Dylan has always one to never be able to hide his emotions. Luckily, he didn't have to, since Scarlett was always at his side.
Until Dallas comes along. That boy takes his heart and keeps it hidden away, unable for Dylan to ever find back. And just...
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I wake up twenty minutes later to a text of Scarlett.
I groan and take it from the nightstand, then crawl under the blankets. They're warm...
Scarlett: Practicing what you're gonna say Monday? Today, 4:37 pm
Me: Stfu Today, 4:37 pm
Scarlett: He's here Today, 4:38 pm
Me: Wait, fr? Today, 4:38 pm
Scarlett: Mhm Today, 4:39
Me: Fuck. What did you do? Today, 4:40
Me: Did you tell him??? Today, 4:40
Me: Scarlett, istg if you told him Today, 4:41
Scarlett: Relax, don't panic, jeez Today, 4:41
Me: You would panic too if you had a friend like yourself Today, 4:42
Scarlett: What's that supposed to mean? Today, 4:43 pm
Me: I mean that you just scared the shit outta me Today, 4:43 pm
Scarlett: Don't be dramatic Today, 4:44 pm
I am dramatic? She just gave me a heart attack. I roll my eyes and block her, like I've done a few times now.
I close my eyes and snuggle into the pillow. My body feels normal again, thank God.
She calls me on Snapchat. I hear her giggling when I pick up the phone. "You're such a piece of shit," I sigh.
She laughs. "He is here, though. Want me to give him the phone?"
I cringe and shake my head, although she can't see me. Was he there the whole time? She gasps over the phone. "You do?" My eyes widen. "No! I was just panicking! Is he next to you?"
If he is, I am throwing myself under a bus.
She takes a moment to respond, making me bite my nails. What is happening there?
"No, he isn't. He's in my brother's bedroom." Oh, thank God. I smile and think about how good Dallas looks.
"Was he wearing that leather jacket? Oh my God, it looks so good on him," I dream. I'd be drooling if I'm a cartoon character.
"What if I said he was?" Oh my God. Yes. Please.
"Please send me a sneak peek," I big her. I need a picture of it. She laughs. "I will."
I sigh happily. "You're so lucky. I wish I could sneak up on him. Oh my God, was he doing that thing with his lips? That biting thing? Ugh, it's so hot." I'm aware I sound like a fan girl right now, but honestly? I don't care.
