"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...
1 minute went by and he still wasn't saying anything. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I'm not sure how this conversation would turn out. I already told him didn't remember anything from our night together, mainly because I was too embarrassed about what happened.
It feels good to be around him, it feels like we are supposed to be here together. But how do you tell a person you have been friends with for 6 years something like that?
"I uh... I wanted to talk about us." he finally says. I look up at him.
"What about us?" I answer with a question.
"We have something" He says, while taking one step closer to me. I stare at him, not knowing what to say back to him. I wanted to say something, but it's like my body won't let me.
"I remember." I blur out without thinking. Oh god, why did I say that. I could see his confused facial expression.
"You remember what?" He furrows his eyebrows and stare at me, waiting for me to explain.
"What we did that night... I remember it" I look down, not wanting to make eye contact with him. He was quiet for a moment, I couldn't see what his reaction was, I kept looking down.
"Why would you lie about that?" He asks and I could hear him taking another step closer to me.
His voice was calm and... from what I can hear, he didn't sound too upset about it, just dissapointed I guess. I slowy turn my head up to look at him.
"I don't know.... I was so mortified that morning" I tell him and begin fiddling with my hands.
"Mortified?... Of what?" He seems confused.
"I ran out of the whole situation... and then I...." I begin to say, but he finishes my sentence for me.
"....puked... I know, I kind of heard it happening" He seems almost relieved.
I think he wanted to tell me something more and somehow.. I think I finally knew what it was about. I wasn't sure about it before. I think he wanted to be with me too. I could see it in his eyes. He takes one step closer and we are now standing really close to each other, so close we could easily kiss.
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"I'm sorry." I say and we get eye contact.
I stare into his beautiful brown eyes and his soft crooked lips that I have once before touched with my own. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him to embrace me, but no words of it came out of my mouth. I just kept staring at his lips and his eyes.
"I'm not." He whispers and then places both of his hands around my face. His hands were warm and gentle by the touch. I close my eyes.
Dylans POV
I stroke my thumb down her cheek and tucks her fallout hair from her ponytail behind her ear with my other hand. I lean in to kiss her and it all feels like it's happening in slow-motion. It's like we stopped time and place.
Everything else going on in the world didn't really matter; problems, chores, responsibilities, thoughts and other people in our lives, vanished. It was just the two of us, in this moment. And it felt so good. The kiss was passionate, not like our first kiss and not like someone I've ever kissed before. It's like we belonged.
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I suddenly hear the door open and we automatically break apart, turning our heads to see who came in. It was Shelley. Shit.
Shelley immediately cover her mouth in shock and I widen my eyes waiting for her to say something.
"What the fuck!?" She shouts. I could hear the anger in her voice.
She was Britts bestfriend, of course she was gonna be angry. She hasn't looked me in the eyes since the barbecue started, she was already upset at me. This was the last drop.
"Shelley..." Holland begins, but couldn't seem to find anything to say.
"It's barely been a fucking month, Dylan." she spits out at me, she doesn't look at Holland.
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"You don't understand..." I started telling her, but I couldn't exactly explain how I felt for Holland, I haven't even told Holland herself yet. I closed my eyes shut and sighed.
"Oh I understand completely, Dylan. I just didn't think you were like this" She says and she is on the verge to crying, like she was some sort of a victim in this situation.
She was reacting this way because of her friend, because her friend was hurting because of me, her other friend. And here I was, already moving on - or falling in love. Shelley shifts her angry stare to Holland and tilts her head in deep dissapointment.
"... and I definitely didn't think it would be you." She says and then storms out of the room and I could hear her running down the stairs.
I turn to look at Holland in despair and I could see she was already crying. She took one very short look at me and she gave me a facial expression that could only mean one thing "We made a mistake". She then stormed out of the room as well, making me stand there alone.
I felt like a complete idiot. Who am I anymore? I think to myself. I could feel my own tears wanting to surface, but I hold them back. Well, fuck. This is definitely not how I wanted this night to end.
To be continued... Oh DRAAAAMA. What will happen next??
