#fluffy dylan

The worst thing about dating an actor? Them being gone a lot.

The best thing about dating an actor? Well, in my experience… getting to be on the sets.

Can I take you back a few years? Like, almost ten? Good? Great.

I sighed. “First day of high school, Freshman year. Good times.”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!”

Scoffing, I said, “That’s easy for you to say! Dyl, you’re starting your Junior year! You’ve already been through this.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got me by your side now,” he said, putting his arm over my shoulder. “I’ll make sure you know the ropes, take you to your classes,--”

“Help me remember where my locker is and it’s combination?” I asked, a hopeful smile on my face.

He chuckled, pulling me into his side a little more. “Yeah, sure. Oh, by the way, Mom wants you and your dad over for dinner tonight.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” I said.

“Good, because your dad already said yes last night,” Dyl said. “Come on. Let me help you find your locker.”

~~~

Dinner that night was normal for us; we ate whatever Dylan’s mom made. After, him and I went upstairs to his bedroom to hang out a little bit. Unfortunately for me, I had a little bit of homework.

“You’re doing homework?” Dylan asked. “On the first day of school?” Without looking up from my papers, I said, “Yep,” popping the P.

“Who’s your teacher?”

“Mrs. Green,” I dragged.

“What subject?” he asked, sitting down in front of me.

“Science. One of my least favorite subjects.” I scanned my eyes across the page, reading the information I needed to.

“You got anymore? Maybe I can help.”

“Actually,” I said, reaching over the side of the bed and grabbing my backpack. “Look in there for my blue notebook and binder, please. It’s my math.”

“You got a system or something for high school?” he chuckled, unzipping my bag.

“As I matter a fact, O’Dylan. See what I did there?” I said, looking up at him. His face read unamusement to which I just chuckled at. “Anyway, yes, I have a system.”

“And what would that be, O’Y/L/N?”

“To be more organized, and by being organized, I mean color code all my classes,” I explained. “And yes, that also means using the same color pens and pencils.”

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he whispered.

Didn’t go unheard by me, though. “Did you just call me cute?”

Cue the red face from my guy best friend. “Uhm--uh--uh--”

I giggled at him stuttering in his embarrassment. “It’s okay, Dyl. I think you’re cute, too.”

“Mhmm,” I nodded. “Always have since we moved next door.”

“Across the street,” he deadpanned.

“Same thing,” I said.

After having that conversation, let’s just say that the second day of school started with us walking hand in hand into the school, both of our friend groups looking at us in awe and shock, not seeing this coming. Hell, I didn’t see it, either, and yet here we are.

The day went by like normal, but with a little more intimacy; hand holding, kisses on the temple and forehead, nothing too extreme.

That didn’t come until about three months later. Dyl and I were cuddling on the couch in his living room watching a movie while our parents talked in the dining area.

“Hey, Dyl,” I said.

“Yeah, Y/N/N?”

“Don’t get all weird on me for asking, but…” I trailed off.

“Hey,” he said, causing me to look up at him. “Whatever it is, I won’t get weird, okay?”

I nodded and lightly placed my chin on his chest, taking a deep breath. “Have you had your first kiss yet?”

He looked above my head for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah.”

“It was awkward,” Julia yelled from the stairs.

“Jules!” Dylan yelled.

I laughed at their small bickering, having been used to it for the last four years. 

“Anyway,” he said. “Yeah, I have. Why?”

I shrugged, looking down at a spot on his shirt. “No reason. Just wondering.”

It was quiet for a moment before it seemed to click for him. “Wait. Have you had yours yet?” Looking back up at him, I gave him a look that said I was too embarrassed to say anything before looking back down at the spot on his shirt.

“Y/N/N,” he said. “Baby, look at me.”

“No,” I whispered. “I haven’t. 

Putting his finger under my chin, he lifted my head. “Sit up,” he whispered. I sat up, him following. “Don’t geek out, okay?”

I nodded before he put his hands on my cheeks, lightly cupping them. I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Just nervous,” I said.

“Hey, I’m your boyfriend,” he said. “This is supposed to happen.”

I chuckled and looked down, nodding. “Yeah, I guess. Just do it before I get up and run home to lock myself in my room.”

He nodded and chuckled, slowly leaning in, letting me back out if I wanted. I didn’t. Leaning forward, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but I just let him take the reins on this one.

Feeling his lips on mine made the fireworks, sparks, butterflies, and all that cliche shit happen. I placed my hands on his shoulders, right where the collar of his shirt sits, and just let him take control for a moment.

We both were sat up, but the next thing I knew, my back was meeting the couch cushions, Dylan resting on his forearms beside my head to keep himself upright. Our lips moved in sync for… God knows how long before we heard a throat being cleared.

Having my eyes closed, I pulled my hands free from his face, which I didn’t know I was holding.

“Take her home?” his dad said.

“Absolutely,” Dylan said. 

Both us sat up quickly, moving to put our shoes on and for me to grab my backpack.

As soon as we stepped outside and the door closed, we both bursted out in laughter.

“My first kissing--”

“Make-out,” Dylan corrected.

“Make-out session,” I chuckled. “And we get caught.”

“Ahh, that’s alright,” he said, lacing our fingers. “There’s plenty of time for that.”

Stopping at my front door, I turned and faced him, our fingers still laced. “Well, this is my stop.”

“Looks like it,” he said, his chin meeting his chest.

I took a step closer to him, ducking my head to try and look him in the eyes. “Dyl? Babe? Are you okay?”

He looked up at me, a smirk ever present on his face. “You called me babe.”

“Well, you called me baby,” I countered.

“That I did,” he said, a small smile on his face. “That I did.”

~~~

Every day after that was a new adventure. Like, the first time we said I love you.

“Hey, Y/N/N?”

“Yeah, Dyl?” I said, towel drying my hair with one of his towels.

“Couple things,” he said. “One, you look amazing in my shirts, clothes, whatever.”

“Awwww, babe!” I beamed, walking over and putting a knee on his bed. “Thank you.”

He smiled. “You’re welcome. And two, there’s something I really wanna talk to you about.”

Fear must’ve taken over my face because his eyes went as wide as saucers. “No, no, I didn’t mean that!”

I let out a breath, putting my hand over my heart in feign hurt. “Well, thank God!”

At his look, I chuckled. “Okay, okay. What is it that you wanna talk to me about?”

“Uhm,” he sighed. Looking down at his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Dyl?” I said, dropping the towel to the floor and sitting in front of him. “Babe, are you okay?” I set my hand on top of his, causing him to quickly look up at me.

“I love you,” he rushed.

The only thing I could do was look at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“I love you,” he said again. “I have for a long time, but I didn’t know how or when to tell you, so I just--”

I stopped his words by grabbing his face and bringing his lips to mine, feeling him finally relax. I pulled away for a moment before diving back in, our lips moving in sync. Pushing him to his back, I straddled his hips, putting my hands on either side of his head to prop myself up.

Pulling away again once my lungs were screaming at me, I looked down at him and smiled. “I love you, too, Dyl.”

He smiled again, putting his hand on the back of my head to bring our lips back together before he said, “Good.”

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And every day after that was another step closer to the biggest thing that could happen in a relationship. The One Year mark. I won’t go into too many details. He took me out to dinner then a walk on the beach. We ended up ending the night at his house watching a movie in his room. Pretty simple. Of course, that Monday was the third day of my Sophomore year. 

Dylan’s graduation was even more special. We did the same thing as our one and two year anniversary, and while the night did technically end back at his house, let’s just say that sexy time happened. Don’t worry, folks. The graduation party was over… and his friends were downstairs eating all the food. Ahem, moving on.

The first day of my Senior year was something I wished hadn’t had come. 

Looking out at the front of the school, I sighed, tears lining my eyes.

“Baby?” he said. “You okay?”

I lightly nodded my head, taking a deep breath. “Just can’t believe I’m gonna be a Senior.”

He chuckled and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers. I left my hand relaxed as I closed my eyes, a tear streaming down my face. He unlaced our fingers, putting his hand under my chin and turning my head to lock our eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” I whispered. “I’ve always walked in on the first day, and now that you’ve graduated… I feel like I’m gonna feel lost and alone.”

“You won’t,” he said. “Cause I’m gonna be waiting right here or over there after school for you.”

I smiled at him, and tilted my head a little. “I love you,” I whispered.

Smiling back, he replied, “I love you, too, baby.”

We both leaned forward at the same time, pressing our lips together. Our lips moved in sync for about a minute before I reluctantly pulled away. “I gotta go or else I’m gonna be late.”

He chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Go. Have fun. Trust me. This will be one of the best days of your life.”

“I think I can think of something else, but I’m not at liberty to disclose that information,” I said.

He looked at me like he was confused, so I just shook my head at him, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, before I got out of the car.

School that day was weird, but oddly relaxing. I didn’t really have any homework like Freshman through Junior year. I didn’t have to wait that long after school let out for Dylan, spotting his car after I bid a couple girls from my classes goodbye for the day.

After getting into his car and giving him a hello kiss, I told him about my day and how we could spend the rest of the day together, if he wanted, but then a thought crossed over my mind.

“Aren’t you filming in LA for this episode a little bit?” I asked.

He chuckled, reaching over and lacing our fingers. “I was wondering when you were gonna ask about that. And yes, we are, but they gave me the day off to spend with you.”

“Okay, so what do I need to do about school?”

“I’ll drop you off and pick you up when we’re in LA when I can, and your dad will take over when I’m in Atlanta,” he explained.

“Cool,” I smiled. I tightened my grip on his hand a little, sadness coming over me a little. “Sucks that you’re filming on both coasts. Especially on a coast where we’re both originally from.”

“Yeah, but that's the price we both have to pay,” he said, pulling into his driveway. 

“But, isn’t my dad producing the show?” I asked, getting out of the car.

“A few episodes,” Dylan said. “He won’t fly to Atlanta with us, though.”

“Oh, gotcha,” I said, walking into the house. “Ya’know, I’m hoping to break out in the industry myself one day.”

“Oh, yeah?” he beamed.

“Yup. Always been a dream of mine,” I smiled.

Wrapping his arms around my waist after I dropped my bag by the door, he pressed our foreheads together. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gotten you an audition.” “Cause I wanna finish school and be a normal teenager before I become famous.”

He chuckled before moving his lips to me, a sigh of content coming from me. 

Pulling away for a moment, I said, “I could really get used to that. And these--” I pointed to my lips. “--will always be waiting for you when you leave to be some big ass TV or movie star.”

“I probably won’t get that big, but okay,” he chuckled.

“Come on,” I said, lacing our fingers. “I know of something else we could do in the meantime.”

~~~

I can honestly tell you that dating an actor was a freaking cool thing. There would be days where my dad would be needed on set and I’d have to go with him, and let me tell you; being on a TV set was so much different than being on a music video set.

Senior year came and went, graduation was like normal with a graduation party that Dylan was able to come to and even brought his co-star and best friend Tyler Posey, whom I was a fan of. We ended up clicking instantly.

Dylan was shooting a movie called The First Time and while he had some kissing scenes, he kept reassuring me that he loved me and no one else. Little would I know in a few months that that would change. 

I love Dylan with everything, but I didn’t trust his co-star, Britt. She was always around and wouldn’t leave him alone. Even when I was there!

That’s okay. At least he came home with me when they were done filming for some of the night shoots. I did get to play with Maggie, who played Dyl’s little sister in the film when they didn’t need her for certain scenes. 

All in all, Dyl and I were still going strong… for about four more months at least. What happened next… sucked.

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