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there’s a distinct feeling of what parker can only address as nostalgia as he listens to dylan speak. “ well, if anyone can inspire me, it’s you. ” parker responds warmly, raising from the table to begin putting away his supplies. “ thank you for coming, you didn’t have to. i know things between us have been .. awkward but i’m just trying to keep you apart of my life. ” parker sighs, clean hand combing through his hair. “ you up for dinner ? if not i can take you home or call a car for you. ” a prolonged silence as he removes the smock from his body. “ i just need a moment to clean up. ”

what dylan is feeling here next to parker is... a plethora of conflicting emotions. her entire world used to revolve around him. he was her sun in the morning, and the moon that bid her off to sleep every night. but now... now he was just the boy who broke her heart. it wasn’t for a lack of feeling that they drifted ways, but the devastating fact that he had been heading down a road she simply could not follow him on. she still wondered if she made the right choice, putting a chapter to the first and truest taste of happiness she’s ever known. ❝ i don’t know about that, your mind doesn’t need me to be beautiful,❞ they replied, a twinge of sadness lingering in her words. dylan forced a smile to grace her features, heart racing with anxiety, but unable to commit to turning her back on parker again. ❝ i WANT to be here, ❞ dylan insisted, ❝ we... shouldn’t have to feel like strangers. no, no--i can stay. dinner with you would be great. i mean it. ❞

#※ ꞈ • ◊ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 ⟶ prose.

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* / 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕤𝕘 𝕥𝕠 : 𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 .

soren: you mean any 20 year old living in conyers farm? anyone that hangs out with the jenners and calls yeezys revolutionary?

soren: that might narrow it down actually, i was afraid i got robbed by competitors.

soren: but i will if i don’t find them. imagine you lost... your last tube of gloss.

dylan: wow. it's a bit sad how stereotypical we all are... although i think most of my friends have better taste than to wear yeezys.... at least i hope

dylan: wait, someone stole from u?? soren that's awful :(

dylan: i'll text some people i know and see if they've seen them for u. it's the least i can do. wait, as in the last tube of gloss EVER? i think my heart just stopped

#※ ꞈ • ◊ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 ⟶ iphone.

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he turns his head away when she snaps back, his blossoming laugh muffled in the curve of his shoulder and the silky fabric of his shirt. tilting his head back, he takes a moment observe her, his dark eyes fitting up and down in a slow perusal. in record time, dylan’s voicing an unnecessary apology, as if the thought of hurling an insult - even a soft edged one - and potentially hurting someone’s feelings is truly unbearable. “trust me. i’m relentless in the face of a challenge.”

dylan’s sudden outburst is almost petulant. all that’s missing is a stomp of a foot and a ridiculous pout. he arches a brow at the sudden line of questioning, another husky laugh rumbling inside his chest. “that’s a dangerous question. i’m not sure that’s a rabbit hole you want to fall down D.” his fingers follow the sharp cut of his jaw in a slow glide, doing nothing to hide the amusement on his lips. “i’m having fun. you should give it the old college try. you might even like it.” he makes a show of widening his eyes, his hand pressing firmly against his chest, as if the very idea of dylan enjoying herself around him would be a miraculous event.

it’s painfully embarrassing when he laughs at her, because deep down... she is fully aware of how ridiculous she sounds. with a half-barbed insult that was immediately retracted, any solid footing she might’ve established by engaging in this confrontation was gone. the crimson hue to dylan’s cheeks couldn’t be disputed. dick had an AFFECT on her, this much was without debate. with his unmatched confidence and holier-than-thou attitude, they were at a loss as to how to gain back any credibility. if she had any in the first place, that is. ❝ am i your biggest challenge yet? ❞ immediately after inquiring, she wished that she hadn’t. dick was probably at the ready with some cheeky comment.

every time that he laughed at her, dylan could feel her self esteem plummeting further. why did he always make her feel like a complete fool? maybe it was because he was everything that she wasn’t. full of color, confident, secure with themselves. and here was dylan, pitifully drunk, tugging up her dress and whining over how she couldn’t endure how flustered his heedless advances truly made her. ❝ what does fun mean to you then? ❞ she challenged, swiftly tipping her head back to down the remainder of her drink, leaving nothing but the ice. she took one, soaked in the delicious pineapple vodka and began to suck on it, huffing out an uncharacteristic ( yet drunk dylan never followed any of the guidelines sober dylan would ) whine. ❝ does it involve more vodka? i need more vodka... ❞

#※ ꞈ • ◊ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 ⟶ prose.

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hi friends, its final exams week for me and i’m BEAT so i’ll be on tomorrow i promise !!!!

#ily everyone <3 #※ ꞈ • ◊ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 ⟶ out of character.

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