"You're really pretty" Dylan says.
I look up at him. He seems surprised by his own words. I smile a little.
"What?" I say and keep looking at him a little confused, but also amused by his face expression.
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When shooting Teen Wolf is...
MESSAGE FROM WRITER: Hey! So I know I have been doing the story on present events on what has been going on with Dylan and Holland. But, I'm going to do a small time jump in this chapter and a bigger time jump in the next chapter, so that O'broden eventually can be in the same state. I'm glad everyone's enjoying it and stay tuned for more chapters (I'm trying to do one a day). Get reading, this is a long one :-)
Hollands POV
(a little over 1 week later from the 2nd chapter)
I throw myself on my big brown leather sofa and let out a big exhale. I just got home from a pretty hard spinning class. After being on vacation in Brazil for days I've been lazy and I'm trying to get back to my normal routines. I take a good look around in my pearly white modern apartment and it looks very clean and spotless. My housekeeper must have been busy while I was away.
I get up from the sofa and go over to the counter were all my pictures of my family and friends are. I pick up a frame which has a picture of me and Dylan from the Teen Wolf set years ago. I remember this day like it was yesterday.
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Lydia was supposed to hang on to Stiles the whole episode. She was helping him stay on his feet, because he got weaker and weaker by the nogitsune. It was a long night of shooting, but I enjoyed it. I think it's cute how Lydias first instincts is to protect him.
I put the picture back where it was as I just realised I was supposed to Skype him today. He broke up with Britt a week ago and wanted to talk. I'm not gonna lie, I do feel a little weird about it. Especially after what I've been feeling lately, but we used to talk about everything and last time I checked, nothing has changed... well, not yet anyway. I head for the bathroom to take a quick shower.
I throw on my comfiest clothes in the closet, it's a cute pink set. The pants look like yoga trousers and sits tight around my butt and hangs loose around my ankles. The top is just a loose pink shirt with flower patterns and it sort of slips a little down on my right shoulder.
I brush out my half wet and curly hair. I take a look at myself in the mirror. No make-up. Dylan has seen me without make-up a million times. Why do I suddenly feel the urge to have a little mascara and blusher on? No, I think to myself. That's weird. Maybe just a little tinted moisturiser. I open my drawer from my desk where I usually do my make-up and put some on. I take a deep breath and then leave my room.
I set up my computer on my sofa table and find a good sitting position in my sofa as I probably will be talking with him for a while. Fievel jumps up and snuggles up besides me. I give her a good pet before I open up my Skype account and start dialling Dylan.
It takes about 15 seconds before he answers and his face lights up on my computer screen. "Holland.. Hi." he says and smiles. I almost couldn't contain my excitement over those two simple words. I wanted to hug my computer screen. "Hi, Dylz." I answer with a smile back. "Long time no see" I follow up.
