Dylan wakes up next to Amy and smiles. He likes having her around.

He sits up and tries to get out of bed quietly so that he does not wake her up. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

The first thing he thinks about is Emily's diary sitting in his sock drawer.

He thinks it's crazy that he just had wild sex with Amy and all he can think about is Emily. Specifically Emily's diary.

The entries in the diary are really eating away at him. He wants to read it quickly and finish it so that he can find out a few things he needs to know.

1. How she knew she was going to die.
2. Who killed her.
3. Why she was killed.

But he can't read the diary with Amy still here. He will have to wait until she leaves or he risks her finding out that he has it in his possession.

His creaky front door opens, signaling to Dylan that his mom is home from work. He forgot she was coming home soon. He knows she is not going to be happy that there is a naked girl in his bed.

He jumps out of his bed and quickly wakes Amy up so she will be aware of what is going on

"What's going on?" Amy asks, half asleep. Dylan holds a finger up to his mouth to signal to her to be quiet.

"My mom is home. You have to hide." Dylan instructs her quietly. He knows his mom is coming up the stairs as they speak. He is panicking.

"What?" She asks, still half asleep.

Dylan pulls the covers over her head. "Don't move."

His mom opens the door without knocking, something she does regularly.

"Hey Dyl." She smiles as she enters the doorway.

Dylan had enough time to pull some shorts over his body so that he would not be completely naked when his mother entered the room unannounced like she usually does.

"Hey mom." Dylan replies, hoping she says hi and then leaves so he can get Amy out of the predicament she is in right now. She can't stay under the blankets and motionless forever. It is going to get hot under there and she is going to start to cramp up in the position she is in.

"I'm going to start making lunch now." She informs him.

Dylan nods.

His mom looks at the bed and then at the rest of the room. "You really need to make your bed Dylan. It is a lumpy mess over there. And clean up your room while you are at it. There are clothes all over!"

Dylan nods. He just wants her to leave the room. He can't stand the awkwardness of Amy hiding under his covers so his mom doesn't find out.

She closes the door. Dylan lets out a sigh of relief. He thinks he has gotten away with hiding his girlfriend under his sheets.

His mom opens the door again. "Oh and one more thing," she begins.

"Yes?" Dylan asks.

"If your girlfriend wants to come down and eat with us, she is more than welcome to. We are having macaroni and cheese." She smirks before leaving the room for good.

AN: I don't know if anyone has realized (only if you read more than one of my stories) that I love using names that start with the letter A. They just seem to come to me. Maybe it's because my name starts with an A or maybe it's just the most common letter for a girls name???