Disclaimer: This chapter can be really intense for some of y'all or quite cringey! There's no in between lol
Candice P.O.V
"What the hell is going on?" Dylan said as he got up from sleeping.
"Did we....?" I asked hoping he knew what I meant.
"What? No!" Dylan almost laughed.
"Whew! Thank god! But that doesn't explain why I'm fucking naked!" I said still worried.
"First of all, you're not naked, you have a bra on and a panty." He said laughing.
"Dylan...I'm gonna ask you one more time. Why am I naked?"
"You were very drunk last night, and these were your exact words "Fuck clothes! I'm Tarzan!" He said
I smacked my forehead in embarrassment.
"But I'm not even a man." I pouted.
"Well that's what happens when you get too drunk." Dylan laughed.
"That still doesn't explain why I'm at your place." I said.
"You sure are a lot to handle." He said.
"Your mom told me to bring you to my place because she said you were too drunk to drive." He replied.
"So you couldn't just drive me to my place instead?" I asked once again.
"You ask a hell of a lot of questions." He replied.
He sighed and said "Your mom said to take you to my place. And so I did. And that is why you're here Candice....Now can I go back to sleep?"
"NO!" I screamed as I hit him with a pillow.
"What the hell?! You're fucking crazy!" He yelled.
"Why didn't you dress me at least!?"
"For obvious reasons! You don't have any clothes here! And I'm pretty sure you wouldn't wanna be sleeping with your oddly uncomfortable dress on!"
"Okay, gosh stop yelling." I replied.
"You're the one who started it." He answered.
"Yeah whatever." I said normally as I slipped on my dress really quickly. That was actually really comfortable.
"Well I'm gonna head out." I said to Dylan.
"You can't." He said quickly.
"And why's that?" I asked raiding one eyebrow up.
"Go look outside." He smirked a little.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed as I spot the paparazzi.
"If you go outside, the pap gonna be snapping pics and then Justin will know that reason why you didn't answer his phone call back." He said with a smirk.
"You think it's funny?" I asked and gave him a murderous glare.
"And how do you know that Justin called me?" I asked.
"Dylan...." I looked at him with a straight face and my eyebrows arching.
"I might have denied his call through your phone." He said innocently.
"What?! When?!!!" I exclaimed.
"Last night when you fell asleep your phone rang and I denied it cause I figured you wouldn't want me to wake you up while you were sleeping."
I decided not to argue with him and rang up Justin.
"Candice?" Justin asked through the phone.
"Hey." I said not knowing what else to say.
