But I Have Her

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You and your best friend Dylan were hanging out at your apartment in LA. You haven’t had a lot of time to see him since he’s been filming his new movie. You two sat on your couch and were drinking some wine. You guys talked about nothing and everything. You talked about college, as your only 23. He talked about filming. And of course, his new girlfriend, Jennifer. Needless to say, you didn’t like her. She was so snotty and rude. You only met her once, and she gave you dirty looks the whole time you were with her. You and Dylan have been best friends since Teen Wolf, and you two are very close. So, he’s always grab your hand when leading you somewhere, or when you were faced with paparazzi when shopping he’d always place his hand on your lower back. So, his snotty girlfriend would always be touching him 24/7. She was so clingy too! Always texting him every two seconds. God! It was so annoying, especially when you and Dyl would have sleepovers, his phone you buzz and ring ALL NIGHT LONG. You’d fall asleep. And yet, he never seemed to notice just how mean she really was. I mean, he’s a pretty clueless guy. But you never had the heart to tell him how you felt about her, because you knew he liked her, and you just wanted him to be happy, even if it slowly and painfully killed you inside.

“Hey, earth to Y/N?” Dylan said waving his hand in your face, breaking you from your thoughts. “What? Huh?” You said, blinking a couple times and looking up and into his honey brown eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, placing his hand on your thigh. ’ . ’ . You thought. “Yeah yeah, I’m—I’m fine.” You said, giving him a fake smile and looking down into your lap. “Hey, you know you can tell me anything.” He said leaning his head down to try and look you in the eyes. “I love you.” You blurted out quietly. Dylan froze, he sat up slightly. “I-I love you too, but, you know, I have Jen.” He said. “Yeah… .” You said. “What? Do you not like her?” He asked. “She—she’s just so-so—so…mean.” You said, getting choked up slightly. “Hey hey, what’s wrong? What do you mean? Did she say something to you?” He asked, confused as to where these emotions were coming from. “She just always gives me dirty looks, and tries to make me jealous. And hell, maybe I am. And don’t try to tell me her mean tweets about that ‘annoying bitch’ ’ about me.” You said, a tear slipping down your cheek. “And you know, sometimes—sometimes I wish that was me. I wish I was the one to kiss you. To cuddle with you at night. To go on dates with. To—to be with.” You started to cry. He placed his hand on your face, turning you to face him, bringing for face a little closer to his. “You know? Maybe someday we’ll end up together. But—but I don’t know who I love right now.” He said, looking down from your eyes and to your lips. He slowly leaned in, you doing the same. “We shouldn’t do this.” You said. “We shouldn’t do this.” He whispered, and placed his lips on yours. You kissed back. It was a short but passionate kiss. You two immediately went back in for another. ? You both thought.

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