The Love Complex (Completed)

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"Open your heart. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart" -Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane

It was a Saturday evening, and Regina had been working on her script. Dylan had a day off, and he had been running errands all day, so they had not seen each other. This both depressed and brought relief to Regina, who was becoming more aware of her growing feelings for him.  She knew that it was for the best if they spent less time together. It could also help her get some writing done. However, what she had not counted on was writing gloomy scenes throughout most of the day.

"I hate this," She muttered before she exited the tab. She ended up looking over the comments of her last work.

She read a few, trying to find motivation.

Most of the comments were positive.

"I love Ms. K's work." One comment read. Another one replied saying, "Really!? Me too! This is the second work of hers that I watch. She's spectacular in her craft."

A few others were positive, and then a few negative comments.

"I saw her in an award show; I thought she was an old or ugly girl. She is actually really pretty. I guess that not all pretty girls want to be models nowadays." 

Those sorts of comments often irritated her, but she didn't dare to write a reply just in case they noticed it was her.

Eventually, after a few minutes she gave up and turned off her laptop. She began to walk over to the kitchen, when the front door was opened. It was Dylan, his hair was wet and so was his coat.  

"It's raining outside," He told her, taking off his coat. Regina nodded.

"Yes, I noticed. You are soaking wet."

Dylan nodded with a silly smile. He began to walk over, and Regina followed behind him and toward the living room. He seemed excited as he placed a brown paper bag on the small coffee table, just a few inches away from Regina's laptop.   

"Is this food?" Regina asked. Dylan chuckled and shook his head, "No silly, it's actually a gift."

Their relationship had progressed quite a lot. In fact, so was the case, that Dylan had begun to speak to her with a case of familiarity. In Dylan's mind, Regina was like a childhood friend. He'd often playfully call her pet-names and made cringy puns to try and make her smile. It was these type of things that most confused Regina. Her mind was often filled with reason, but her heart overpowered her with emotions. It irked her that he treated her like a child sometimes, but at the same time, it melted her heart and made her blush.  

After Regina didn't move, Dylan reached over and took the gift out of the bag. It was a big black hardcover book with really pretty lettering.

"I got it at a bookshop. It's a book of poems." He told her, reaching out for her to take the book.

"Thank you, but why are you giving it to me?"

Dylan shrugged, a bit nonchalantly. "Since you don't watch any romance dramas, I thought that maybe it would be a good idea if you read some poetry. I heard that it boosts creativity, and makes you fall in love...or something like that."

Regina chuckled. The book was heavy, and most likely cost a few hundred dollars. "Thanks Dylan," She said with a smile.

Dylan shrugged, "That's what friends are for."