TO SAY IT was anything less of extraordinary would be a lie. To describe the goddamn spark that shocked through her in a mere second was indescribable.
She was a blushing, teenage, lovesick, girl. It had been everything she had fantasized of in her head before falling to sleep, even if she didn't quite believe in love—being in it.
Aaliyah, the evermore light in whoever's life, was seconds close to skipping down the sidewalk back to her house. They did clean up with Madelyn, and they did a good job at it, too. It was actually impressive how some people even pitched in. Surprisingly, some people still did have morality and goodness.
It was quiet, fireworks still going on as they cleaned and walked back to her house—not home, no, Dylan was her home.
At just fifteen, the brunette was starstruck. It was shocking, really. How she could be so against—having idea that relationships would lead to an ending of anything other than happiness and the feel of comfort; and look at where she is now.
Pink dusted her cheeks, barely seen because of the night sky, yet the moonlight and fireworks effortlessly pulled her features together. It was as if she was made for this exact moment. A sunshine to all, yet to herself, this was who she was. A simple girl who enjoyed nothing more than the comfort of peace.
Dylan, who was looking at her while she went on and on about the phenomenons of space and time after rewatching Infinity War for what felt like, and could possibly be, the millionth time.
They fade to nothing when I loon at her.
"Dyl?" She raised her brows, pausing her steps for a moment as she turned her full body to him, hands on her hips as if she was imitating her mother after promising she wouldn't stay in her room...again.
He simply hummed, his head tilted with a daze in his eye that she seemed to catch, causing a pleased, and somewhat of a teasing smile on her face. "You with me?"
"Uh-huh," The blond straightened up, clearing his throat, running a hand through his hair.
Who was he trying to lie to? "Oh, yeah?" She swallowed, a chuckle leaving her lips as she crossed her arms, almost as if challenging him. "You forget I know you, Hoffman."
He scoffed, playfully, really. Shaking his head, turning away for a moment before landing his eyes back on her, "Yeah, okay."
"We're here, if you care to join in on the warmth of a cozy, warm, home." Flicking her hair off her shoulder, leaving him in confusion for the first bit until he caught on, finally realizing they were actually in front of her house.
He followed her in, after giving a single wave to the family members of his and hers who were outside in the yard, before getting pulled in by her. "Hope you don't mind, but I'm tired,"
"Yeah, go do your thing," He nodded, a soft grin on his face when he encouraged. He sat on her bed, watching her hurriedly grab her things from her wardrobe, then disappeared into the connected bathroom.
Aaliyah didn't take long, being too tired to have a proper thought if it weren't for her body already subconsciously knowing the routine.
With a sigh, out of the bathroom in her silk, blue, tank top and matching pajama pants. Her hair in a loose twist, a few strands fallen from it and onto the sides of her face, a few freckles visible along with more of her natural features now that the light makeup she wore was washed and cleansed off. Glasses replacing the contacts, her favorite slippers.
It was her night routine. When she felt like doing it, really. Tucking a strand behind her ear, lying on her bed with Dylan, sighing. "You realize your own pajamas are in the drawer literally for you, right?"
"Don't act all smart, you're half-asleep without your water bottle filled," He shot back cockily, a smug expression on his face. "So, before I hear any more complaints, I'm gonna go get some water."
"Yeah, do that, blondie," She mumbled, pulling her duvet up, exhaling as she took her glasses off. As soon as her head hit the pillow again, she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Letting her thoughts take over for a moment, simple ones as such, Should I eat Julianna's food? Why the hell is he taking so long? I want water. How do snakes lay eggs? Oh, I googled that already.
"Hoffman, why're you taking so long?" She groaned, resisting the urge of falling asleep since they haven't had their dose of a little of banter.
Almost in an instant, at her door with her water bottle in hand, placing it silently on the bedside table before pulling the last drawer on her wardrobe, seeing a few pieces of his clothes and things there.
"Hurry up,"
He shook his head with a hidden smile, leaving her while he went to her bathroom, changing and getting ready quickly as he laid back down with her, letting the television turn on.
"Everything okay?" Murmured by her sleepily, eyes barely opened as they fluttered once every two seconds.
"Yeah, had to say hi to your mom, though," He nodded, gently moving away a strand of hers from her face. She hummed, shutting her eyes again. "Your dad's good with me now."
"He's always been good, jus' protective," Her words barely coherent, under her breath until she indubitably fell asleep.
He took a deep breath, letting his gaze fall onto her while she blissfully fell into a much needed slumber, stroking the freed pieces. "Gorgeous even in your sleep." He whispered, before looking up at the ceiling.
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