Something about you,babe
The way you make me feel
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𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐉𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏
—————————————————————Currently, I'm holed up in my room, script in hand, trying to concentrate. The rest of ours in the living room their voice is loud enough to fill a stadium.
i sigh, standing from my chair i march out to tell them to lower their voices. Still half reading, i don't even notice the "wall" in my path until i slam right into it
"Fuck" I mutter, rubbing my forehead- then i freeze. Not a wall. definitely not a wall
"Bro watch where you're going" dylan says with his pretty eye smile ew stop he is your band member
"Maybe dont be in my way" i snap instinctively, still to flustered to think straight "what are you even doing over here"
" I was coming to see if you wanted to go get food with us"
"oh" my voice softened as guilt pricks at me. "yeah sure let me just grab my hoodie"
"Cool. we are leaving now, so hurry up" He smirks, light shoving me back towards my room before walking away
By the time i throw my hoodie on and head out, dylan is waiting by the door, Alone
"Uh...where is everyone" i ask, slipping on my shoes
"they're in the van. i decided to wait for you"
oh
My chest does this weird little flip, but i decided to ignore it. "Well let's go."
I shove his shoulder lightly, stepping past him and out the door.
When we climb into the van, Nuno groans from the backseat " Damn what took you so long? i'm starving"
We arrive at the restaurant- it's simple, cozy, and tucked away from the public eye.
As we eat, i do my best not to stare at Dylan. Why was this suddenly the hardest thing in the world? Every time i glance at him, it feels like my gaze lingers too long, so i focus on the random conversations around the table instead.
The night passes easily, filled with laughter and stories, until the check comes. After paying we start to head out, splitting off one by one.
" I'm heading home. see you later" Thame say, pulling his hood over his head and waving casually.
"Yeah, same here" Pepper and Nano chime in, grabbing their stuff and following him.
"Alright" i say, slipping my hands into my pockets " I think i might walk around the shops for a bit. i'll see you guys later."
We go our separate ways, and i take a deep breath ready to enjoy a quiet moment to myself. But as i start walking, i hear footsteps behind me. My heart skips, i glance back quickly just in case i need to defend myself
It's Dylan
He's jogging slightly to catch up, his breathing a little uneven
"Could I... go with you" he asks, hesitating for a moment. His uncertainty makes me smile for just a moment
" Uh, yeah, of course" i answer still confused. we never hang out one - on - one
"Thanks, i didn't really want to go back home yet" he mutters, almost to quite for me to catch
This is new. Dylan and I never talk without a hint of teasing or bickering thrown into the mix yet here he was falling into step beside me.

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