𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 -bob dylan

─ 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

"zimmerman, i'm freezing."

she didn't know how many times he had chuckled that day, but this one had to be added to her never ending list that she kept notating neatly on within her head.

"one, how about you just call me dylan, ferosia. and two, why didn't you bring a coat? it's early september sweet-cheeks, it's not going to be like the fifth of july." he took too much pride, and humor, in how she furrowed her eyebrows at him calling her by her real name. she preferred sia, she knew this. but it was just his growing wit that only increased with his new residence.

"i didn't think it would be freezing- plus i did pack clothes but no jackets... can you really blame me though? even you say i live under a rock when it comes to forecasting and predictions." she playfully whacked his arm like she usually did when trailing back to past words he had once spoken to her. either in airy chuckles, through gritted teeth, or delightful beams.

"i have a jacket, it's right on my seat sia, you literally could just reach over and grab it," he laughed, not at her per say, but rather at her judgement. her actions. her observations for things miles away but her lack of observation for things merely inches away from her.

"o-oh, sorry, i really don't know how i missed that." her chuckle was more awkward. like that chuckle you make at some family gathering where you only know your parents, and they've already deserted you to go converse with some couple you're almost certain aren't even related to you.

that was her kind of chuckle.

before she reached over to grab it, she tried to calm herself down. her mind flooded with thoughts that contained pure, childish, 'what ifs'. what if, she pushed him, and due to his reaction he would swerve the car into another and they would both die. or, what if, she accidentally brushed her other hand along his- y'know. but then she came to her blurry senses and reminded herself, that would be borderline impossible.

but she eventually reached for it. her fingers orderly curled around the hems of his corduroy jacket that made her mind spin in child like curiosity that she couldn't simply contain in thoughts. she felt a burning need to jokingly voice all her concerns to him, more of those concerns were sarcastic, but still.

"corduroy? really zimmy? seriously? this isn't fucking wool or at least just fleece- you may as well just have denim," she grinned at his eyebrow raising. he shook his head, shoving her playfully near the door with his swift touch of falling feathers.

she blushed when she felt his knuckles leave her, she blushed hard. maybe her face became a deep rogue when his hands were already on her, but feeling them leave her- it felt wrong to the point she wanted them back.

"well i happen to like that jacket, and if you don't, just give it back to me. i never told you to wear doll."

"doll? what a charmer you are robert," she shook her head as he did previously. more so out of questions that she tried to conceal through spirited manners.

it was his turn to blush, she never called him by his first name. sort of like her cursing in front of her overbearing parents she used to constantly rage to him about. he had never called her doll either- he liked calling her it though. he'd have to save that one for sometime tomorrow. maybe see if she would even blush.

"i only charm you, babe," he thought in that moment maybe he was taking too many risks. putting himself too forward. dressing himself up as someone whom didn't match his characteristics whatsoever.

but it sure was fun, though. watching her face coil in different expressions at the different nicknames he tossed at her, gently of course. he could tell she was used to babe, he used that one too much in his childhood days. it was probably his favorite word, next to the word: idiot. he simply believed in his own whirling mind that the word idiot rolled off the tongue nicely. and he liked when words did so.

"fuck what time is it?" she asked him, but the question was sheer compared to the thick yawn she displayed.

"wow, cursing already? so naughty-"

"give me the time zimmerman, or i'll boop your nose."

"fine," he checked his shimmering watch, "5 o clock."

she let her hand fly to his curls that they both knew were about to be tousled messily into tangled strands, "see, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙