The Runaway [Dylan Sprayberry] Slow Updates

Never Better

I don't own Teen Wolf

Dylan's POV
After what felt like hours the guys finally decided I looked decent enough for my apparent date with Hope. I tugged on my collar nervously as I inspected myself in the mirror. Is this good enough? I wonder what she is wearing. Does she think of this as a date? Does she even like me? I began pacing anxiously in front of the mirror as we waited for the girls to come back.

"Dude chill out!" I came to a stop in front of Tposey who looked down at me smiling. I started to open my mouth in protest when I heard the door to my trailer open. I turned swifty and made my way into the living room. I faintly heard Holland ask if we were ready to go, but all my attention was focused on the angel in my doorway. I took in her appearance letting out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding in.

I felt a hand clap over my shoulder and push me towards her. She smiled shyly at me and giggled at my awkwardness.

"Dylan, you okay?" She looked into my eyes concerned. I smiled goofily at her, boldly grabbing her hand and interlacing our fingers. "Never better."

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short I have a lack of inspiration so just please be patient while I get my life together. I might add on to this chapter later on. Lots of love
-Diamond💜