Chapter 44: When Pigs Fly

When pigs fly, people will stop talking about you. They'll stop with the jealous stares and the rumor mills. When pigs fly, you'll be better than everyone else and everyone will worship the ground you walk on for no apparent reason. 
When you fly, you won't care about all this stuff because you'll be too high above them anyway. So spread your wings and take flight, butterfly.

~Starlight24 

"You guys are so cute," cooed Deeds and I grinned at her. It had been three weeks since Dylan and I had gotten together, and it was fun doing all this couple-y stuff. Dylan had stayed with me at the hotel that night (apparently we stayed over at that hotel. I don't even know anymore) and he'd told me everything about pretty much everything. He told me about Deirdre and Jase, and I'd even confronted Deeds about it, and she'd cried. I'd never seen Deeds cry so much in my life, and she was crying about what a bad friend she'd been. Turns out Jase had liked her the whole time, but had kept me around because he was unsure or something.

I knew there was a reason I gave up on that guy.

Dylan and Deeds talked everything out too, and now all of us are pretty chilled out with each other. I couldn't have asked for a better group of friends. Now that I've told everyone I'm Starlight, things seem so much lighter on me and I feel like I've got no more secrets to hide, and no more weights tied down on me and pulling me to the ground.

"You know what would be better? If she actually agreed!" Dylan pestered, guilt-tripping me again for the tenth time that day.

I turned to him and rolled my eyes exaggeratedly. "N-O spells no, Dylan," I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Okay, give me one good reason," he said, looking annoyed.

"It's junior prom, I don't feel the need to go somewhere only to see that other people wear a stupid tiara on their head while moving around in gowns that probably weigh as much as them while people eat and drink. I'm perfectly fine staying home."

I'd had the same conversation at least a hundred times in the past one hour. Deeds had gushed about how we'd finally ended the 'Dylay', which was a pathetically funny pun on our ship name, apparently. Then, Dylan had slipped in that prom was two weeks from now.

I had obviously declined. Come on, me in a dress voluntarily DANCING!? No, that wasn't happening.

"And what are you going to do at home?" asked Hailey, rolling her eyes at me. She was going with some guy in her math class, Marie and Zach were going together and Deeds was dragging Jase along. Speaking of Jase, the two of us had talked things out too. I was practically in a perfect situation now.

"I am going to sit in my bedroom under my covers, eat ice cream and watch movies," I said, honestly.

"What about me?" asked Dylan in an accusatory voice. "What will I do?"

I turned to him and pecked his lips. "You are more than welcome to join me as I sit in my bedroom under my covers, eat ice cream and watch movies," I said, giggling at his exasperated expression. I felt bad for the guy, I truly did. It must be a pain dating me.

Dylan rolled his eyes and stole my brownie, but I didn't say anything in objection because I was being a bit of a brat.

"You're impossible," he grumbled, and I laughed.

"I'm not stopping you from going, Daniels," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm only stopping you from going with a date," I clarified.

"But I don't want to go to prom if it's not with you!" he whined.

"I'm sorry," I said, because I truly was. "It's just that I'm so sick and tired of parties and stuff."

Marie pouted at me and Nat punched me lightly in the arm.

"So there's no chance that you'll come at all?" asked Bryan, who wasn't going with anyone. Hey, he could go with Dylan! I ship it!

Wait, I just shipped my boyfriend with a guy. Am I weird or what?

I shook my head, obstinately. "I'm going to junior prom when pigs fly," I swore, pursing my lips and crossing over my chest with my fingers.

Dylan suddenly turned to me and smirked. "I'm holding you up against that offer, Snowflake," he said, before leaving a lingering kiss on my cheek.

I furrowed my brows, confused. "What does that mean?" I asked, noting his scheming expression.

He shrugged and stared at me with a faux innocent expression. "Oh, I don't know, what does it mean?" he asked, shrugging, before leaving the cafeteria.

That boy was super weird, but I loved him all the same. "Should I be scared?" I asked, rhetorically.

"Oh, definitely," Nat said, before giving Dylan a wary look.

Nat and I had also cleared things out. She didn't like him much anymore, and she'd started dating someone... wait for it... Max. And this time, they both were determined to make it work.

I shrugged. "Oh, what's the worst he'll do?"

*****

"Get ready, we're going out," Dylan said over the phone, and I frowned. It was the night of prom, and true to my word, I was stuck at home.

"Where to?" I asked. "If you kidnap me and take me to prom, I'm going to kill you and throw your body in a volcano," I threatened.

He sighed loudly. "Well, it was worth the shot. That's not what I'm going for, though. Just get ready... wear a nice dress."

I rolled my eyes, even if he couldn't see me. "I told you, I'm not going to—"

He cut me off. "You'll go only when pigs fly. Yeah, yeah, I got it," he said, and I could hear his annoyance and I grinned. It was great to know I had a lasting annoying effect on him.

"I'm sorry baby, I love you, but I really hate prom," I said, letting my hair down from its bun as I walked into the bathroom. I then put him on speaker and turned on the water.

"Doesn't your love for me overrule your hate for prom?" he whined, but then he stopped. "Are you having a bath?" he asked, sounding thoroughly amused.

"Yes," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Do you want me to join you?" he asked, suggestively, and I made fake-gagging noises.

"Again, when pigs fly," I said, feeling my cheeks grow red. "Don't be weird, Daniels," I said, laughing.

"I'm sure it can be arranged," he said cheekily, as I began shampooing my hair.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, curious.

"I'm not telling you. Just make sure you look nice," he said, and I could imagine him acting like he was sealing his lips shut.

"Don't I always look nice?" I teased, giggling.

"Hmm... I don't know, do you?" he asked, pausing in mock thought.

"I'm beautiful, shut up," I said, before rinsing my hair out.

"Well, I mean, beauty is what people have on the inside, so... I'm still not convinced you are," he said, and I could hear his grin over the phone and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'm black on the inside. My heart, my soul, my being and my personality are all full of the evil that parents warned their children off when they were littler through Disney villains," I said, trying to sound as mean as I could in that sentence but failing when I burst out laughing again.

"You're being racist," he said, as if pointing out something. "Who decided that black was the color symbolizing evil, huh? Why isn't white the bad one?"

"Black was named that way because the ancient people believed it didn't have the goodness to absorb light within its depths. In the Roman Empire, it became the color of mourning, and over the centuries it was frequently associated with death, evil, witches and magic," I said, automatically.

There was silence.

"Whoa," Dylan breathed out. "How the hell do you know that!?"

I laughed. "Well, I was homeschooled. I had a lot of free time," I explained, conditioning my hair now.

He sighed. "Of course, instead of doing what a normal human being did by binging on social media, you decided to go ahead and analyze the roots of colors."

"You make me sound so pathetic," I whined, now done with my bath as I wrapped a towel around my waist and picked out a gown. There was this fancy pink dress that I'd always wanted to wear, so I decided now would be a better time than ever.

"You are pretty pathetic," he pointed out, and I rolled my eyes even if he couldn't see me.

"Anyway, what do you think of this outfit? Would a pink A-line chiffon frock with a white net over it work for the occasion?" I asked, slipping into a pair of undergarments.

"Is it short or revealing?" he asked, his over protective mode on.

"No, you don't need to feel so threatened," I teased, and he laughed at me.

"This wasn't for the other guys' benefit; it was for my own," he said, and my cheeks went as pink as my dress, which was a pretty darn bright color.

"You're disgusting," I mused.

"You love me," he sang, and I rolled my eyes again.

"Sure, whatever you say," I said, acting disinterested.

I wore the dress and began working with my makeup. I didn't usually wear much, but I wore a bit of mascara and eye liner tops when I was going out.

"It's always whatever I say, because I'm the boss," he proclaimed.

"Are you, now?" I asked, puckering my lips and putting on a bit of colored chap-stick. It wasn't lipstick though, just one of those things that little girls wore to parties to feel more important. I didn't like the heavy feeling of lipstick so I never wore it.

"Are you done yet?" he asked, and I nodded, but then realized he couldn't see me. 

"Yep," I said, popping my p. "And I look really good," I said, coming out of the bathroom, still toweling my hair and plugging in the hair dryer.

"I know," he said, and I turned around to see him leaning in through his window, before hopping out of his and jumping expertly into my room. "Did you have to change in your bathroom?" he teased, pouting at me before pulling me close and kissing me deeply, his mouth molding across my own like it was meant to be.

I pulled away and giggled a little, flicking his nose with my finger. "Now you've got berry flavored chap-stick all over your lips, good job," I said, rolling my eyes.

He licked his lips and kissed me again, and I groaned in response but kissed him back anyway, because it was Dylan and I loved him to bits even if he was annoying. Also, it was the least I could do especially since I wasn't going to prom and he wasn't either.

I pushed him away and he whined, and I began blow-drying my hair. "Curly or straight?" I asked, motioning towards my hair.

"It's perfect as it is, just like you," he said, snaking his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes and shot him with a blast of hot air from the dryer.

"You're made of cheese," I said dryly.

"You love it," he countered, and I grinned.

"Yep, I do," I said, before combing out my hair. It looked wavy and curled at the ends, but it smelt divine.

"Meet me outside your house in five minutes," he ordered, before jumping into his house again.

"You're ready?" I asked, and then I realized he'd been wearing a tux this whole time. I whistled, "Damn, you fly," I grinned.

He smirked at me. "Took you long enough, Snowflake," he said, smirking.

I added final touches and put on a fresh layer of gloss over my lips before heading out.

I then stood outside the house and screamed when I saw what was in front of me.

There, before my very eyes, Dylan was standing and holding strings that carried at least fifty large balloons. Attached to these balloons was a very disgruntled and confused pig.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" I exclaimed, and then, to my absolute horror...

Dylan Daniels LET GO OF THE FREAKING STRINGS.

"Surprise! Now you get to go to prom with me," he said, and I watched as the pig oinked pathetically as it began to soar, feeling flabbergasted. What had just happened!?

"What!?" I shrieked, watching as the pig began to wriggle around as it soared above our house.

"You said you'd only come to prom with me when pigs flew, so..." he trailed off, and then one of the balloons popped and the pig sagged at a weird angle. "Shit."

I screamed again, feeling utterly useless. Then, an idea struck me. "Well, our dads' have a helicopter in their office in case of emergencies, and I'm pretty darn sure THIS IS AN EMERGENCY."

I then began running, remembering where the office was. It was roughly a 10 minute drive, but I was sure if I sprinted, I'd make it there in 15. Dylan was running in step beside me, but I didn't bother stopping to acknowledge him. Thankfully now my cast had been removed, so I was perfectly capable of running, but my stamina was practically dead so it was a pain to run.

However, if I didn't run, it wouldn't only be my stamina that would die. The poor pig would, too. Although I knew that it was probably going to be sold to some shop to get turned into a meat dish, this seemed like a pretty awful fate.

I wonder how I'd have felt if I'd gotten snagged by some prom-obsessed boy and then tied to balloons. I'd feel pretty awful.

After what seemed like hours, I rounded up in front of my Dad's small building. It wasn't miniscule, but since it was a start-up it was comparatively tiny. I frantically pushed through the glass doors and ran in, ignoring the cries of outrage from the guards.

"Where's Derrick Winters?" I asked breathlessly to the lady at the lobby. She pushed her glasses up her hooked nose and flipped through some papers.

"He's in Room 62 upstairs," she drawled, disinterested. She had that typical and annoying valley-girl accent and I cringed. "Why, what do you wanna do when ya see him?"

"I'm his daughter," I said, before slamming my fists against her table, making her flinch. "Take me to him, goddammit!"

"Day?" came a voice, and I turned around to meet the eyes of my very confused father. "What are you doing here?"

Relief flooded my body. "Daddy, I need your helicopter. Pronto."

Dylan was just standing awkwardly next to me, but he piped up. "Please, we'll make it quick."

"What happened? Do you want some dramatic entrance to wherever it is you're going to?" asked Dad, sarcastically. I groaned loudly.

"No! I don't care about where we're going to, honest! Long story short, there's a pig that's currently probably in the stratosphere tied to nothing but a bunch of rapidly popping balloons." I rushed out, my words all overlapping and sounding like a garbled mess.

Dad widened his eyes at me. "Okay, follow me," he said, before leading us towards the elevator where we went to the top floor. There was a helicopter in front of us, and I gasped and ran in. Daddy, Dylan and three guards followed, and before I knew it, we were off.

If the situation we were in hadn't been so dire, this would have been a thrilling experience. The whole city was speckled below me and it stretched out for miles, and the world looked like a giant dollhouse. It was better than travelling by plane.

In a matter of two minutes, we were directly above my house. We just needed to go a little higher, and we'd be able to find the pig.

I scanned the skies, my heart thumping loudly in my throat. Suddenly, I heard a pathetic animalistic grunt, and I knew we'd found our pig.

"There it is!" Dylan pointed, and we went towards it.

"I'm lowering the hatch, please fasten your seat belts," came the voice of the pilot. Then, the door was lowered and a harness was tied to one of the guards as he looked out and stretched his arms, before ensnaring the pig within his grasp and pulling it in, cutting off all the balloons with a pair of scissors. He then tipped back in and shut the door, and I heard the satisfying click of the locks as it fell into place.

I breathed out a sigh of absolute solace, before turning to Dylan with a glare. "What is wrong with you!?" I exclaimed, feeling furious.

Dylan's cheeks turned red. "I'm so sorry, Day, I didn't think it would actually fly. Technically, the weight of the pig should have countered the balloon... I mean, look at that thing!"

I turned and stared at the giant pink blob of a pig that was on the guard's lap and was now peeing. "Apologize to the pig," I ordered, humoring him.

He widened his eyes in protest, but then he saw the serious glint in my eyes and gulped. "Dear Mr. Piglet, I'm truly very sorry to have made you fly," he said, and his voice caught a little, and I could see him struggling to contain his laughter.

Before I knew it, we were both in heaps on the floor with echoing peals of laughter.

Dad gazed at us with a very unhappy expression. "That was extremely irresponsible of the two of you," he said, before breaking into a smile himself and joining us, unable to contain his laughter either. Seriously, who else gets into these sorts of ridiculous situations but me?

After the laughter died down with only an occasional snicker, I turned to Dylan. "Okay, I'll go to prom with you, only because I'm scared of what you might do next," I said, giggling slightly.

Embarrassment washed over his features. "I'm sorry, we don't need to if you don't want to," he said, biting his lip.

I shrugged. "Eh, what's life without a little fun?" I asked, shrugging and he threw his arms over me, but quickly retracted as he remembered that my dad was in our company as well.

"So, where to now?" asked the pilot, and I grinned and turned to Dylan.

"What about a grand entrance to start things off at that dance?" I asked, a smile playing its way across my lips.

He grinned at me. "When pigs fly, we'll have the best night ever, I promise."

I laughed at that. "Well then, to prom we go!"

A/N:

Hey, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to reply to your comments. The thing is, I'm almost done with this book so rn I'm just in a hurry to get it over with. I promise I've been reading all of them though!

You guys have been the best readers ever. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also guys, did you know something? Dylan O'Brien, the guy I've casted as Dylan, almost DIED while filming one of the Maze Runner movies. Can you believe it? How incredibly sad is that? Apparently, a stunt went majorly wrong. 

Anyway, I really love you guys so much for being so incredibly supportive. Over the past one week, I think I went up by 2, 000 reads! That's crazy. I can't believe I'm on 15K right now! Thanks again, guys!

See? Even Dylan loves you all :P

Kayyy... thoughts on the chapter? The pig? Day? Dylan?

Guys the book is almost done. I can't believe it. I know I've said it roughly a million times but this time I mean it. 2 more chapters and we're done. Over. No more. Nada. Zilch. Zero. *Insert the word zero in other languages*

Teaser: Junior Prom night slip ups...

Song of the Day: Borderline by Tove Styrke 

I hope you enjoyed that random pirate flying pig ^^ because I sure did xD

KAYY BYE.

Love you all,

~Lexi