It seems that my subconscious wants to send me some kind of message with the music it plays in my dreams, I mean, "Then when the cops close the fair, I cut my long baby hair. Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere..." is not a lyric you hear at any time in your life. I wake up with difficulty and rub my eyes with the back of my hand while I place the other one on my belly and greet my little baby as I usually do for some time now. I leave the room and walk without making much noise towards the place where the music is coming from. Finally I reach a secluded room, I had never paid attention to this door, it's not the one Dylan refused to show me, I'm sure it's another one. I bring my ear close to the door and hear a beautiful piano melody followed by a very nice voy following the lyrics of the song. Curiosity begins to get the better of me and I carefully open the door, Dylan is sitting behind a huge piano with his eyes closed singing. It is indeed beautiful. I walk over to the piano and lean on it, I smile as I enjoy watching him sing.

The melody ends and he opens his eyes with a slight smile on his face. He looks into my eyes and I feel the blush on my cheeks, I smile nervously waiting for him to say something.

"How are you feeling?" I shrug my shoulders, not knowing whether to say that after listening to him play and sing my day started to become my favorite day of the month.

"I guess I'm fine," I try to show indifference, but he raises an eyebrow and I'm forced to tell the whole truth. "You obviously know I'm not, you sing so... and you play so... I didn't know that..." I can't complete a sentence and I feel very ridiculous to tell you the truth. Dylan starts laughing as he gets up from the bench. He walks over to me and deposits a kiss on my cheek. That tingle that I always try to avoid appeared the moment his lips touched me.

He guides me out of the room and closes it behind us, I'm very curious to ask about that place, I really want to know how long he's been playing, why he never mentioned it, or why he didn't enter the school contests, he has a lot of talent and.... And he doesn't show it.

"Why have you never played before? I didn't know your liked American Mouth," I ask as we walk to the entrance of the school.

"Of course I do, just not in front of everybody" he turns to me with a raised eyebrow and then turns his eyes to the front. "It´s one of my favorites. How do you know them?".

"I'm still in that twilight-loving mood," I smile proudly.

"Are you serious?," I have never been as serious as when it comes to this topic.

"Of course I know it, as soon as I finished the books and the movies, I started collecting all kinds of objects related to it..." he interrupts laughing. 

"Okay... I didn't know that about you," I laugh mockingly at him for his comment.

"To tell you the truth, I don't think you know much about me," it was not a complete lie, I arrived at his home with a suitcase of clothes and some belongings, but there is nothing else that can give him a clue as to who I am. Unless, with alcohol in my system, I've been telling him secrets and don't remember it. Anyway, I use that phrase to joke around a bit and just give him my best mocking look, which melts as soon as he gets too close to me cornering me in the lockers. It was supposed to be a joke, is he going to hit me or something?

"I know you like to sleep on your right side, you have to read a chapter before you go to sleep, you love love stories. You also keep a journal that you no longer write in under the mattress stuck to the wall, you like to say hello to our baby when you wake up, you don't like lettuce because you think you are eating grass, you love dogs, you are allergic to strawberries and bitter chocolate is your life, you can't stay in doubt about something, you always have to ask questions and you have no filter for it. With coffee you get hyperactive. You miss living with your parents but you resent what they did to you. The scar on your left wrist was made by you with a razor. You are very insecure about yourself although you don't show it, your best friend is called Meg and you met her in a pharmacy. You are afraid to live with me, however deep inside you want to believe that I will take care of you although you shouldn't worry about it. And lastly you are nervous about me holding your hand," he moves his hand slightly closer to mine. He comes up to my lips and instinctively I close my eyes, but instead of kissing me he diverts his lips to my ear. "Be careful next time you want to tease me, Allie," he pulls away from me with a triumphant smile and I'm left looking stupid glued to the lockers. What an idiot. I really just want to punch him but it would look so childish and I can't answer him because I just don't know what to say to him. I just roll my eyes pretending to be irritated and continue walking holding his hand. I hear him chuckle behind my back and he lets go of my hand to put his arm around my shoulders and continue on our way.

I find myself looking at a fixed point on the blackboard while I fight against my eyelids to prevent them from closing due to the unbearable sleep I have, the teacher asks us to copy what is on the blackboard, I take my pen too slowly and start to doodle scribbles pretending to copy what is on the blackboard. The bell rings startling me, I look at my notebook and it's full of letters and words without any order or sense, I need to get the notes or my exam won't be pretty. Besides sleepy, I'm hungry and thank the lord it's lunch time, I start walking down the hallway until I bump into someone. I take a few steps back while focusing on who I bumped into. A gorgeous brunette girl waves her hair backwards and smiles at me with her precious lips with red lipstick. 

"Hi, "I don't know what makes me more nauseous, my pregnancy or her Victoria's Secret vanilla fragance. In an attempt to be polite I greet her moving to the side to pass, but she blocks my way moving the same way I do. "I wanted to ask you something," I nod my head waiting for her to ask her question, "Are you taking hormones?," I open my eyes in disbelief. "Or are you taking the bars they give to American football players to move up the ranks?," I raise an eyebrow. Is she really bodyshamming me? "Oh, I know, it's nothing like that, you're just fatter," I roll my eyes and move again to pass, however, she loves to tease me and once again stands in front of me. "Ugly, isn't it? Gaining weight so drastically in a few months, I would feel terrible, I mean.... You weren't as thin as I was, but nobody said anything to you, but now that you've gained weight, can you imagine what people will say about you? Don't you worry about the looks you'll get? I would die of shame in the end?" I stop listening to her because my eyes start to mist up, I never cared about the comments directed at me, I usually ignored them and went on my way, but Barbie's words are hurting me, and a lot. I press my lips together and turn around starting to run, arms catch me and start caressing my head while my tears wet his t-shirt.

"Don't cry anymore, love," he tightens his arms around me and places a kiss on my head. "Barbara, stop it. What the hell? You are a woman just as her and you are bodyshamming her for no reason? Aren't you supposed to support her, instead?"

"How sensitive you two are, it was just a comment...," He interrupts her.

"It doesn't matter, we are not interested in your comments, do me a favor and leave," I hear the chestnut's grunt and her heels moving away. "You know that the only thing she wants to do is to bother you. I know the person crying is hormonal Allie, but you have no idea how much it hurts me to see her cry.," he gets off me and with a weak smile she places a kiss on my forehead. "Let's go eat, you must be hungry.

We get to the cafeteria and I order a pizza first. Months ago I would have been disgusted to eat the horrible pizza at school, since there is so much grease coming out of it, but I am seriously starving. I sit down to enjoy my food, and when I finish, Dylan passes me a plate with fruit, I finish it still hungry, I keep "nibbling" on the food I find, until Dylan passes me a bar of bitter chocolate, I'm sure my eyes shine brightly because the boy next to me laughs at my expression. I'm just about to put the chocolate in my mouth, when suddenly the bell rings signaling the return to the classrooms, indignantly I put the chocolate in my backpack and return to my classroom.

What a day. I look at the clock and am surprised at how late it is, did I really take all afternoon doing chores? I try to sleep and manage to fall asleep in the first few seconds, but after a while the melody of the piano wakes me up again. It's not a complaint, I wouldn't mind waking up every day like this. I don't recognize the song, but judging by the lyrics it's very nice, I turn over the bed and find it empty. Dylan was the one playing again. I get up and repeat the same as in the morning. I go to the bedroom and without bothering to make little noise, I open the door, Dylan is still with his eyes closed singing; let me love you, and I will love you until you learn to love yourself..", for some very stupid reason of course, I start to cry. Dylan opens his eyes and sees me standing to the side over the door.

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I hear some sobs and I open my eyes, Allison is standing by the door, her arms crossed with her head down, she looks too fragile. I get up and walk towards her, I hold her in my arms and she starts to cry harder. She understood my message. The song was for her, as stupid as it sounds I want to love her and help her love herself, we will raise a baby together and I want it to be the happiest baby in the world. Her breathing calms down, I pull away from her a little and look her straight in the eyes.

"You asked me why I had never played before, actually I don't think anyone had ever made me want to play again before you. You are like my nuse," she starts laughing and wiping the tears from her eyes.

"It's "muse" I was waiting for her to correct me.

"I know, I just wanted to see you smile," her smile when she hears that is beautiful, and still laughing she starts to cry again.

"Oh don't say that," she laughs with a few tears coming out of her eyes, "You cheater. Finn said it to Rachel in one of the Glee episodes," I hug her again laughing at how fragile and sensitive she is when she's pregnant.

"He also told her that he loved her, as I love you," I seal her lips with a tender and long kiss, which made her see the whole galaxy in a moment.