❝People don't change.❞
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After being pulled into Dylan's world against her own will, Dawson begins to actually feel for him.
But then the past ruins it all.
Then begins the quest to find out what truly happened on July 12th.
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Shoutout to @deads...
chapter dedicated to anonymouscupidhater for the BEAUTIFUL banner she made, and to polaroidstilinski for the gorgeous cover. (Banner by anonymouscupidhater is the image below, the cover by polaroidstilinski is the one in the media section)
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| Chapter Four - Does He Have A Frog Down There Or Something? |
"on the good days I am charming as fuck"
- Tove Lo, Moments
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It was Friday. It had come all to fast, in Dawson's opinion.
She stood in front of her closet, her brows furrowed. What was she supposed to wear? A dress? A shirt? A skirt?
After standing in front of her closet for twenty minutes and trying on multiple outfits, she decided she had nothing left to lose.
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With an irritated groan, she walked to the door. He couldn't even be remotely nice?
He continued to knock on the door, tapping out some rhythm. She pulled the door open abruptly, causing him to stumble forward.
"Damn, no pants, huh?" Dylan said, smirking, looking her straight in the eyes.
She glanced down. She was wearing pants. Actually, they were shorts.
"I'm wearing shorts. And that's not the point. What am I supposed to wear?" She asked, feeling extremely agitated. He always set her off. And she's only known him for a week.
"What do you normally wear?" he asked, trailing behind her as she walked to her room.
"Jeans, t-shirt, converse." She said, moving out of the way so he could see her closet.
He riffled through her closet and threw her some clothes. "Wear these."
She looked down at them. "Not too bad, Dill Pickle."
He rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Dolly."
"Dyl, what did we say about that nickname?" she said, sweetening her voice.
