All Of Your Flaws

Part Sixteen

Addison barely spoke to Dylan all week. That was quite difficult as they sat next to one another in art. At several points during the week, Dylan had tried to talk to her but Addison kept her earphones in her ears and had her music up as loud as it could go. After some of the drunken memories from Molly's party returned to her, Addison found it nearly impossible even look at Dylan without remembering some of the more embarrassing things she had said or her face reddening. If there was ever a reason for her to quit getting drunk then those drunken rambles would have been very good examples.

"Addi...Addi...Addison." Dylan huffed on Friday afternoon when they were halfway through an art class in which Addison had done pretty much nothing but try to act like Dylan wasn't sat next to her. Addison carried on ignoring him and listening to the music pouring out her earphones. A scrap piece of paper was chucked onto Addison's sketchpad covered in Dylan's handwriting.

Addi just talk to me. Sure you were drunk and made an ass out of yourself but you weren't that bad.

Addison looked at the note several times before moving it out the way and carrying on with the drawing she was working on.

"Addi...Addi...Addi, I know you can hear me." Dylan said. Addison sighed and pulled an earphone out of her ear and turned to quickly glance at Dylan. It wasn't the greatest of ideas because the open look on Dylan's face, without a single hint of the anger Addison expected, as he looked over at Addison was incredibly distracting even if Addison was trying to ignore him. "Ok...um...look I was wondering...are you busy this afternoon?"

"Yes." Addison shot back without even stopping to think.

"Really?" Dylan asked making it sound like he didn't remotely believe her. Stupid dick...

"Fine, I'm not busy. Why are you asking me?" Addison asked.

"It's just that I'm not sure about what to put in my art portfolio and I need to send one off soon for applications. You're the only person I've really spoken to in this class and you know what you're talking about when it comes to art and stuff like that-"

"Dylan, what exactly are you asking me?" Addison asked.

"Would you help me put my portfolio together?" Dylan asked quickly now refusing to look at Addison. Addison's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "It probably won't take long and, to be honest, you're only the person who has seen my artwork so I couldn't think of anyone else to ask. Like I said, it really won't take long so it's not like you'd be at my house long but I know that Niamh and my mom would want you to stay for dinner-"

"If I say 'yes' right now and even agree to stay for dinner if Niamh and your mom badger me enough, will you stop babbling?" Addison asked and she really couldn't believe that she was agreeing to this. Brigid was going to have a fucking field day. Dylan just nodded his damn head and gave Addison such a smile it was actually ridiculous. Instantly, Addison wanted to back out but something stopped her, she really wasn't sure what it was and it made her more nervous than the thought of being back at Dylan's house, maybe even in Dylan's room.

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"Shotgun!" Niamh cried that afternoon before they had even reached Dylan's Camaro.

Dylan snorted loudly and shot Niamh and smirking smile. "Nice try ginger but guest gets shotgun." he said. He gave Addison a wary smile. Surprisingly, Addison returned the wary smile.

"Since when has that been the rule?" Niamh asked with a pout.

"Since Addi won't try and force me to play Disney soundtracks or anything from the Billboard charts...or The Raincoats" Dylan shot back just as quickly.