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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"So, is he nice?"
Scarlett wiggles her eyebrows at me. I almost throw my books at her to attempt and hide my blush. "Shut up."
"I never will."
She opens the door to the passenger seat of my car, which gives me the opportunity to catch my breath and think about how the actual frick I'll talk myself out of this conversation.
"Don't ignore my question," she shakes her head. "I literally am responsible for the fact you two got together, I deserve the tea!"
My cheeks color red. "He's nice, yes."
"And. . .?"
"And nothing! He's my boyfriend, so of course he's nice to me. There's nothing more!"
She seems skeptical about my explanation, but decides to grant me some peace and shuts up about it. "Okay. How did your math test go?"
Relieved, I tell her it went fine. I hadn't had much time to study for it, since Dallas kept me up all night by calling and asking to watch a movie in sync. After our classmate made a fool out of me last week, he's been really sweet and careful with me, which I appreciate.
I don't like it when other people get in my business. All I want is to live a private life, to not share it with everyone. That's why I don't have any social media. Maybe that's where me and Dallas have differences, because he loves being in the spotlight.
I haven't quite told him how I feel about it yet. He talks and laughs with a hundred different friends a day—other friends than his former ones, thankfully—and I'm just on his side, awkwardly looking around. I'm not social, and I never will be.
But when he calls me in the evenings, the mood is just so good I don't feel like ruining it. Then he's laughing with me, without giving anyone else attention. He talks to me while he makes popcorn, he tells me about his brothers while he chooses a movie for the both of us. Since I only rewatch FRIENDS every single month again, I don't have any good suggestions.
He promised we'll binge watch FRIENDS this summer, when we have all the time in the world. We'll build a comfortable spot in his garden, with lights and blankets and lots of snacks, and watch all the seasons. I can't wait.
"You're really quiet," Scarlett notices, bring me back from my thoughts. I shrug. "I'm just tired, PE is hard."
Except that I only watch Dallas' muscles in PE instead of actually playing whatever sport.
"Hm, sure," she snorts. "Tell me, have you kissed already?"
I pointedly do not look at her direction. "No."
"You so have!"
". . . maybe."
"Oh my god, I'm so happy for you! Was it any good?" She's almost jumping up and down in her seat with excitement. Fortunately, I just happen to park in front of her house, so I don't have to answer her question.
