(My bby Dylan as the picture 💕)
Scarlett (4 years later)
I awoke next to Evan, his mouth slightly parted so little snores could escape. I giggle silently to myself, what a sight. My puppies, Jacko and Maxi pounce onto our bed and snuggle in the small space between us.
I got up and got dressed for my usual morning run, leaving Ivan in the bed still snoring and dreaming away.
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I pull my earphones out of my ear to hear what all the commotion is about, because I could hear screaming over my music, which was blasting in my ears by the way, so they were extremely loud. A mob of girls running and screaming bolted right past me. What the fuck? Maybe Justin Bieber was around the corner. But I'm not one for Biebs so I just ignored it and put my music volume at its max, it eventually went away. Well the screaming at least, the girls still remained.
I arrived home to find Ivan still in bed, I dragged him off the bed, which obviously woke him straight up. Evan and I went to the Starbucks just down the road for breakfast, ah good bye morning run.
The mob of girls were back, "holy shit" I exclaimed. They entered the building and started screaming, the amount of high pitched noise made me temporarily lose my ability to hear.
They were screaming a lot of shit, but one caught my attention, they were screaming about The 1975, Matty, Bastille, a guy called Dan. Weird.
Evan and I exited the building, once we did we were laughing our ass off. Jesus, I think my eardrums have bursted.
Evan had left for work, which annoyed the hell out of me, it was a Saturday and his work calls him to come in, I mean I barely get to see him, I only see him on the weekends, and early in the morning.
I went home and watched a couple of movies and ate a container full of ice cream, why did I even bother going on a jog today?
Halfway through watching Mean Girls, I put two and two together, Dan, yes Daniel Smith, was born on the 14th of July, Bastille day, but today was Bastille day and it could be some guy with the same exact birthday. I mean there's another guy from a band born on Bastille day (sorry I forgot which band lmao but his name was Dan.) But I doubt its my Dan, he's not famous.
The memories of Dan and I had quickly flew across my mind, I quickly got the topic off my mind and resumed watching Regina George being a little prick to Kady, you go glen coco.
{{Hey guys this first chapter will be shorter than the others but yeah filler chapter because Ivalette.
One shots comp will end on the 12th so get writing! I'm making the closing date closer bc the best ones will be used for inspiration for the chapters (: if I get no entries then lmao ok
-Denise x}}
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