𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔, matt sturniolo

𝟎𝟏𝟎, uncoming storm.

Dylan rushed into the building when he heard Olivia calling his phone, he felt that something bad is going on and she needs help, and he wanted to be there for her, but he didn't knew if she wanted him to be there for her.

Since the party Olivia didn't called or text him, he try to communicate with her, but nothing was going on with her, she blocked him, maybe not physically or through a screen, but mentally she tried to get him off her life with no communication.

So then, she asked him to come, he thought she was kidding but the way she hang up the phone, you can hear her voice telling him that she wasn't okay. And as a friend, or as something to her, he needs to be there.

He opened the door of the building and went to the front desk. "Hey," he came to the lady who sat next to the big computer and typed something inside her computer. "How can I help you?" She asked, not looking at him. "I'm looking for Olivia Perez, it's her recording studio, right?" He asked.

He wasn't even sure if he was in the right place, but he was. "Second floor, the third room in the right side." She replied to him, he nodded and thanked her, he ran to the elevator and click the button of the elevator.

When he got to the floor he looked to the brown haired girl he looked all this week.

When he catch a glimpse of her, he looked at her with a smiled he ran to her place and smiled again. "Hey." He whispered, catching his breath for her. "Hey." She replied back. The tears were dry on her face, like she cried heavily. Her nose was red and her eyes were water and bright of how many tears she was crying.

"Did you cried?" He asked. "No." She shook her head. Dylan smirked across her lips and chuckled. "You did cried, don't lie to me." He said, when Olivia started walking he put his hand on her lower back and rubbed it in circles.

"Okay, I did. But," she cut off her words, she didn't have any excuse for it. "You don't have any excuse?" He says. She looked up at him and saw how his eyes were moving around after every step she made. "Kind of?" She whispered.

"Don't worry, it's okay." He kept going, leading her to the elevator. "I just, was.." she took a sigh. "Thinking of him?" Dylan asked, the question was sound enough for her, everyone knew her mind already, he was full of him, full of his eyes and his smile and his soft voice.

"Is that was so obvious?" She asked as he clicked the button of the elevator again. "Well, I'm not gonna blame you, if I were you I would think of everything that happened with him." Dylan said, he wanted to be the friend she needed, even when he hated to hear about her ex boyfriend.

Dylan was always following her, even if it's wasn't in the physical form of following, but he was listening to her music when his band was playing and recording. She was kinda of the celebrity crush he always had, and he finally had the chance to met, and he knew that she will be the same in the picture.