Sepia Makes Everybody Cry With a Dyle Fanfic

fourteen

I wandered around for a while, running the scene over and over in my head. What do I tell Kyle? Well... I guess I've already told more than he realizes. Maybe I should catch Woody up first, and get some more advice. Then I'll go find Kyle. I mean, we're already... together... right?

I groaned and shoved my hand into my hair, pulling at it, frustrated out of my mind. I winced as I pulled too hard and let go. "What is wrong with me?" I whined. This shouldn't be this hard anymore. I've already told Kyle how I'm feeling! We've freaking kissed! I felt a momentary wave of emotion wash over me as I remembered the kisses and I felt my cheeks redden. He makes me feel amazing. This is definitely worth it. 

I nodded solidly. That was a good idea to end on. I decided to go relax for a while and take my mind off of everything. I headed to the lounge, opening the door and pausing in the doorway. It still smelled faintly of the alcohol from a few nights ago. I glanced at the couch, remembering Kyle's strange run-in in the middle of the night.

I shook myself and sat down. Dick and Sam were at the back of the room and I gave them a half-hearted wave. They hardly looked up from their phones. I took out my own and folded my legs, settling back into the couch.

"Alright," I said under my breath, "what's going on out in the world?"

I logged into twitter and smiled, scrolling through the hilarious messages, pictures and videos some friends and fans had put up. Suddenly, I came across a message from a fan account labeled "thedyleshipperishere." [sorry about the uncreative name; it's not a twitter name, though, as far as I know] My heart stopped as I stared at it. Dyle... Isn't that...? Reading the message, my thoughts were confirmed.

@thedyleshipperishere: "god pls tell me i'm not the only one who's noticed @bastilledan has been looking at @kyle_jsimmons a LOT more? look at him omg #dyle is real" 

I quickly scrolled away, furrowing my brow. The fans... What if they hate us? I tried to push away the thought, but I hardly focused on anything I was reading. Getting sick of the curiosity, I looked around to make sure no one was able to see my screen, and opened Google. I typed in "dyle" and tensed, waiting for the results.

          "Dyle TV"
          "Dyle Coverage Map | Dyle TV"
          "FAQs | Dyle TV"

Nearly all of the links had to do with some television company. It hardly gave me an excuse to breathe normally again, though. I tapped the search bar again and reluctantly added "Bastille" after it.

I nearly choked.

          "Dyle // A Bastille Fanfic // Bastille // Dan Smith // Kyle ..."
          "For all the Dyle shippers! - bastillestorm"
          "Bastille - Dyle on pinterest"
          "Dyle on Instagram"
          "#dyle - Vine"
          "Bastille Of The Night Dyle moment - youtube"

Page after page of results appeared. I peered at the youtube video. "Of The Night...?" I breathed. We have a "Dyle moment?" I hesitated, clicked on the link. I quickly muted it and watched. I was met with a view of myself on a stage, standing by the giant drum we set up in the front. 

I watched as I stepped up to the drum and began hitting it—blindly and with a lot of enthusiasm, I noticed—and Kyle appeared to hit it alongside me. I watched us, surprisingly not bothered by the fact I was looking at myself, and felt my heart drop as, at the end of the song, we both looked up to each other and smiled. It could've seemed normal but our gazes were locked for much longer than they should have if we'd been feeling like "just friends."