Wrong Number ? Dylan O'Brien & Tyler Posey

Chapter 3

"Disney World?" I ask.

"Exactly!" He yells. "It's only 7:00 actually. My family has a ton of free passes we won and they're going to expire if we don't use them so, let's go!" 

"Um, alright," I laugh getting up. I love to see the goofy side of Mike, and not the jock side sometimes.

As we were leaving the party, I caught Amanda dancing next to her "love life," Luke. She looks at me confusingly. 

"We're going to Disney World!" I yell at her, since the music was so loud.

"Have fun!" She yells back, drunk as hell.

I hoped in Mike's car and we drove thirty minutes to Magic Kingdom.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this. Do you take every girl to Disney?" I joke.

"Yeah, actually. One night me and my grandma came, it was pretty special," He responds, full sarcasm. Him and I laugh.

We approach the entrance and give in the passes. 

"We got four hours to do whatever the hell we want. Let's make it count!" He yells. 

We went on endless amount of rides having a great amount of fun. I never knew I would be at Disney World at night with my crush. I guess Forrest was right, Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

"We are going on Splash Mountain," I beg him.

"But that has a big drop," He says, scared.

"And we're going on it," I smile, taking his hand and running across the park to the ride.

--A few hours later--

"Did you see that guys face?! He was totally checking you out!" Mike exclaims to me on the drive back to his house. "I was ready to punch him!"

"He looked so much like The Weeknd!" I exclaimed back. "But seriously. Thank you."

"Thank you... for coming with me. That was one of the best night's of my life," He says.

We stop the car in his drive way and look at each other. He starts leaning in and I lean in too. His face is getting closer and closer and before I knew it, his lips slammed onto mine, his hands cupping my face. We pull away after a minute and walk back to his house hand in hand. The party was still as wild as ever.

"I'll come in in a second, just give me a minute," I tell Mike as my phone was ringing.

"Alright," He says, going inside.

I expected it to be Dylan, but it was just my mother. Oh lucky me.

"Yes, my dearest mother?" I ask, sounding all innocent.

"Cara, you get your ass home or else. Wherever you better get home you worthless piece of shit. You were honestly a mistake anyway," She tells me, taking a swig of something on the other line. She's been drinking...

"Screw you," I say, hanging up the phone. Tears started forming in my eyes.

I go inside of Mike's house, him waiting for me at the door. "What happened?" He asks.

"My life happened," I say. "What's the strongest liquor you have?" 

"Cara, don't do something you will regret," He tells me.

"The only regret I would have is going back home," I say.

Some random guy handed me a bottle of liquor. I took a swig of it and it burned my mouth for a second.

I cheered and went upstairs a few minutes later to fix my appearance, since I didn't know if the tears in my eyes were visible.

I looking in the mirror and started to cry. Full on cry. I threw the bottle of whiskey in the trash as my mascara ran down my face. 

I wasn't exactly drunk, so I knew exactly what was happening.

I guess it was clear that I was crying cause Mike came in the bathroom and his eyes grew wide.

I just continued to cry and sob into his chest.

"It's okay, it's okay," He says, rubbing my back.

I went into his room and sat on his bed with him.

"Here, I have clothes for you to change since you don't want to go home," He says. 

"I mean, I could just sleep at my friend's house, I don't want to cause you trouble," I say.

"Nonsense," He laughs, "I even want you to stay here."

He hands me a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. "Here, i'll leave the room so you can have privacy."

"Thank you," I say, changing as he left.

The sweatshirt said Stanford and the sweatpants had Gryffindor written on it. I said he could come back in the room.

"You're a Gryffindor? I am too," I laugh. He nods, laughing.

"You can take the bed, I'll take the floor," He says.

I lie down in his bed and speak up, "Hey, Mike? Can you sleep next to me, after all, it is your bed and I am invading it, so."

"It's not invading if I want you here," He says coming up on the bed.

He kisses my forehead as he lays down next to me. "Goodnight, Cara."

"Goodnight, Mike," I say, lying my head on his chest.