❝ it's affection always, you're gonna see it someday. my attention for you, even if it's not what you need❞
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 a cheerleader and a football who have hated each other for years, get less annoyed of each other
started. 11.25.23
ended.
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BLAIR GROANED, SLOWLY OPENING her eyes. it was the morning after homecoming, and she had the best sleep over. her room was darker than usual, but then again her eyes weren't fully open.
she wondered how she was in a bed, remembering she fell asleep in dylan's mom car since she was driving her home due to blair living down the block.
"did someone shit themselves on my pillow." she said, wondering why it was so warm. blair reached to flip it over, but instead pinched skin.
terrified she opened her eyes, and instead of the stuffed animals next to her she saw a chiseled chest, and attacked to it was a beautifully shaped face that belonged to dylan hoffman.
blair looked around, realizing this wasn't her bedroom and it was dylan's. the room was darker than hers because it wasn't hers, and dylan had blackout curtains.
she could see his adams apple, and it was the first time blair had been this close to dylan to see all his features.
he really did have a great jawline, it seemed as it was chiseled with a knife. dylan's nose was dainty, and blair would never expect someone like him to have a nose like what she was seeing.
his lips were somehow moist, thin and she could see rows of perfect teeth behind his lips that were slightly agape.
"blair what are you doing. get up" she whispered to herself.
blair looked down and saw dylan's left arm around her waist, and how her head was right back on her chest.
dylan groaned quietly, moving a bit. his arm moved, lifting a bit of the red fabric that was on blair's top half. when did she get a shirt on? where's her dress?
his hand rested on her bare warm skin, and caused blair to lean more into him.
"wait maybe a few more minutes." blair said to herself, smiling and closing her eyes.
after another hour, blair woke up again and dylan was still sleeping. blair wiggled out of his crazily tight grip, and she started to walk lightly to the bathroom that was in his bedroom.
"blair?"
blair's eyes widened, the bathroom door still open as she had just stepped a single foot into the room.
dylan got out of his bed, his eyes still closed as he walked to the bathroom.
"open your eyes.
"i dvnwt weant tooo." dylan said, his words all jumbled up since he wasn't fully awake.
"good morning beautiful ." dylan said, grabbing blair's face and tilting it up to face him. he leaned down, kissing blair's forehead.
"good morning hoffman." blair dsid back, going on her toes and kissing his cheek, reminding her about the 8 inch height difference between them.
"oh right, i put these out for you in case you woke up before me. but you are pretty loud so." dylan said blinking his eyes open.
he stretched, his muscles flexing as he moved. "right brush teeth." blair said, picking up the toothbrush dylan put our for her.
"were you checking me out?" dylan smirked, taking his own toothbrush.
"no." blair said, handing dylan the toothpaste after she used it.
"i call bull." dylan said, beginning to brush his teeth.
blair flipped him off in the mirror, and dylan laughed.
they brushed their teeth in the mirror, dylan finishing before blair.
"hurry up, i don't wanna keep this toothpaste in my mouth!" blair said, her mouth full.
once they were done dylan and blair walked out the bathroom.
"did you sleep well in your new bedroom?" dylan said, walking to his closet.
"my new bedroom?" blair said. "i have a feeling you're gonna be in here a lot." dylan said.(no freaky stuff.)
"why am i here in the first place?" blair asked.
"well you left your keys in irene's purse, so we couldn't get in the house. she wasn't answering, making out with ryan. and you were sleeping so i just told my mom to drive home." dylan said.
"oh. so why am i not wearing my dress anymore?"
"i changed you."
blair eyes widened, and she immediately stopped in her tracks.
"you changed me?"
"yeah."
"you can't just..do that dylan! you took off my dress, i wasn't wearing under that! oh my gosh, that's like a violation entirely!" blair shouted, her arms flailing everywhere.
"would you rather me leave you in your shiny dress that would've been extremely uncomfortable to sleep in?" dylan said. he stopped looking for a shirt, realizing his usual house shirt was on blair.
"yes! if it meant you not stripping me down." blair shouted, smoke practically coming out of her ears.
"okay well blair i have satin sheets, your dress is satin. my sheets are slip proof, but with your dress it would be like your sleeping on a cushioned slip and slide." dylan said, getting a bit annoyed.
"then so be it!"
dylan put his thumb and index finger between his eyes, walking over to blair who was now sitting at the edge of the bed.
"blair i didn't see anything, the shorts you're wearing now you were already wearing under your dress. as soon as i started taking it off i closed my eyes. the only part of your body i touched was your arms. as soon as the shirt was over your body enough to cover basically your entire chest i opened my eyes and fixed it."
"can we please not fight."
"im not fighting, i just want answers!"
"answers? you want answers?" dylan scoffed.
"so i blair! i'm confused on why you ran out last night when we were at consessions. i understand we've only gotten out our enemies phase for maybe a week or two but still i was worried okay! i like you alot blair, i want to know more about you just outside of cheer and school. what's going on, blair. please talk to me, my lovd. i just went to be there for you, i felt so helpless." dylan said, crouching in front of blair holding her hands.
blair's angry eyes softened, seeing the boy her heart ached for in pain. she looked down at him, while he looked up at her with such begging eyes.
"okay." blair said, basically in a whisper. "come on the bed."
dylan nodded, getting up and sitting across from blair.
"don't tell anyone, and please don't talk until im done." blair said, "anything for you." dylan spoke.
blair took a deep breath, she was going to share her darkest secrets with her former enemy, something only her best friend knew. needless to say blair was nervous.
