with a smile.

I'm confused. We didn't really talk much, but is she dating John or something? I think, no, HOPES she likes me, but then again I've never liked anyone like this so I wouldn't really know. I really hope Johns not dating her. I really like her. Despite me not knowing her for barely 5 minutes.

John's POV

I'm glad Quinn is staying over. Her parents fight a lot and it gets hard for her sometimes. She used to come over all the time when she and I were younger. She still does come on nights that get too horrible. I wish they would just get a divorce like how many, parents do. I realize why parents get divorces. Not that I didn't before, I was just really against it. But after seeing Quinn crying into my arms and feeling like hell, it changed my mind about the concept. If two people no longer love each other, they have to find other people who will.

I hate the way she looks at Dylan. I would do anything for her to look at me like that. I was there for her so many, countless times but would she really choose him over me? I don't even know if Dylan likes her back. He's probably a player, dating oh so many girls at once. Me? I've only dated one girl, and that was to just make Quinn jealous.

"Dylan's sleeping in the guest room, so you can sleep in my room and I can sleep on the couch." I tell Quinn after I said bye to my parents, who went out to eat.

"Are you sure?" She asks and I nod. Dylan looks away from her when she looks at him.

I notice that they both are blushing and it's really disgusting. I never considered myself a jealous man, but still, I love this person in front of me even if I can't admit my feelings to her. She's my everything. She's my soulmate. I guess I'm just afraid of rejection. She'll reject me, obviously. She looks at me like a little brother. Or maybe an older one since I'm older than her. Obviously.

I take her arm and take her up the stairs.

I turn to her and ask, "Do you like Dylan?"

She immediately blushes, more than she did before and I knew her well enough that my assumption was correct. "Uhm.. I don't really know him, like at all, but I told you he's really cute."

She tucks a loose hair strand behind her hair and I take a deep breath to try and control my jealousy.

"Okay." I simply say, before leading her to my room and wishing goodnight to her. I lean back against the door. I've watched this movie too many times. My jealousy is so overwhelming that I need to tell her my feelings about her before she gets with Dylan.

I can't handle her showing him affection around me. I barely know the guy that my father adores and I already want to strangle him. I picture the image of me on top of him, my hands grabbed around his neck and choking him. I chuckle at the image. I would probably win, too. I've been working out all summer and I even heard one of Quinn's friends asking her if I was single. I wouldn't date anyone of Quinn's friends. Nobody except Quinn, I made up my mind. Nobody but her.

Dylan's POV
I step out of the shower I was longing to take and had finally taken, to see John sitting on the floor outside of his room.

"Hey man, are you...okay?" I ask him since he looked so bummed out about something.

"Yeah. No. Not really,.. Dylan." He says, and something is really off about him. Did I do anything wrong?

"Well, did I do something?" I repeat my thoughts out loud. He stands up, his fists clenched and it kind of looked like he was about to hit me.

"Do you like Quinn?" He asks me and his eyes narrowed at me, before standing a step closer to me. He's a bit shorter than me, so it wasn't quite intimidating as he was making it out to be.

"I DONT!" I shout, not meaning to. "Why, is she your girlfriend or something?" I ask, this time, my voice softened.

He looks at me with suspicion, checking to see if I was lying. But I'm good at lying, thanks to my hell of a mother, so I'm not too worried.

"She's not my girlfriend.. not yet." He says in hushed tones because Quinn was right behind John in his room.

"Well, if she's not then isn't she free to date anyone she likes?"

I'm so confused.

"Ugh!" He waves his hands in the air, as if I was clueless, which.. I guess I am.

"I like her, don't you get it? Heck, I love her!" John practically shouts.

"Ssshhh!" I shush him, before he can say anything else.

"I've loved her since we were young, but she'll never feel that way about me." His voice is now hushed and he is slowly slouching down against his door again.

"Oh. Wow. She rejected you?" I asked, because I still don't get it. He likes- no wait- apparently, loves her, but why aren't they together then?

"I'm too much of a coward to tell her." I hear him say after a long while. I sit next to him and hold his shoulder.

"You should tell her. Or else she's going to find someone else."

He sighs. "I can't. She'll reject me."

"Then what are you going to do? Chase away all the guys she lays eyes on?" I ask him.

"I don't know."

"If you really love her, you need to tell her. Whether the feelings will reciprocate or not, you'll regret it if you don't tell her."

Silence overpowers the hallway before John finally says,

"Okay. I'll tell her tomorrow. But if she doesn't love me back, I'm going to runaway or some shit."

I laugh, but upon seeing his serious expression and the glare in his eyes, I laugh harder and head to my temporary bedroom, to sleep, obviously.

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