Chapter 10

                                    

                                          

"You okay?" Dylan asks, parking the car by the beach.
                          
"Yeah. Do any of your friends even know I exist?"
                          
"They know you exist. But they don't know you have cancer."
                          
"Then let's keep it that way. Okay?"
                          
He nods, "You ready?"
                          
I smile, "Let's go party."
                          
He smiles and we get out of the car. We grab our towels and head down to the party. As we draw closer, I see the everyone here wears glow in the dark swimsuits with glow in the dark paint all over their bodies. They play games and swim to their hearts content. This all looks incredible.
                          
Dylan walks us over to a couple of guys, "Hey! Mikey! Sweet party, man," Dylan says, greeting him.
                          
"Thanks man," he looks at me, "Who's she?"
                          
"Mikey, this is my girlfriend Allyson. Ally, this is Mikey."
                          
"Oh! This is the girl you keep talking about! He talks about you quite a bit."
                          
"Not that much. He's being dramatic."
                          
"Sounds like you got called out, babe."
                          
"I did not," he shakes his head.
                          
"Wanna bet?"
                          
"I like this chick! You're gonna fit in!" Mikey exclaimed. Let's hope he's right.
                          
As the party continued, music played and we had a blast. I only got tired once while I was playing volleyball. I was yet to be pulled into the body paint craze of the party. Dylan had, so I got to see him shirtless. Lucky me.
                          
We sat around a fire as Dylan, his friends and I laughed about different things. People were starting to drink more and more. But I kept reminding Dylan not to do so. He was probably annoyed. But I didn't care. I was not going to give Johanna another reason not to let me out with Dylan.
                          
"Wait; why don't you have paint on you?" I hear Kylie slur her words together to say. 
                          
"Oh, I'm not really into that sort of thing."
                          
"Come on! If you want to fit in, you have to do it!" her friend Sydnie exclaimed.
                          
I look to Dylan and whisper, "Do you want me to do it?"
                          
"Only if you let me paint you," he smirks.
                          
I roll my eyes and turn to the group, "Fine."
                          
"Awesome! But wait, you've gotta take off your shirt."
                          
"What?"
                          
"Where else is the paint going to go?" Kylie asks.
                          
I shrug and reluctantly remove my top to reveal a bright neon pink bikini. Kylie took a brush and started painting my face. I couldn't tell what she was painting. But I'm sure if it was bad, Dylan would've stopped her.
                          
She then hands the paint to Dylan and he asks, "What am I supposed to paint?"
                          
"Anything that won't get me in trouble."
                          
He takes the brush and starts painting. He kept putting his hand on my waist to stop me from moving. But I couldn't help it; the brush tickles!
                          
After a few minutes I look down and see a heart around my belly button, twisting lines extruding from it. Dotted flowers were scattered all over my stomach. 
                          
He takes the paint and smears it on his lips, "Do you mind?"
                          
"What are you about to do?"
                          
He smile and kisses me, transferring the paint to my lips. He then leans back and quickly kisses my chest above my heart and leaves a kiss imprint on my skin.
                          
"What's that one for?" I ask.
                          
"Just so people know you're mine."
                          
I smile and everyone heads to go play games and drink. Dylan decided not to go play beer pong and instead to go swimming for a little while.
                          
"You realize I've never swam in the ocean... or swam at all, right?" I saw as we slowly walk to the water's edge, hand in hand.
                          
"You have been living under a rock in that hospital," he says, putting both hands on my cheeks.
                          
"But just think, if it wasn't for my cancer, we never would've met."
                          
"You aren't wrong about that," he slowly leans in and kisses me. But, a few second later I place my hand on his bare chest and nudge him.
                          
"What?" he says.
                          
"I love you, babe; but if I'm going to kiss you, the face paint has to go. Usually I would say you taste good. But not with that paint on."
                          
"No problem," he walks deeper into the water, dunks himself into the water and proceeds to wipe the paint off his face. 
                          
He waves me over, "Come over here."
                          
I slowly start to walk deeper into the water. It slowly gets deeper than I'm okay to walk in. Dylan walks over to me and takes my hands. He puts them on his shoulders as I move my legs around him. He proceeds to continue walking deeper into the water.
                          
"You okay?" he asks.
                          
"Mhm."
                          
"Good. Did I get the paint off my face?"
                          
I wipe a patch off his cheek and nod, "Yup. Do I have it on mine?"
                          
He nods and I grab a handful of water, splashing it in my face. I try to wipe it off the best I can, "Did I get it?"
                          
"Not even close," he chuckles. He wipes the paint off my forehead and cheeks with his thumb, washing the paint off his thumb in between. He moves his thumb slowly up to my lips and gently wipes away the paint. After he wipes off my face he whispers, "There's my girl."
                          
"What does that mean?"
                          
"You look your best when you wear no makeup. No glow in the dark paint. I love how you look without anything on your face."
                          
"You're only saying that because I never wear makeup; other than when we go out."
                          
"No; I'm saying it because it's true. You're perfect. And I love you."
                          
He mouths the words "come here" and he kisses me. Each kiss is more incredible than the other. The space between us grew smaller and smaller. His lips were soft, mine falling open with the brush of his tongue. His arms around me keep me safe. His hands run up my thigh, caressing my hips and stop on my waist. 
                          
His taste is something indescribable; leaving me wanting more and more. Using his lips, he carefully pulls on my bottom lip; teasing me with every second. I didn't want this moment to end. But it's quickly ended by the sound of a group of people screaming. 
                          
We both look, "What was that?"
                          
Dylan looks and sighs, "They were screaming because they won the volleyball game."
                          
"Oh, my God. I thought someone was dying," I cover my face.
                          
He chuckles, "We should probably head back. People will get suspicious."
                          
"Fine," I groan. I chuckle and we're pulled into the chaos of the party.
                          
After drying of, we start dancing. With people grinding on each other, it almost made me sickeningly uncomfortable. But I quickly grew out of it. 
                          
I continued dancing with Dylan as the space grew smaller and tighter of everyone around us. It was making it harder to breath. But I flew it off as the adrenaline running through my veins.
                          
With Dylan behind me, holding onto my hips; I place my hand on his cheek and I feel my center of gravity start to wobble. I grab onto his wrist and hold tight as I try and balance. But it's not working. I start to get worried.
                          
"Babe; what's wrong?" he says, turning me to face him.
                          
"I- I can't..." I take ahold of his shoulder with one hand as I pull at my chest.
                          
"Just breath. Okay? Breath. You're gonna be fine. Look at me."
                          
I look up as my vision starts to go black.
                          
"Are you okay?" 
                          
I nod before my knees lock and I fall, my consciousness going away. And with that, my first party is officially over.