Dedicated to EmilyBaxterRobertson

Emily's Point of View

It has been an entire month since I confessed my love to Dylan.

Thirty days ago, I had decided to give my heart and soul to Dylan.

Thirty days ago, I had been cured of my allergy to love.

Thirty days ago, if someone had come to me and said that I would tear off my boarding pass because I would realize I couldn't be without Dylan, I would laugh in their face. If someone told me then, that I would remember the date of that day, I would tell me them to go seek medical help.

I was never the type of girl to celebrate monthly anniversaries, or even be bothered to remember them.

The truth is, I haven't remembered this one either. It's like the date is etched in my mind clearly, I haven't taken extra efforts to mark it on the calendar, or memorize it, or set a reminder. And something tells me, it's never going to fade. No matter how hard I try to forget, it's not going to stir.

Not that I'm going to tell Dylan about it. I don't want to come across as a clingy girl. I'm sure he won't remember, and if I remind him he will the 'oh you are soooo in love with me' card.

Nah. Nada. Not happening.

Today is Sunday, so I'm chilling at home, lying in bed reading the dictionary.

Suddenly, my phones.

From: Dylan

Good morning beautiful!

I check the time in my wall clock.

Half past four

Ughh! How many times does this clock stop functioning.

I check the time in my phone.

9:30 a.m.

I text Dylan back.

Someone's up early.

Almost immediately my phone buzzes again.

Dylan:Yeahhh. Are you free tonight?

Emily: Yup! Why?

Dylan: Great! I'll pick you up at 7.

Emily: Alright. Where to?

Dylan: Surprise Surprise Quartza! (;

I grin cheekily at his reply.

It's been a month and Dylan still keeps me on my toes.

He always surprises me in one way or the other. Sometimes he brings a huge rose bouquet to school, sometimes slipping notes into my locker and who can forget the standing in the middle of the canteen and singing "You Belong with Me" by Taylor Swift.

Yes! He did that.

I chuckle to memory of him being pulled out from the canteen, by the ear, by the lunch lady. But him being him, he continued to sing.

6:55 p.m.
Emily's house

I take one final look at myself in the mirror.

I have worn a black dress that stops a few inches above the knees. It has a lace front, that exposes some part of my cleavage. The region around the neck has a beautiful embroidery. I simply blow dried my hair, leaving it wavy at the end.

I chose to wear this because, Dylan absolutely refused to tell me where we going. This dress was neither too formal, nor too casual.

At least I hoped so.

The bell rang, and I ran downstairs, almost tripping in my heels.

I rushed to the door, took a deep breath and turned the door knob.

Dylan stood there looking devastatingly handsome in a black dress shirt and black formal pants.

He wolf-whistled upon seeing me, and I simply rolled my eyes.

Dylan took my hand, and I stepped outside the house.

"You look beautiful, as always!", he said, and kissed my cheek.

I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks.

"Oooooh! Someone's blushing", he coos in my ear.

I hit him in the arm.

"Ow!", he winced.

He held the car door open for me. I thanked him, and slipped in.

"So, where are we going?", I ask, as soon as he starts driving.

"Someplace", he retorts.

"And where is this someplace?", I ask.

"You'll have to see", he says.

"Do you want me to start singing, along with the music, like last time?", I ask.

"Sure!", he says, gesturing to the music system in his car.

I look at him suspiciously. I push the 'play' button, but nothing seems to happen. I push it again, and again, and again....

He chuckles.

Bloody bastard! He disconnected the music system.

7:15 p.m.

"We're here!", he says.

I look out of the window, to see a really posh hotel.

Dylan opens the door for me, and offers me his arm.

I gladly take it.

The hotel seems really expensive. I'm looking around in awe, and I don't even realise that we have entered the hotel.

"Good evening ! How can I help you?", the stewardess asks.

"We have reservations under the name of Dylan Castle", Dylan says.

The stewardess looks at her register.

"This way sir", she says, and takes us to the our table.

If I was awe-struck earlier, I was way more surprised now.

Our table was near the wall made of glass, and it had the best sea-view. I could see the waves hitting the shore, and it was so beautiful.

"Enjoy your meal", I heard the stewardess say, and walk off.

I walked to the wall and stood there, taking in the scenic beauty.

I felt two arms come around my waist, and hugging me tightly from behind.

"Do you like it?", he asks, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder.

"Like it? More like love it!", I say.

He chuckles at my enthusiasm.

"But Castle, you don't have to do all this. There are other ways to keep the fire ignited. You don't need to go all out", I say turning around, in his arms.

"Emily", he says putting a lock of hair behind my ear,"I'm not doing it because I have to, I'm doing it because I want to. Besides, today is special"

"Why?", I ask.

Does he remember too?

"You forgot? A month ago from today, you confessed your undying love for me. Remember?", he says cockily.

I let the cockiness slide for now.

"You remember!!!", I say excitedly.

"Yeah", he says giving me weird look.

"I thought only I remembered!", I say looking into his eyes, and placing my hands on his chest.

He sighs.

"Quartza, it's not only you or only me in this relationship. It's you and me together. Us, forever and a day", he says.

I chuckle.

"Forever and a day? Shakespeare much?", I ask.

"Ahh! Well. What can I say? English is my favourite subject", he says.

No sh*t, he memorizes every line of As You Like It.

We stare into each other eyes.

I don't how long is it when I break the silence.

"I love you Dylan", I say.

"I love you, too", he retorts almost immediately.

I take a deep breath. I still haven't gotten used to the elephants in my tummy, when he says that.

"So, what's for dinner?", I ask, randomly.

"Ahh that!", he says and turns around.

He holds my hand, and pulls out a chair for me.

"Thank you", I say politely.

No sooner did we sit, when the waiter arrived with our food.

One would think that in such a posh hotel the food served would be luxurious.

So you could imagine my horror, when the waiter served us lasagna, hamburgers and chocolate milkshake.

"How do you like the food?", Dylan asked.

"It's amazing!!", I answer, practically jumping in my seat.

He chuckles, shaking his head.

"Calm down!", he says.

Honestly, I love the view of the hotel and all, but I was scared that the food in such a posh hotel might be bland and boring.

After a while when we are done eating, the waiter serves us a cake.

A fudge cake.

On top of the fudge cake there is 'WILL YOU BE MY PROM QUEEN?' written, with walnuts.

I look up at Dylan to find him looking hopefully at me.

I look at him adoringly. This guy sitting in front of me loves me, and I love him back.

I really don't know if Dylan and I will last forever. I am hoping for it to happen with all my heart, I am ready to struggle for us with all that I have.

There is something I have learnt. I had a notion that 'love is pain', and I am sure many people still do. It is pain and misery, until you submit to it. You cannot be in love and be afraid, at the same time. If you are afraid in love, then you are bound to be doomed.

Love is bravery, love is war. Love is a war, where everyone wins. Love is a sickness, love is an allergy. Love is an allergy that can only be cured with love.

I was allergic to love, an allergy that Dylan cured me of.

"If its a yes, just eat a bite from the cake", he says nervously, when I don't answer for a while.

I give him a toothy grin, and look down at the cake.

I realize something....

"Uhh.....", I stutter.

Ugh! Why do I have to be allergic? I don't want to break his heart.

"Don't tell me, you're having second thoughts about us now", he says.

"No, no! It's not that. I will go to the prom with you", I say hurriedly.

Relief washes over his once tensed expression.

"The thing is that I'm allergic to walnuts...", I say.