"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...
I walk fast towards the corner and into the kitchen. Shelley is standing in the end of the room, towards the window and leans on the counter with her head drooping down.
I walk a little closer to her and she turns her head up to the side, acknowledging me.
"I'm fine." She says and turns her head down again.
"You didn't deserve that." I say and furrow my eyebrows.
"Yes, I did." She says and sniffs. "I kissed her friend, at a bar." She follows.
"And? It's just a kiss." I say.
She turns around to face me. Her eyes were red and puffy after the crying.
"I kissed you too. You weren't really happy about that either." She says and sniffs again.
"I was just surprised when it happened. That doesn't mean I'm mad at you or that I don't support you" I say. "I don't mind the kiss." I add.
She looks up at me. Her face was so sad, broken. It made my stomach ache. My friend was in pain. I hated it.
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Everyone is suddenly laughing really loud in the living room, making us both turn our heads. We stand there for a moment, listening to all the jabbering and faint happy voices.
"She's really upset with me." Shelley suddenly says and looks down again.
"She shouldn't be, she doesn't have the right to be." I say and step closer to her.
Were are now standing just an arm-length from each other. I tilt my head to the side, trying to get her attention. She's still looking down.
She closes her eyes and more tears surface on her cheek. "I don't know what to do. I'm so confused." She cries out.
"It's okay." I say and move forward to stretch my arms around her neck.
I hold the back of her head with my hand, stroking her hair. She cries in my shoulders and after a few seconds she hugs me back, locking her arms over my waist.
"You're not alone. You can talk to me." I say and keep stroking her hair.
She doesn't answer, just cries soft in my shoulders. Feeling her chest jumping up and down from the breathing.
"Shelley..." A familiar voice says behind me, and the crying suddenly stops.
Shelley releases my waist and and she stands up looking at the person that just came inside.
I turn around to see who it is. It was Britt. She looked sad. I felt the anger boil up in me. I couldn't stand her face.
The way she treated her friend was not okay. I almost didn't feel guilty for Dylan now. I lock my arms around my chest and furrow my eyebrows.
