Dylan's and 3rd person

Oh my gods.
See! If he treats people like that you should break his heart as he has no doubt done to many others!
HE ACTUALLY SPOKE TO US ER MER GURDS!
Shut up!
OHMYGODS OHMYGODS OHMYGODS OHMYGODS!

"Oh my Gods," I whispered under my breath.
Not you too.
Dylan pushed himself up back onto the platform and dusted himself off. Checklist?
Get 6 yellow sunflowers.
7 flowers. One for Grandad, Grandma, Gran, Grandfather, Jack and Ma. Then one spare.
Dark sighed and gave up trying to trick me.

What else?

Go to the Pharmacy for those sleeping pills. Not that they work.
And booze for father.

I grimanced again but kept walking on. Dylan saw that the boy was heading in the same direction as to him.

Wonder where he is going.
He's going to the graveyard.
How'd you know that?
His posture is the same when Dylan doesn't want to talk to anyone. Mainly a bad day.
Probably because you hog control.
Oi Light! Shut it! I don't hog control!
Yes you do!
No I don't.
You both hog it on days.

I rolled my eyes and continued walking but I caught up to him. I was right behind him deciding whether to scare him or gently tap him on the shoulder but before I made my decision he stopped.

Like,

walking, walking, slowing down, stop.

No no no!

walking, walking, walking, STOP!

I crashed into him. Let me defend myself here. If you feel like your being watched you can do either of these three things.

1) Walk faster. (Don't run idiot.)

2) Cross the road and walk towards the nearest place like a pub or shop.

3) LOOK BEHIND YOU!

But no~~~ Of course he does the strangest thing and stop. He doesn't even look behind him. Just stops.

WHO THE HELL WOULD DO THAT?

Him apparently.

This boy who you should probably know the name of by now but Ima be 'mysterious' and not give it away. POV

I felt eyes watching me and I heard footsteps incompliant to mine so I stopped.

...

Why did I stop?!

That's not what a normal person would do. Then again I'm not a normal person.

Suddenly a figure crashed into me and I was falling to the ground. My hands went out in defence against the floor but as I was about to hit the floor an arm wrapped around my waist. I deck chaired over his arm but didn't hit the floor!

Me: 1 Floor: 0

Then I realised that he was literally holding my waist. My face lit up like a bonfire and I was quickly pulled up into a standing position. Oh god social Interaction.

Dylan's and Light's and Dark's POV

OH MY GODS!
YOUR HOLDING HIS WAIST!
OH MY GODS HIS HIPS FEEL SO GOOD!
OH MY GODS ISN'T THIS WHAT PERVERTED PEOPLE DO?!?
IT'S LIKE A FANFICTION!!!
THIS IS SO CLICHÈ BUT I LOVE IT!
YES YES YES YES YES! OH MY GODS  SHIP IT! MY SHIP SHALL SAIL!!!
OKAY LET'S BE RATIONAL SET HIM DOWN ON HIS FEET!
Shut the Hell up.

Both the voices went quiet but whispers of fangirling still flitted in. I pulled him to his feet and stood back not wanting to seem pervy.

"U-um Sup?" Dylan asked making it see as awkward as you could possibly get.

"Hey," The boy mumbled back cautiously. He took a slight step back and I may have or may not let that to might heart.
He'll never like you so don't get you hopes up.
Why even bother living if the love of your life will never like you back.
STOP IT! Just because he took a step back from you doesn't mean he doesn't like you. Just means he's afraid of people who stalk him. Like we did!

"I saw you walking in the same direction as me so I thought since you weren't singing I could get you in the mood and if your feeling down then I could help you but maybe that's just complete bull and you hate me and," I rambled while nervously tapping
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Onto my leg over and over again.

"Shut up please?" He asked quickly over my ramblings and I stopped suddenly. It was like I was under his control like a Puppet of the sorts, "Thank you first of all what in the name of things does it make it socially acceptable to pratically stalk we?"

"It doesn't," I said grinning, "But I don't like social expectations!" The boy rolled his eyes before relaxing slightly more.

"So they are the answers I'm gonna get eh?" He said rhetorically.

I nodded confidently before asking quickly, "Can I get a name to the face?" I was really hoping I could get it. That would be pretty cool.
He'll never give it to-

"Elijah," He said a smile playing on his lips. He suddenly got very stiff and turned away coldly, "Don't try to follow me please," He said and began walking swiftly away from Dylan.

He mumbled a goodbye before studying him as he walked off. He looked tired of a sort.

You were right Dark he is going to the cemetery.
Oh my gods you admitted he was right! This is the Upside Down World! But do I ship i-
No Light You are not shipping it.
But your ship name would be...
Dylan...
Dark...
Dylark?
Dyark?
Dark Dylan?
SHUT UP!
Both of you.

Dylan began to walk again. Towards the flower shop then through the back entrance of the cemetery. He wondered it's roads looking for a distraction but there was none. Well... until he saw a Elijah sobbing next to someone's grave.