Almost Love Is Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Dylan's Stupid |08|

As they stood there Dylan noticed something that changed everything. How pretty Sabrina Carpenter's eyes were. Blue really complimented her. The brunette couldn't help but to smile.

"What?" Sabrina asked.

"I'm sorry." Dylan apologised. She genuinely meant it, for once in her life anyways.

"Okay." The blonde tried to her door shut but the older girl shoved her hand in between her closing it, meaning Dylan caught her fingers in between the door and its frame.

"Oh fuck." The brunette groan as Sabrina quickly opened the door again.

"Shit Dylan, are you okay?" The singer asked.

"Mhm." The older girl was not okay, her fingers were just slammed into by a door.

"You're bleeding, fuck come here."

"No it's okay." Dylan said high pitched holding her hand. She was trying not to cry but it hurt that much that she was tearing up.

Sabrina grabbed the brunette by her shirt and pulled her into the house. She guided the producer to a chair and sat her down. The blonde sat in front of her.

Dylan had her eyes closed shut and was too busy trying not to cry to realise Sabrina's hand was on her thigh leaning in to see her hand.

"Give me your hand." The singer said.

Dylan gave Sabrina her hand then opened her eyes to see the blonde's hand placement. The older girl's eyes had widen and she swallowed hard.

Sabrina let go and got up then the pain immediately came back. She got some ice and put it in a bag then wrapped that with some paper towel. The younger girl gave Dylan the ice pack to put on her hand, she did just that.

"Come on." Sabrina took Dylan's none broken hand and guided her to the sofa. She sat her down.

"Are you stupid or something to shove your fingers in a closing door?" Sabrina gigged.

"Um." Dylan said high pitched. "Yeah."

"Of course you are." The blonde shook her head playfully with a smile. "Are you okay though?"

"I think you might have broken half of my fingers."

"Well at least you still have the other two point five."

"You're not funny." The older girl let out a small, painful laugh.

"Yeah yeah."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"I was never mad at you."

"You looked like you were."

"It's Olivia, not you. You've done nothing wrong."

"Olivia?" Dylan questioned.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Saying she wishes me nothing but the best after she wrote multiple songs about me, got her little fans to send me death threats and people told me to kill myself daily because of her, but now she wishes me nothing but the best? Come on."

"Oh I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even bought it up."

"No I shouldn't have acted that way, this is all my fault I'm sorry."

"Sabrina shut the fuck up, this is my fault, I'm sorry."

"Okay well I'm sorry for slamming the door into your fingers."

"Again, that was my fault."

"Yeah why did you do that?"

"Because I didn't want you to be mad at me."