PAPER RINGS || MARCUS LOPEZ.

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Dylan watched as Marcus took in her bedrooms new appearance, his eyes raking over the different posters that dressed her walls.

❝ Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, The Neighbourhood, ❞ He read the names aloud as he looked at them ❝ BTS? ❞

❝ More so Devon than me, ❞ Dylan shrugged, filing through a drawer in her dressing table ❝ These super nice girls were handing out gifts outside their concert, that's where I got it. ❞

Marcus hummed in response, a finger tracing over an 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 poster before coming to a stop ❝ Wait, The Smiths? ❞

A brief nod comes from the girl, who forgot the poster was there in the first place ❝ Pretty Girls Make Graves is one of my favourite songs. My brother showed me them. ❞

❝ Never knew you have a brother. ❞ Marcus speaks, a smile from her revelation stood firm on his face as he looked through her vinyl collection ❝ Do you really need a vinyl from every artist? ❞

Dylan passed him the family photo before bringing her attention back to her reflection as she began her skincare ❝ I listen to a lot of artists, sorry that some of us have a varied music taste. ❞

She winced when her cotton pad swiped over the cut on her lip. In light of Petra's humiliation the Rats, and Dylan, had exacted their revenge with blowguns and Yellow Mellow darts which resulted in the end of the dance.

That's how they ended up back in her dorm, Dylan extended the invite to Marcus after their run in with Chico while Willie had leapt to their defence.

❝ Is this your dad or Devon's? ❞ The boy questioned, coming up behind her to place the frame back in its original place and picking up her serum bottle inquisitively.

❝ Mine, Devon's dad hadn't met my mom at that point. ❞ Dylan watched in the mirror as Marcus' face twisted in confusion as he tried working out what exactly she was putting on her face ❝ It's to help with breakouts and stuff, you can use it if you want. ❞

She choked back a laugh, Marcus couldn't even open it let alone use it, he seemed to realise it too as he looked up at her with a defeated face.

❝ Sit down. ❞

He did as she said and passed her the bottle, watching as she opened it and put the product in her hand before returning the bottle to her vanity.

Carefully she applied the serum to his face, smiling when he closed his eyes and visibly relaxed his shoulders. She tried to ignore the hand that rested on her leg as she did it, but the pink in her cheeks gave her away.

❝ All done, pretty. ❞ Dylan spoke softly, her fingers pushing his curls out of his eyes once he'd opened them.

Marcus' arms came up to circle around her waist, leading her into his lap, though it took little to no effort ❝ Thank you, baby. ❞

Her cheeks darkened at the pet name but she brushed it off as best she could. The pair sat in silence for a moment, a comfortable silence where they just admired one another, enjoying each other's company.

Marcus was the first to make a move, gently connecting their lips and removing what space remained between them.

Though it doesn't remain gentle for long.

His hand tangled in her hair as he held the back of her head, her own hands raking through his curls as he shifted back, laying down without breaking contact.

❝ I've been dying to do this since you came up to the Graveyard. ❞ Marcus mumbled, moving to trail kisses along her jaw before moving to her neck.

❝ Shut up, ❞ Dylan laughed breathlessly, her breath hitching in her throat when his hand slipped under her hoodie ❝ I did invite you back hours ago. ❞