dylan hart

“Oh my god, of course,” Sloane replied at Dylan’s comments. “I mean, I literally wouldn’t be able to live if it weren’t for coffee. No lie,” she said. As Sloane settled into her seat, she knew for a fact that she was probably going to hear that Dylan had skipped class, missed work, or both. Somehow, it seemed like the girl was always most talented at doing any of the following. It almost made her wonder how Dylan still managed to be in school, but hearing that Dylan had hitched a ride to visit her girlfriend, Sloane couldn’t help but have moon eyes at the story, instinctively placing both elbows on the table and putting both hands under her chin. “That is so sweet, I really hope I get to meet your girlfriend one day, what’s her name? LJ?” Sloane asked for clarification, but then the following sentences came about how Dylan missed her morning classes and had an essay due in just a few mere hours. “You guys are literally so sweet,” she stuck her bottom lip out before returning to what was more important in her eyes. “I won’t keep you long then, you need to get better about that kind of stuff,” Sloane stated, talking about the essay. “What class is it for?” She asked with a brow raise; the Porter was not someone who encouraged cheating or having extra ‘help’, but she would also do anything to watch her sisters graduate from college on time. “Because I’m sure someone’s taken the class and can help with it.”

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Talking about LJ was the easiest thing in the world to Dylan. She’d always been a girl defined by her relationships and while most people saw that as a drawback, her rose colored glasses kept her naive to those opinions. “Oh my gosh, you’ll totally meet her soon,” Dyl promised, all bright eyed and rosy cheeked as she began to dish about her girlfriend, “and yes, her name is actually Lennon but she goes by LJ.” All of this information probably didn’t matter to Sloane, but once Dylan got started talking about her relationship, it was hard to get her to stop. “Thank you, it’s really all her. She’s the greatest,” she said giddily, unable to hide her sappy smile at the thought of LJ. When Sloane lectured her about better study habits, Dylan dropped her head into her hands and let out a sigh. “Ugh, I know,” she groaned, “I always do this. Lemon has been trying to train it out of me since high school, but I’m like...a lost cause,” she said with a should slump. “It’s for my Undoing Gender class,” Dylan explained with another exasperated sigh, “it’s actually a really interesting class but like...I just struggle with getting all of my reading done.” Talking about school was boring and she knew Sloane of all people would exhaust all options to help, but that it’d probably be for nothing. “I wanna hear about you though,” she said, perking up slightly, “how are you holding up with the break-up and stuff? Are you doing okay?” 

things had been minorly awkward from the moment dylan knocked on the door, but as she dared to utter eli’s name, they entered straight up uncomfortable territory. neglecting dylan’s other questions, lj rolled back her tense shoulders, “no, i’m not talking to eli, in fact, that whole fuckin interaction was me banning her from our party and telling her and barbie to leave you alone.” knowing how sensitive dylan was, she hadn’t meant to sound so irritated over the question, but what it came down to was that lj was irritated. dylan had intruded upon her personal space without warning, and was now questioning her about her ex….cmon. in her eyes, she really had every right to be slightly wound up. “and i’m not feeling weird.” she insisted, crossing to the sink to clean off her breakfast plate from earlier in the day, “am i acting weird or some shit?” she asked, turning on the faucet and rinsing her plate. to drive the point further that everything was just peachy, she added, “’cause i’m all good. are you all good?”

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“No, I know,” Dylan said quickly, instantly regretting bringing up LJ’s ex. She hadn’t been accusing her of anything, so now she had to backpedal. “I know you were just defending me and I really, really appreciate that. I just didn’t know why you were so adamant about her not coming in the first place and stuff...” Dylan swallowed hard as she stared up at LJ with pleading eyes, “I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” Dylan’s gaze followed LJ as she got up and headed straight for the kitchen. She was sure she looked just as meek as she felt when she uttered out, “I’m sorry.” As LJ assured her that she was fine, things weren’t weird, she was good, Dylan slowly got up and made her way over to the sink. Leaning back against the counter so she was sort of facing LJ, Dylan ignored everything in her gut telling her that something was off and instead, relented. “No, you’re not acting weird, I think it’s just...” she shrugged and cautiously reached for LJ’s hand, gently running her pointer finger across her girlfriend’s fingers, “I think it’s just me. I’m being paranoid. I’m sorry.” She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “I’m good,” a lie, “promise.” Clearing her throat, she glanced down at the few dishes in the sink and shrugged, “do you need help? Wanna like...I don’t know...watch a movie after or something?” 

seldom did lj feel like a shitty girlfriend, but right now, underneath the fire of dylan’s lips, and forcing her grimace into a smile, she definitely did. “i missed you too.” lj replied, sounding more obligatory than sincere. “that’s a sweet surprise dyl…really…” lj’s expression, her tone, it all just indicated that a but would in fact be coming. “but this is like, a studio apartment. it’s real fuckin small. i literally sleep on a futon…are you okay with that?” she didn’t need dylan to answer, she already knew it would be a yes, she just hoped sterling wouldn’t mind a third guest in what was originally her own space. “yeah, yeah, i’m sure it’s fine.” lj said, lacking conviction as she opened the door for dylan and sent a quick text to sterling. “presents?” now a genuine smile from lj. it was a completely unnecessary gesture, but incredibly sweet, which honestly, wasn’t a bad way to describe dylan. taking the gifts, lj examined them briefly before setting them aside and offering a tender, “thank you baby.” and a quick kiss to the cheek. this felt better. more normal. that quickly crumbled though when dylan asked are you happy to see me. sighing, lj largely failed to conceal that swamped feeling and answered, “yeah, of course i am.”

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Dylan could sense the but coming at the end of LJ’s statement, so she wasn’t sure why she was so surprised when it came. “Oh,” she breathed out, suddenly feeling a little bit dumb for making the trip, “of course I don’t care, LJ. Do...do you care?” She wasn’t even sure what they were disagreeing about or if they even were disagreeing. Dylan’s defeated demeanor quickly shifted back to being giddy when LJ seemed to light up at the mention of presents. Watching LJ look at the gifts and then promptly thank her was all the indication Dylan needed to change her tune again. This had been the right call. “You’re welcome,” she said sweetly as her cheeks warmed up from the feel of LJ’s lips. Dylan plopped down on the futon that doubled as LJ’s bed and watched her girlfriend carefully. She observed the slight twitch of her brow and the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes when she said she was happy. “Are you?” Dyl challenged, surprising even herself, “are you feeling weird because of all the stuff in the group chat today?” Maybe she was projecting, but it needed to be said. “Are you and Eli like...I don’t know...talking? What was that?” 

school made lj fucking miserable, but at least the one bright spot of her senior year had been dylan. in the wake of being left by eli, and lost in the day to day of high school, dylan went out of her way and guided lj back into the real world, and eventually, the security of her arms. lj loved dylan. her free spirit, soft laugh, and heart of solid gold were pretty much lj’s world, but ever since she’d returned from her gap year. things had just been different. lj couldn’t put a finger on what it was, because distance was supposed to make the heart grow fonder, wasn’t it? yet here she was, seeing the actions from dylan she usually would’ve found sweet, as suffocating. for example, monday afternoon lj sat crouched over her laptop on the futon, searching through job listing in lima when a knock came at their door. figuring it was a lost customer from the lima bean below, lj groaned and crossed to open it. instead, she was met by her girlfriend jumping to hug her and kissing her eagerly, “dyl…hey…” lj said slowly. had she forgotten dylan was coming to visit? no, there’s no way she would’ve. “what are you doing here….i had no idea you were coming…did i fuckin’ space out or something?” she asked, candidly. literally feeling suffocated, lj had to remind herself to suck in a breath, then asked, “um…wanna come in?” 

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Dylan was so blindly in love with LJ and so naively happy that she was back in town that she truly didn’t notice the lack of enthusiasm when she opened the door. “I...missed...you...so...bad...” Dylan said in between peppering kisses on to LJ’s cheek and jaw line before she finally peeled herself off of her and stood in the doorway adjusting her bag over her shoulder. “I wanted to surprise you,” she explained, bright eyed and smiley, “one of my sorority sisters had to come into town for a family thing so I just hitched a ride.” It was only then that Dylan started sensing that something was off. Was LJ being weird...? Or was it just the weird interaction with Eli St. James getting in Dylan’s head? “Is it okay that I’m here?” Dyl asked, suddenly insecure as she walked into LJ and Sterling’s apartment and marveled at it before looking over her shoulder at her girlfriend, “I brought you presents. Rosé and...” she glanced down at the little gift box and extended it out to LJ, “flower to the people. I guess they’re like pre-rolls from San Francisco or something.” Dylan let out a sigh she’d been holding in and locked eyes with LJ, staring at her very intimately and longingly before asking the age old question, “are you happy to see me?” 

WHO: @ljholliday​ & dylan hart WHERE: lj and sterling’s apartment WHEN: monday, 4/12

When Dylan found out that one her sisters from DZ was driving down to Lima on Monday after chapter, she was quick to tag along. Her sorority sister would only be in Lima for a couple of days for a family thing and then they would drive back up to Columbus together again on Wednesday. As soon as Dyl was dropped off at the Lima Bean, she gave her friend a hug, grabbed her duffel bag out of the trunk, and made her way up to the apartment above the coffee shop. Before she knocked on the door, she pulled a bottle of rosé out of her bag, along with a tiny gift box of pre-rolls all the way from California. Dylan wasn’t a big smoker, but she knew LJ was, so when one of her classmates from San Francisco offered to bring her some kush back from the west coast, she took her up on it immediately. With her gifts in hand, Dylan knocked twice on the apartment door and waited eagerly for LJ to open up. Once she did, Dylan squealed as she jumped into her arms. “Surprise,” she breathed out, pressing her lips to the side of LJ’s face repeatedly before pulling back, “you didn’t think I was gonna let you move into your own apartment and not bring you a gift did you?”

as good as it felt to feel dylan’s lips graze her own once more, to lace their fingers together, and gaze at each other, lj couldn’t ignore the heaving in her chest. and it wasn’t the good, spin-around-in-circles, laugh-too-hard, kinda heaving either. it was one lj was having difficulty placing a description too other than bad, overwhelmed, car sick. lj loved dylan. plain and simple. but at their age, and after being away for so long, it was only natural their relationship feel different. lj didn’t dwell on it much, things would be back to normal in no time, it was like riding a bike. laughing softly, lj looked around her barren room. it now looked like more of a makeshift work out room complete with a mattress, than the psychedelic burrow than it had been when she left. joining dylan on the mattress by plopping down beside her on his back. snaking an arm around her girlfriend’s waist, she pulled her down to lay beside her. “are you fuckin crazy?” she asked with a teasing scoff, hand still resting on her hip, thumb rhythmically moving up and down the bump of her hipbone. “of course i missed you. the only bad part of being away wasn’t having you with me.” lj said simply. lifting herself from the mattress slightly, she rolled onto her side and slightly on top of dylan to give her a fleeting kiss. while it wasn’t typically her style, she knew dylan needed the attention that bordered on coddling. that knowledge within itself made lj all the more proud she’d been able to make it through the year, “you gonna hang down here with me this weekend, or do you gotta go back?” lj asked, now sweeping some of the hair from her face so she could take a good long look at her girlfriend. despite that remaining tightness around lj’s heart, there was nothing but fondness as she gazed down at her. with one hand still on dylan’s hip, lj brought her other down to brush along her collarbone. “did you get that box of gifts and shit i shipped you for your birthday? you never said anything about it.” 

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Dylan felt like she was on top of the world. Her heart was full to the brim with the purest love possible for the blonde who was gently grazing the skin on her hip and telling her everything she wanted to hear. “Crazy about you,” Dylan responded—corny as ever. Given that she was a very physically affectionate person, she wasted no time wrapping her arms loosely around LJ’s neck and mindlessly playing with her girlfriend’s hair. They had a lot of lost time to make up or and Dylan didn’t want to spend any time not touching her. “I missed you so much,” she was sure LJ knew that, but just like she never got tired of hearing it...she also never got tired of saying it. Their fleeting kiss left Dylan wanting, so she quickly pulled LJ back down for another, longer kiss before answering her question. “Of course I’m hanging down here with you,” she assured her, dreamily drinking in all of her features, “I told Maya she’s just gonna have to get used to seeing less of me now that you’re back. But also I’m so excited for you to meet her! She’s amazing and totally not a barbie.” There was no better feeling than being all tangled up in LJ like this. The light touch of her girlfriend’s fingers on her collarbone sent a wave of goosebumps through her and caused her to reactively kiss LJ again. What could she say? She’d been touch starved and she couldn’t help herself. “Which box?” she asked confusedly. The look on LJ’s face caused her to playfully wiggle her brows before she sat up and reached over to a box by the head of the mattress, “you mean this one?” She grabbed it and sat up next to LJ, holding the box in her lap, “I wanted to open it with you. Is that cheesy? I’ve been holding out!” She glanced down at the closed cardboard box and shrugged, “should I open it?” 

being in a sorority, a starting player on a college soccer team, and still wanting to have a social life apart from those two things meant that jazmine didn’t really have time for breaks. the once lackadaisical teenager was now a very organized woman. in her eyes she couldn’t be the best at every aspect of her life, but she damn sure would be as adequate as she could. this meant following her planner to a t, and today she only really had time to do her Quantitative Reasoning homework while eating lunch. it was ultimately a positive surprise when dylan appeared and slid into a seat across from her. “Hey!” she said, still punching away at her calculator. “I don’t have time for breaks today,” she said before scribbling an equation out in her notebook. “I’m sure you know how it is. College is super busy. I have another class after lunch and right when I get out I have to book it to the fields for conditioning for the rest of the night.”  she said, motioning to her soccer warm-ups she had on. “plus…seeing your sweet face is all the break i need.” jazmine teased with a smile. “what are you up to after lunch?”

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Hearing Jaz rattle off her schedule made Dylan dizzy. “You need to start scheduling in breaks,” she insisted, clicking her tongue as her eyes briefly glanced over all of her friend’s belongings spread across the table. At Jaz’s comment that Dylan knew how it was, all she could do was shrug. “I don’t know if I really know how it is...I’m never this busy...” it was meant as a compliment more than anything. Dylan was impressed by Jaz and truly admired her dedicated to...well...everything. “How do you do it?!” she asked, playfully nudging her friend’s foot with her own under the table. At the compliment, Dylan smiled bashfully and brought her ear down to her shoulder with a dramatic “awwwww, you love me.” And then came the sigh. “I don’t know what my plans are yet...I’ve been texting Maya and she’s trying to get me to skip my next class to go hang with some sig chis but...we’ll see.” Now that LJ was back in town, Dylan was weirdly feeling more wary about hanging out with boys all the time. Not that she’d done anything with said boys while her girlfriend was away, but there was something different about knowing LJ was back in Lima. It made Dylan have less of a desire to spend all her time innocently batting her eyelashes at guys she’d never really give any of her time to. “Are you at least going to be free over the weekend?” Dylan asked with a bright smile, “I think we’re due for a bonding night.” 

party and bullshit

WHO: maya crawford & @dylanhart​ WHEN: mon, march 29th WHERE: campus library 

for most people, the library signified a quiet place with unspoken rules: come, study, leave. for maya crawford? these rules were merely suggestions she chose to ignore. in her eyes, the library was a place to wear her letters, gossip with her sisters, and ogle the cute boys. if aydin crawford knew his youngest daughter spent most of her time texting boys instead of studying for the chemistry test she begged her professor to let her retake, he’d vomit… and yet? that didn’t stop maya’s fingers from dancing across her phone screen since the second her and dylan plopped themselves at the end of the dz’s unspoken assigned table. “okay,” she sighed and pushed her computer out of the way. “we’ve been here for twenty minutes. i’m over it,” her eyes dropped to read the newest incoming text. “it’s luke,” at dylan’s questioning eyes, maya explained, “from theta? they’re having a kegs and eggs on friday. thinking we start there, hit up sig chi’s pregame later, and end our night at pike?” when she was met with silence, maya tapped her roommate’s hand. “are you listening to me?”

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Even though Dylan’s nose was buried in her text books, her head was fully in the clouds. She had agreed to go to the library with Maya because, surprisingly enough, it was kind of a hot spot for socializing. People at the library were hardly ever studying. Most of the time they were doing exactly what Maya was doing—texting and flirting and chatting. Dylan usually took part it in too, but this time she was distracted. It turned out that Dylan’s nose wasn’t actually buried in her text book...it was buried in her phone which she had placed cleverly in her text book. She had sent LJ a slew of texts and hadn’t gotten a response back, so naturally, she was worried. She was about to fire off another text when she felt Maya’s hand tapping hers. “What?” Dyl asked, head snapping to the side to look at her friend. “Shoot, I’m sorry,” she sighed as she grabbed her phone and shut her book, “I was totally zoned out. LJ isn’t texting back.” Doing her best to put together what Maya had said, she hummed, “okay...weekend plans...eggs...pike...” She sucked in a sharp breath and stared at Maya with kicked puppy eyes. “I’m supposed to go back to Lima this weekend,” this was going to be happening a lot more now that her girlfriend was back in town, “but maybe I can convince LJ to come up instead? Will they let her into parties if she’s a geed and like...doesn’t go here?” 

WHO: @thee-jazmineevans​ & dylan hart WHERE: OSU cafeteria WHEN: monday, 3/22

When classes resumed on Monday after spring break, Dylan was in a very good and chipper mood. She was sun kissed from her time in Florida with Maya, her and LJ were back in the same state, and simply put? Life was good. Dylan had been zoning out in her Introduction to Comparative Religion class eyeing the clock when finally, her professor dismissed everyone from the lecture. With a sigh, she gathered her things and sped out of the room, eager to grab some food and socialize until her next class. College Dylan was a lot like high school Dylan, but there were some glaring differences. The main one being that generally speaking? Dylan no longer surrounded herself with people who made her feel bad. She was still sensitive and tenderhearted, but she spent a lot less time crying and feeling insecure, thanks to friends like Maya and surprisingly, Jaz. The two had gotten closer in their final year of high school and joining the same sorority had only strengthened that. When Dylan made her way into the caf with a wide, toothy grin and eyes searching for a familiar face, she was happy to see her high school friend. “Hey you,” she greeted as she approached Jaz at a booth and slid in across from her, “don’t tell me you’re doing school work.” One glance at Jaz’s text books and notes indicated that she was. “Don’t you ever take breaks? It’s your lunch time,” Dyl pointed to the food at the end of the table, “take a break.” 

HONEY, I’M HOME

WHO @dylanhart​ and lj holliday. WHEN friday, 3/19. WHERE holliday residence.

lima sucked, but it didn’t seem like a half bad place to die. perhaps it was morbid, or a touch dramatic, but lj wouldn’t have even come back to ohio if not for her mom. the house in lima was nicer than most of the places they stayed when lj was growing up. more importantly, holly liked it. it was the kinda place she deserved to grow older in, even if lj wasn’t about humdrum ohio. lj wouldn’t dare complain though, she was just happy to see her mom again, and her girlfriend after nearly a year away. there’d been plenty of facetimes and texts exchanged, so while she couldn’t say she was happy to be home, lj was not only happy to see two of her favorite people sat on the couch when she entered through the front door, but surprised. holly took a step back, already decided she would greet her baby later as dylan came barreling off the couch and into lj’s outstretched arms. their reunion was initially quiet, filled with the embraces they didn’t have for a year. shy about her mother being around, lj briefly pecked dylan’s lips before pulling away to grin, “hey you, i thought you were in florida? i mean i’m definitely not fuckin complaining but…” breathlessly, she looked over her girlfriend, as if she were in disbelief to whether or not she was real. it had been so long. then lj repeated with an awkward laugh, “just hey.” 

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Dylan did her very best to be present and enjoy her spring break in Florida, but there was no denying that for the entirety of her trip, she could only focus on one thing: LJ’s impending return to Ohio. Long distance hadn’t been easy, but Dylan knew in the depths of heart that sticking it out with LJ would be worth it. As she boarded her plane a day earlier than she had told her girlfriend she would, she was bubbling over with excitement. She had been texting Holly all day to make sure their plan was still a go—Dyl would go straight to the Holliday residence from the airport and surprise LJ upon her arrival. Dylan had been at her girlfriend’s place for all of ten minutes before the lady of the hour made her big arrival. When the door swung open, Dylan flung herself off the couch and into LJ’s arms with a breathless and borderline teary, “hey.” She could’ve stood in the entryway squeezing LJ for hours, but the modest kiss she received was a needed reminder that they weren’t alone. “I was in Florida,” Dylan explained as she peeled herself away from the girl she’d been missing all year long, “but I came back early. I wanted to surprise you!” After standing in front of each other chuckling awkwardly for a moment, Dylan looked over her shoulder at Holly who gave a nod that said, ‘go catch up.’ With a giddy smile, Dylan grabbed LJ’s hand and tugged her towards her bedroom. Once they were inside, she closed the door and immediately pushed LJ up against it. With her arms wrapped around her neck, Dylan kissed LJ like she hadn’t kissed her in a year because, well, she kind of hadn’t. After a moment, she pulled away and gently tucked her hair behind her ears and failed to conceal her wide, toothy grin. “I missed you,” she cooed, kissing LJ’s forehead and sliding her hands into each of LJ’s as she slowly walked backwards towards the foot of the mattress on the ground. “Are you happy to be back?” she asked, plopping back on to the bed and quirking a brow, “are you happy to see me?” 

[MARGARET QUALLEY, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] WHO’S THAT? OH IT’S [DYLAN HART]. I HEAR THEY’RE [19] AND ARE KNOWN AS [THE SANGUINE] AROUND [OHIO] AND HAVE A VOICE LIKE [LAUREN PRITCHARD]. THEY'RE ALSO A [FRESHMAN] AT [OSU] AND A PART OF [DELTA ZETA]. THEY’RE KNOWN TO BE [OPEN HEARTED AND FREE SPIRITED] AND [IMPRESSIONABLE AND INSECURE]. SOME PEOPLE SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF [WALKING BAREFOOT IN THE GRASS, MAKING OUT UNDER THE BLEACHERS, DAINTY CROSS NECKLACES].

Cam’s experience in the romance department was to put it simply, limited, at least in his opinion. Outside of the years he’d spent in a failed relationship and his natural flirtatious charisma, he didn’t really know much about girls. However, he could tell that Dylan was upset. He couldn’t really blame her. She’d received a vocal valentine and she expected that it came from him. He felt bad. Should he have sent her one? Did people who were just hooking up send each other valentines? The only one he had decided to send was a joke for Frankie. “Yeah. It really wasn’t me. I’m sorry,” he mumbled out as a sigh escaped from his lips. He turned his gaze to the window, and for the first time decided to actually glance at the literal view instead of the girl next to him. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable. As if there were some lingering unspoken questions hanging in the air. “I did,” he replied with a nod of his head. “You were a great date. I hope you had a good time too,” he spoke up, turning back toward her to send her an uneasy smile. Cam was always the type of person to talk about his feelings and face a problem head on. It was the best possible way to work through something. “Is everything okay, Dyl?” He questioned as he straightened out his positioning a little. “If there’s something you need to say. I’m all ears.”

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Dylan managed to muster up a smile as Cam told her, again, that he hadn’t sent her a vocal valentine. “So weird,” she said with a bit of a forced chuckle, “I have like...no idea who it could’ve been.” That part was true. There were no other guys pursuing Dylan at the moment and as far as she knew, none were even interested. It was all a big mystery. Happy to change the topic, Dylan cleared her throat and nodded at his comment. “Yeah, I had like...the best time,” she told him, now with a more genuine smile, grateful that it seemed like he also had a good time. In her experience, when she showed too much emotion, most guys shied away and tried to nip it in the bud. This was precisely why Dylan was taken aback by Cam’s question. Was everything okay? She turned her head to look at him and felt her breath momentarily hitch in her throat as she straightened out her position to mirror his. “Yeah, everything’s okay,” she lied halfheartedly, forcing another smile as she contemplated her options. She could act like nothing was wrong and make herself crazy...or she could be honest. If there’s something you need to say. I’m all ears. Dylan locked eyes with Cam in that moment and stared for a moment. After taking a deep breath and ignoring the way her heart thumped wildly in her chest, she shrugged. “Actually,” she started, voice small, “I guess I’m just kind of...wondering what we’re doing. Wondering like...what you want. With us.” Her thoughts came out jagged, but her feelings were clear. “I like you,” she told him honestly, “so...yeah. I don’t know.” A pause, and then another, “I don’t know.” 

LEMON: a lima girl that deserves a cali boy! that's a fact

LEMON: we're both way too hot for lima and we'll leave it at that

LEMON: i was a fool! so upsetting :/

LEMON: i think so? but i think we hooked up before anything happened with them so im kind of holding out on that. i'd like to not get murdered before grad

DYLAN: ugh what am i gonna do without u next yr ! ur staying close right ?!

DYLAN: there will be other boys :((

DYLAN: who are u eyeing for a prom date !

LEMON: well you're not going to know who it is and that's like the fun in every rom-com. it's always someone completely unexpected

LEMON: and i don't think you'll scare him off. i mean cam is super understanding and sweet so i think if there's any guy to be honest with, it's him.

LEMON: but love and crushes should be fun. you just need to be on the same page with him.

LEMON: which it's hard but we have our entire lives and i know high school couple tropes are amazing and i wish they did come true, but the honest truth is that were all so much better than lima guys.

LEMON: ugh literally no one. that football guy i was seeing a couple months ago came out which i should have expected when my mom said he smelled like lady gaga's fame perfume so. and kaden and i hooked up but that's like not a thing. so pretty dry on my end.

DYLAN: ugh ... u might be right !

DYLAN: idk if im better than lima guys ! im a lima girl ! but u are definitely better than the boys here THAT is a fact !

DYLAN: omg ... i knew i recognized that smell !

DYLAN: whoa kaden ! isnt he dating that girl from crawford ?