❝ 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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"LISSA CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE we're going?" blair asked dylan's mom while she sat in the back of the car.
"mouth is sealed. dylan made sure i said nothing." lissa said. "dyl!"
"you talk an awfull lot you know." dylan said turning around from the passenger seat.
"i just wanna know where we're going." she sighed.
"you'll know soon enough."
blair sulked in the back of the car for the rest of the ride, feeling left out. dylan had woke her up at the crack of dawn, two pm, telling her to get ready and that he was coming to get in her an hour.
she was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen, and had to finish quickly so she could go out. she had to find arrangements for addy, but per usual irene's mom handled it.
now blair was in the backseat of the car with dylan and his mom, driving to the mystery location.
"okay we're here." lissa said. dylan thanked his mom and so did blair, then he came around to open the door for her.
"have fun! but not too much fun..." she said.
"mom." dylan said, looking at her annoyed. lissa winked at him, then drove off.
"sorry about her." dylan said taking blair's hand. "don't, i love her."
"i think she loves you more than her own kids." dylan said.
he started to swing their hands as they walked, going down a road before getting to the place.
"so where are we?" blair asked. "let's see." dylan said opening the door.
they walked into a large air conditioned room, and blair looked around seeing people waking and frames all on the walls.
"well i remember when we were in 7th grade you said — here are our tickets ma'am — that you would be an artist because you love art, but you prefer cheer. i couldn't think of anything cheer related."
"you could've took me on a shopping spree in a cheer store." blair said as they walked into the art museum.
"oh. um, is that better? i'll come my mom right now we can-"
"joking, dylan i'm joking. breath." blair said, putting her hands on his shoulders.
dylan breathed out, looking at blair with disappointment.
