"You came back!" you exclaimed excitedly as Dylan S. came through your front door carrying a duffel bag filled with several movies and snacks for your enjoyment.
"Y/N I was only gone for approximately 2 minutes, where exactly did you think I went?" Dylan said with a confused-but-amused expression plastered on his face. You and Dylan were currently enjoying a movie night before he had to go back to filming Teen Wolf. To say you were excited to have your best friend and boyfriend back was an understatement.
"I thought you died in battle," you said in an overly dramatic tone whilst arranging the things for the movie. He subtly rolled his baby blue eyes at you before aiding you with the set-up.
Once it was time to pick the movie to watch you rummaged through Dylan's duffel bag in search of a suitable film for the both of you to watch. It was only one particular movie that caught your eye; you were more than surprised that Dylan was the one that brought it.
"Mean Girls, really? Dylan Sprayberry, lover of rock music and anything hard-core metal is watching Mean Girls? I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL EVERYONE!" you yelled as he tackled you to the floor desperately trying to pry the movie from your grasp.
"GIVE-IT-BACK!" he screamed in between short breaths. In the end, you gave in and handed him the movie.
"Jeez Dylan, you know I was just joking. If you love Mean Girls, I don't care. I love it too! In fact, how about we watch it together?" you said, while he stood there, embracing his treasured Mean Girls CD.
"Can we really," you nodded in agreement, "and if you use this against me I'll tell everyone the day that I saw you dancing to the My Little Ponies theme song, deal?" he said with a smirk on his face.
"Omg, omg, omg, fine. That was once Dylan, that was once!" you screamed as you plopped on the couch while he was inserting the movie into the DVD player.
Halfway through the movie, Dylan was asleep on your lap. You felt sympathy for him because just the day before he had to wake up before 4 am to go for a Teen Wolf cast meeting. In other words, living the life of an actor was tiring and draining for the poor 17-year-old, however, he loved his job. Diverting your attention from the screen, you looked down to admire the sleeping boy in front of you. You loved the way he would scrunch up his nose as he slept as if he was thinking about something important. When you gently lowered your hand down to his face to caress his cheek (like they do in the movies) everything went horribly wrong as you stopped paying attention and ended up giving him a harsh slap on his pale cheek. He woke up with a start.
"Wha- What? Y/N what happened?" he said, dumbfounded. When he noticed you were looking guilty, he gave an exasperated sigh. It was obvious you were the culprit.
"What was that for?" he asked in his deep, raspy sleepy voice.
"Well, you know how I'm very romantic, I was trying to caress ad admire your face like couples did in the movies. But—– I stopped paying attention and ended up smacking you on the face. The end." You explained.
"You're such a dork," you were about to interrupt until he continued, "And don't say 'but I'm your dork' because I will throw up right here, on your lap."
"Ugh, way to ruin the moment Dylan. I got that off Tumblr. Now I'm going to have to search up 'flirtatious comebacks' again."
"Shut up and enjoy the movie you dork."
"But... I'm your dork." With that, Dylan started making gagging noises as if he was going to throw up. Terrified that he was actually going to vomit on you, you pushed him off your lap, thus causing him to howl in pain and pull you down with him. After wrestling on the floor for about 10 minutes, the two of you got tired and fell asleep, while Gretchen was still trying to make 'fetch' happen.
