Kayley Blake has just got the role of Malia Tate in Teen Wolf and the cast welcomes her with open arms. She is already in the limelight as a result of her music career but has now turned to concentrate on acting. Despite all of the reasons why he sh...
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO COOK, I'm totally cool with ordering pizza." Despite Kayley's attempts to convince the boy that he didn't have to cook for her, he still insisted.
"This may surprise you, but some of us can do more than flip pancakes." She opened her mouth wide, acting hurt at this statement which earned a cheeky grin and a chuckle in response. She stayed sitting on a bar stool at Dylan's kitchen counter-top opposite him, feeling slightly guilty that she wasn't doing anything to help.
"Well, at least let me be sous chef or something."
He looked over at her for a few seconds before slowly breaking into a smile and then a chuckle. "Kal, it's pasta. I think I'll manage." She joined in laughing with him, slightly embarrassed.
"Here's your sweater by the way." The girl said whilst taking it from her bag and placing it on the counter-top. He'd given it to her the morning after she stayed over when they both went to see Caleb at the hospital, which now seemed like a lifetime ago to the girl that had lost track of just how long her brother had been there for. "Sorry, I know it's kinda late. I just kept forgetting to give it back."
"Nah, that's okay." Kayley heard him call out whilst he had his back to her, serving up the pasta for them both. She smiled to herself at the tea towel that he had draped around his shoulder, as if he was determined in properly taking on the role of a chef. "You can keep it."
"You don't have to do that−"
"I've got a wardrobe full of them. It really isn't that big of a deal."
"Are you sure? I mean−"
He then stopped what he was doing for a moment and quickly turned around to look at her, as if to make sure she actually understood him this time. "Kal, keep it."
This time instead of arguing back, she just sent him a warm smile. "Thanks. I've worn it a few times since anyway."
Dylan lightly chuckled as he placed the plates on the counter-top and sat down on a stool opposite the girl he couldn't help but smile around. "Yeah, I know. I saw you wearing it on set."
She'd forgotten about that. In an attempt to hide her embarrassment once again that night, she tried to laugh it off. "Hey, I'm sorry. I like the sweater." It's true, she did. But what she didn't tell the boy sitting opposite her was that she also liked wearing it because it was his. Because even the thought of that sounded stupid to her.
