I laid on Dylan's bed, waiting for him to come out of the shower. No one had said a word since Mr. Arthur came to pick us up. Mr. Arthur himself hadn't even looked at me. I felt more uncomfortable than ever but there's nothing I can do about it. I had to stay since that's what Dylan said he wanted.
The part of me that felt I had something to do with why Dylan and Mr. Arthur were in a bad mood was dead. Now I'm just worried about them. I already picked up a hint of what was going on.
"Sorry to keep you waiting.", Dylan said as soon as he came out of the bathroom.
"Don't worry about it.", I said, sitting up and turning to him.?
He was fully dressed but his hair was still a bit wet.
"Uhh...", he trailed, proceeding to sit next to me. "You can ask me what's wrong. I don't know how to start explaining if you don't."
"Oh... Hehe.", I laughed awkwardly, sighing after. "So what happened?", I finally asked.