"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...
There's not gonna be anything from Dylans POV this time. It starts right where we left off from previous chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Hollands POV
I turn to see if Dylan was behind me, he wasn't. I opened the door for Shelley and she stepped inside.
She seemed fine today, but why did she come to me? What did she want to talk to me about?
"I'm just gonna throw on some clothes, you can wait in the living room if you want." I smile and point down the hall towards the living room.
"Yes, that's fine." She answered and started walking slowly down the hall.
I open the door to my bedroom and find Dylan sitting on the bed, still with his towel wrapped around his waist.
He stands up when I walked in.
"Why is she here? What do we do?" He asked.
"I'm just gonna talk to her. You can stay here if you want. She won't come in here." I say and step closer to him.
I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him.
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"Will it be long? Can you get my computer maybe?" He asked.
He seemed a little sad to be left alone in my bedroom.
"No, it won't be long. And I'll get your computer" I say and stretch my neck up to kiss him. He leans forward to kiss me back.
I put on a pink tight scrappy top and grey loose yoga pants. I slip in my comfy white puffy slippers. I tussle down the hall to Shelley.
She was now sitting down on my sofa, but she seemed nervous. She was tripping her foot up and down and she was leaned forward, rather than laid back on the sofa.
I smile when entering the room and I spot Dylan's computer.
"Oh, I'm just gonna put this back to my room. Sorry" I said and pick up the computer.
I run down the hall and give it to Dylan quickly before I turn back to the living room.
"Do you want tea? Water? Anything?" I say when I enter the room once again.
"No, it's fine." She said and smiled.
This felt weird. Something wasn't right. We usually don't talk like this around each other. This seems so stiff and serious.
I go over to my matching sofa chair and sit down on it. It takes half a minute before either of us says anything.
"So, what's up?" I finally say and smack my hands down my thighs.
"Not much. Uhm.. auditions... and auditions." She laughs.
