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@dylan-brownccl
That’s right…you did say that. I’m sorry I forgot. I’ve just been so overwhelmed lately so I just…went blind when it came to realizing what I have. Thanks, Dylan, for reminding me.
It's fine Luce, whenever you feel like your alone come find me. I'm usually stuck up in my room or something, okay?
Old Ghosts || Kat & Dylan
Kat leaned forward and rubbed her sweaty hands on her pants, apprehensive about her… “decision”. Is this what she really wanted? Maybe. It was too late to take it back, she supposed. So she smiled at Dylan and took his hand in both of hers, catching on his thumb and rubbing it affectionately. She did like him, that was true. And Kat needed friends, needed people who cared about her, considering she had pushed away all the people she had become friends with. Vince, Henry, Luce, Dylan…
Kat sighed. “It means… It means we have to figure out exactly what that means.” She searched his eyes to explain, since words were not enough. “I think it means… that I do like you, Dylan.” She bit her lip and tried to gauge Dylan’s reaction.
Before had Dylan to check his reaction a goofy grin spread from ear to ear, covering his entire face. He looked Kat in the eyes and felt nothing but affection for her. "I'm willing to go at any speed Kat, we can start over completely or just work it slow from here."
He fixed his face and stared at her, trying his best to look serious. Aside from Luce, he didn't have too many friends at Camp Crystal. He'd made himself unpopular with his obvious distaste for Vince and many people had steered clear of him after that event. But Kat, if there was one person he could hold on to and try again with it would be her. "I hope you know I really like you too, Kat." He stared into her eyes, yearning to decipher anymore than her face was allowing him too.
I’m sorry. So much has happened since then so I…actually don’t remember at all. It’s felt like another world since then.
I told you we'd have each others backs! Through out anything. I got your back when you're dealing with Vince and you got mine when I'm dealing with Kat.
I know that. I do….
But there’s only so much loneliness a person can take before it just…consumes you.
I thought things were okay…I really, really did. But now I’m wondering why I make an effort at all, when things only ever end up blowing up in my face or things just…fizzle out. *sigh* I’m sorry. You don’t have to listen to this.
You don't have to be lonely? Remember after Jason first appeared by the mess hall that night? Do you remember what I told you, Luce?
Old Ghosts || Kat & Dylan
How was she supposed to feel? Apologetic? Upset? Confused? Because Kat felt all those things.
What she didn’t feel was regret.
Maybe Dylan did love her, maybe he didn’t. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that Kat had hurt him. She had kissed him, and she had left. And that was worse than what Vince did to her.
“I have to be honest with you, Dylan,” she began, her voice breaking a little. “I… I don’t know how to feel about you. I don’t know whether to punch you in the face or kiss you.” She sighed. “And I can’t promise you anything. I’m not a decisive person. But… I’m willing to try it out?” She bit her lip in apprehension. She didn’t think she loved Dylan. But she did like him. Maybe the love part came after. She didn’t really know. Kat had never been committed to a relationship, other than the half-assed ones slapped together in a shitty attempt to upset her parents and maintain her reputation as the girl who was too cool for everyone and everything. And those didn’t mean anything to her, and they didn’t mean anything to the boys she had dated. At least she knew Dylan cared about her, and that was more than what she could say about any other guy she had ever been with.
"But. . . I'm willing to try it out?" These words dropped like bombshells on Dylan as he looked down at his feet. So all hope wasn't lost? He'd come here mentally prepared to receive full blown rejection, maybe even a little more malice. He just wanted to make sure that her foot had been okay. "I'm okay with that, I mean, I'm totally okay with that! Fersure I am, I mean you know Kat..." his hands had become clammy and the words felt like lead in his mouth. "I guess what I'm trying to say, I mean I dunno how to really put this.."
He looked around the room, at the crazy mess, at the disorder. Her room was a perfect reflection on Kat, and Dylan loved it. Did he love her? He didn't think he did, he'd never loved anyone before, but this feeling was strong. Stronger than anyone he'd ever had an interest in before.
"Alright, Kat. I mean, I guess the only way I could put this is your the kind of girl I'd really like to bring to my farm one day." What the fuck. Why had he said that? Deep down though he understood why. His farm was his life, his sanctuary, everything that he knew was there. By letting Kat accompany him to his farm one day it would really let her understand who the real Dylan was. "So you'd be willing to try it out... I see. So what does that mean?"
*sighs* Date night was a bust, movie night was a bust…
Now what do I do? *mumbles* What’s the point in trying? Everything I do ends in failure…
Luce, everythings fine. Relationships aren't the end all be all!
First Kiss, First Dip? || Dylan && Lavender
It felt nice to be back in the water again. And it was much warmer than being out in the cool breeze again, even if it was only for a short moment. She gave very little effort as she swam, just gliding through the water peacefully. This is what she missed. Being able to just relax for once, without having to drink or get high. For a moment, she felt homesick. She missed the sandy beaches and the salty air, and the way she could just skate down to the beach everyday and-
She was brought back to reality as she saw Dylan out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head slightly, she offered him a smile as she watched him pass her. She sped up a bit now though, swimming just a short distance behind him. It wasn’t long before the two reached the docks. The brunette stayed in the water for a bit, looking up at him for a brief moment. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she smirked softly at him as she climbed up onto the dock. Still, she crawled over towards him. “Well congratulations then, Mr. Brown,” she mumbled quietly as she moved towards him. She climbed on top of him. Her hair fell down into her face as she leaned down, pressing her lips against his again.
Laying flat on his back, his ass pressed against the soggy dock with a foreign surfer sprawled across his body seemed like something they would film in a porno. At least I think this is what a porno would be like? Dylan wonders. As Lavenders lips meet his, he's drawn back to reality by that faint taste of vodka, bitter in his mouth as it cuts through the taste of saliva. He doesn't mind though, as he playfully kisses her, cupping her shoulder blades with his hands, tracing the small of her back with his fingers. He could lay like this forever.
He begins to kiss a little harder, darting his tongue against her lips until they part to allow entry. On the dock they lay there, their bodies pressed firm together, as the kissing becomes more passionate and firm, as the tongues push further and further back into their mouths and their hands come closer and closer to each others waists.
Without warning, Dylan locks his hands behind her back and flips her over so that he's kneeling on top of her. He takes one hand and pushes her hair behind her ear, and grins at her. "I decided that since I cheated on the last race, you could lay down for a bit."
Aw dudes
Well now you know, mate. You’re definitely missing out, though. I know that you know that I’m pretty cool.
Precisely. Don’t you ever forget it.
Lavender, you know I could never forget how dirty you are. And I could never forget how cool you are.
Aw dudes
Weird. I guess you could call me a pothead or whatever, I dunno man. But I’m pretty cool too, if you ask me.
I’m pretty dirty too. But not in the way you’re talking about.
Well I dunno. I was probably just misunformed. You know I think you're pretty cool.
I know you're dirty, in the way I wasn't talking about. How could I forget?
Aw dudes
It was pretty hilarious, dude.
Actually? Wait…does weed even exist in Michigan?
Well yea but only the potheads smoke it? I thought that's how it was everywhere? Only the really like... dirty kids smoked it in highschool. All the 'cool' kids just drank.
First Kiss, First Dip? || Dylan && Lavender
Lavender’s lips moved against his hungrily as her eyes snapped shut and her fingers intertwined themselves into his wet locks. Her arms tightened slightly around his neck as she pressed her own body against his. And for a moment, she seemed to forget where they were. She forgot that they were both naked and soaked and freezing and sitting on an uncomfortable rock. They were kissing and she was enjoying it. And that’s all that mattered. The only sound that could be heard was their uneven breathing, the slight cold breeze, and their tongues and mouths mingling with each other.
It wasn’t until Dylan pulled away, that she pulled her eyes open and attempted to catch her breath. Then she could feel the rock digging into her knees again. She rolled her lips into her mouth and smiled softly, nodding once. “Good plan, mate,” she grinned, standing up slowly, ruffling his hair gently with her hand. “Ready?” she turned her head back to look at him before starting to count down from three. But before she reached one, she was already in the water and speeding towards the dock. But maybe this time, she’d lose on purpose.
Before she had even gotten halfway through counting to two, Lavender had launched herself from the rock and was speeding towards the dock. He didn't hesitate and jumped in right after her, kicking and speeding as hard as he could to catch up. The moon rippled as Lavenders body broke the water ahead of him, and it glistened off at every odd angle as he was able to come level to her ankles.
Slowly he over took her, which to him seemed a little puzzling. In the last race, if it hadn't been for his light hearted cheating, she would have definitely won. She was obviously a better swimmer than he was, and he suspected growing up in the South Pacific had something to do with it.
He reached the docks and hauled himself up without a backwards glance. He lay on his side and smiled at Lavender as she sidled up beside the dock. "I think you let me win that one, Ms. Kavanaugh." He smiled at himself as she smirked at him. Her wet hair was falling perfectly, as if some deity had placed it that way themselves. "Either way it looks like I've won, so that means you have to crawl up here and lay on top of me?"
Aw dudes
Haha nah man, I’m just joshin’ ya.
Just weed mate, no worries.
That was so not funny. I had no clue? I've actually never, heh, smoked weed?
Aw dudes
No. Cocaine.
Holy Shit.
Aw dudes
Because I’m as high as a kite, mate!
High? From what? Marijuana?
Aw dudes
I’m so chill right now.
So chill? I mean that's good. Why so chill, though?
Old Ghosts || Kat & Dylan
Kat laughed a little when Dylan started snacking on the stale chips he found, crushed and half-eaten, haphazardly tossed on the ground. “Those aren’t mine,” she giggled as he stuffed a few more into his mouth. “One of the roommates brought them from home… I tried one; they’re so gross!” She laughed and sipped from a can of flat Mountain Dew, her smile fading as Dylan brought up the incident. “Oh yeah, that…” She shook the now-empty can and bent the aluminum between her thumb and fingers before watching it drop to the floor to join its comrades. She sighed and tapped her bottom lip in apprehension, unsure as to where to begin. “Ah… Look, Dylan,” she began, biting her thumbnail. “I overreacted, and I was stupid, and I’m sorry.” She positioned herself closer to the edge of the bed. “I just… didn’t really appreciate what I’m sure was meant to be a kind gesture on your part,” she conceded. “But you were way out of line. Picking me up?” She threw back a piece of hair with her hand. “If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I’m one hard-ass. I don’t give a shit if you care about my safety or not. I’m a stubborn bitch. But I need you to respect that. That’s how I learn. And I get it.” Her hands tapped on her sweatpants. “You cared about me. I know that now. But… I’m strong enough to take care of myself,” she said with a smile. “I just…” Sigh. “I’m sorry, I guess I’m saying.” She furrowed her brow and looked off, puzzled, searching for confirmation, and, finding it somewhere, nodded. Her eyes returned to Dylan’s, uncertain. “I’m sorry.” And, for once, she actually meant it.
The delicious Canadian ketchup chips fell to the ground as Kat fired herself up. He'd known the second he had picked her weeks ago that he'd done something wrong. He'd known that he had been way out of line, that she should have respected her wishes to run away like she did. He had only done it out of love and caring for her?
As Kat said sorry, a different tone set itself down on the room. He looked at her, and everything about Lavender disappeared. This was the girl he had meant to meet here, this was the girl he was supposed to fall for and bring back home when the show was over to meet mom and dad. He only hoped that Kat still felt for him.
"I agree with you, Kat. I do. I mean it. I realised the second I grabbed you that night that I had crossed a boundary. I think I was just scared, and forgot for a second how strong you were?" he laughed as he added, "I mean mentally. I did throw you over my shoulders like you weighed nothing." His face fell as he thought that this probably wasn't something that smart to say at this moment. He sat up and went to the bed, lifting Kats injured leg carefully off the bed, sitting down, then placing it in his lap. He continued, "I was just scared for you Kat. I didn't want to see you get hurt." He looked to meet Kats eyes, "I mean. I still feel for you the same way I did when I wrote that note?"
