"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 was confused and angry, but mostly I wanted answers. Holland was still crying. They won't let us talk to the boy. We are sitting in the waiting area, I have my hand on Hollands back, trying to comfort her. She was bent over and crying in her hands. I was wondering if the crying would ever stop, if anything happened to Claudia... shit, I can't think like that. I shake away the terrifying feeling.
"Hey." A calm familiar voice interrupts my thoughts. I look up and see Tyler.
His face was just as sad and frigthened, like Hollands. And I couldn't hold my tears back anymore either.
"Oh man." He says once he see me breaking. He reaches his arms out. I stand up and we hug for what feels like minutes while the tears streams down my face.
I grab his arm as we break and I dry my face with the other. "Shit, what a mess." I say.
"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" He asks. I let go of his arms and shake my head as I look down. I fiddle with my fingers.
"I want to go see her." Holland says. I turn around, she is suddenly standing. She looks awful. The puffy red eyes, makeup melting and crumbling. Her tired face expression.
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"See who?" I ask her confused.
"Shelley." She says blunt.
"But..." I start saying, but she stops me.
"We have to be sure Dylan. It could be her. Maybe she got all crazy again. Not herself..." She says.
I could tell she felt awful for thinking Shelley would do this, but at the same time, we had to be sure: So I knew we had to do this.
"What?" Tyler says behind me, obviously confused.
I explained what the boy said to us in the interrogation room. And how it could be Shelley.
"Oh... " He says, not sure how to take in the information.
"Yeah." I say, letting him know we are just as confused as him.
"Well, I have a car." Tyler says.
I frown, not sure where he is going with that. Holland on the other hand, looks up at Tyler hopeful.
"Well then we should go." She says.
"What? We can't interfere with the police-work." I said, trying to lower my voice.
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