miss movin' on

izzy--senior at west valley

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dylan-york:

Dylan sniffed, turning onto his side to face her before pulling her in close. He buried his face into her neck and took a deep breath, fists full of her shirt as he clung to her. It felt like he would fall off the face of the Earth if he accidentally let her go. “I… I know, I’m sure everyone fails every once and awhile, but this… man, this is the icing on the fucking cake.” He whispered, leaning closer as she kissed his neck. That would’ve turned him on in an instant any other day, but not today. “I don’t- You’re not… embarrassed right? That I failed?”

“Hey, no.”  Izzy shook her head rapidly, giving Dylan a gentle squeeze.  “Everybody fails.  It’s part of growing up, isn’t it?  It’s just--important for you to know that you still have a chance, okay?  I..I know it’s not the same, but I totally failed at feeding Esme the other day, and in about five minutes the entire kitchen--plus Esme-- was covered in baby food. But what did I do?”  Izzy hummed softly, stroking Dylan’s skin lightly.  “I gave her a bath and sat down and tried again.  And it worked! She finally ate. It did take me a solid two hours to clean the whole-ass kitchen, though.”  She still had the ghost of a smile on her lips, though, and after a moment she pecked Dylan’s lips lightly.  “I’m not embarrassed at all.  I’m proud of you.”

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dylan-york:

Dylan blinked quickly as he felt some tears starting to well in his eyes before deciding just to close them, not wanting her to see him crying right now. “I just- My parents are going to kill me, Iz. Like- I don’t know how this happened? I mean- I do know how it happened… but like…” He rubbed his face with his free hand before turning onto his back, eyes still closed as he started to whisper. “I failed senior year.”

“Hey.”  Izzy rubbed Dylan’s back, scooting ax close to him as she possibly could.  “You’ve had one fucked up year.  They’ll understand that.  You just need to take a bit of a break, and you’ll come back in the fall all refreshed and ready.  I know you can do it. Maybe you can take a course over the summer, even, and I’ll help you.”  She held him close, pressing kisses to the crook of his neck.  “Just because you failed, Dylan, it doesn’t make you a permanent failure. You aren’t alone.  I promise.”  Izzy didn’t quite know if her words helped--frankly, she could only hope.  

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dylan-york:

Dylan tensed slightly as he felt the weight of Izzy move his mattress but quickly relaxed as she kissed his shoulder, her hand in his hair. He wasn’t sure exactly why she made him feel that way, like everything in the world could be fixed just by having her sit next to him, but he was grateful for it. Especially now. “Listen…” He started off quietly, turning his head to face her as he wrapped an arm around her middle. “I… I really fucked up this time, Iz. Like… bad.”

Izzy’s brow creased almost immediately.  She wasn’t going to make this all about her, it was just--kind of hard for her not to entertain the idea that there was someone else.  Still, she managed a small smile and snuggled closer to him. “I’m sure that’s not true.  What happened?”

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dylan-york:

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One thing after another. That’s how things had been for Dylan since he found out about Riley’s murder. It was like he could never catch a break, but after a pretty easy life, maybe this was just him getting what he was owed. Maybe it was karma for never sticking up for Joey or any of the other kids Riley picked on throughout their years at school together. Whatever it was, it was here with a vengeance and didn’t seem to show any signs of stopping. 

He had already gotten the ball rolling for his confession of the day by texting Izzy and inviting her over. Sure, she was Izzy so he was sure she was going to be sweet about the entire situation, but he knew that deep down she probably wouldn’t be too happy with him. Hell, he wasn’t either. And there was no way his parents would let him walk away from this unscathed. 

The door was left cracked so that she could just walk in as he laid in his bed, head facing the opposite way with his eyes closed. If only he could sleep through all of his latest issues. He let out a quiet huff, running his hand through his hair as he waited for her to arrive. This was not going to be easy.

Izzy hadn’t know what to expect in the days following Wyatt’s arrest.  She was usually good at letting things roll right off her back, acting like they didn’t phase her.  When Dylan texted her, she could hardly stop the butterflies from floating around in her stomach.  It seemed like she was the happiest when she was with him.

She arrived at Dylan’s dorm right on schedule, making her way down the stairs and down the hall to see him.  There was a nagging suspicion that something had gone awry, but she did what she could to not focus on that.  When she slipped into his room, she could immediately tell that something was wrong--her suspicions had been confirmed.  But instead of wigging out, Izzy simply curled up right next to Dylan and kissed his shoulder, one hand brushing through his hair.  “Hey.  What’s going on?”

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dylan-york:

{text: Izzy} you can keep the hoodie babe its yours

{text: Izzy} ill see you soon😘

(text: Dyl) really? :O

(text: Dyl) See you soon! xoxo

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dylan-york:

{text: Izzy} i was just wondering if maybe you wanted to come hang out at my dorm for a bit?

{text: Izzy} theres something we need to talk about

(text: Dyl) of course! ...is this about your hoodie? bc i swear I was gonna bring it back.

(text: Dyl)  I’ll see you in fifteen?

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dylan-york:

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{text: Izzy} hey gorgeous whatcha up to?

(text: Dyl) hi :D ! not much, just finished helping the girls do some cleaning around the sorority house.  what about you?

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SMS|| izzy & daisy

izzy: hey, chica! just wanted to know if you'd be down for a sleepover at the house tomorrow! it'll be super fun!

[souldistracted]

he is the dangerous boy with the wild heart and I am the girl who never stops trying to coax the softness out of his shell. he makes me feel free and I give him the freedom to be, to hurt, to feel, to love. his lips taste like thunder and I have always tried to brave the storm.

i tried not to love him, by j.h. (via alyxofrp)

@dylan-york

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dylan-york:

Dylan leaned in as she kissed the side of his head, comforted by the small gesture as he drew small shaped on her back lightly. “Yeah? Because your bed is like… 1,000% more comfortable that mine is. Sometimes I wake up feeling like an old man talking about how my back fucking hurts.” He forced out a chuckle as she flicked his shoulder before leaning into her more, not wanting to let go even to leave. “Yes. But you look so pretty in your dress and you deserve to have everyone see and I just…”

“You sure it’s not ‘cause you’re actually an old man?”  Izzy teased, giving Dylan another sweet kiss.  “With some very talented hands, I might add.”  She hummed softly, giving some thought to her own offer.  “Yeah.  Because this night’s not about me.  At the end of the day, I want to make sure you know that I’d always put you first.  That includes this moment.  And I’d rather just hang out with you, in your t shirt, enjoying pineapple on pizza and feeling like at least--at least our little safety bubble hasn’t been popped.  Does that make sense?”

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dylan-york:

Dylan nodded, keeping his grip on her tight enough to feel her close against him, but not too tight so that she would struggle to breathe. “I just… I really want to go home.” It came out as a whisper much softer than he wanted, but there just wasn’t even energy for him to speak up. “The sorority beds are so comfortable… I feel like they’re from Heaven.” He played with the tips of her hair, glancing around before closing his eyes. “Ten. Ten tickles. Tentacles.” 

“I know, Dyl.  I know.”  Izzy kissed the side of Dylan’s head, offering a sad smile his way.  “You’re always welcome, you know that, right?”  She felt terrible for him, and couldn’t imagine what she’d have done if she’d been in his shoes.  “Hey!”  She faked a gasp, flicking his shoulder lightly.  “Way to steal the punch line, babe.”  After a moment, she snuggled closer to him.  “You wanna ditch the place?”

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dylan-york:

It was nice to hear that she believed him, but Dylan was still pretty far from fine as he claimed. Sure, if Izzy walked away again he might be able to kill Wyatt with just a look, but she made him soft, grounded him and brought him back to solid ground. Without her, he wasn’t sure what the hell he’d be doing. He wrapped his arms around her tight as she crawled into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head as he let out a quiet sigh. “I just… I can’t fucking- I don’t-” And then he clammed up again, no longer wanting to talk about the whole situation. “Stilettos, huh?” Any other day, that would’ve earned her a laugh, but he just couldn’t force one out. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate it.” 

“Shh, babe.  It’s okay.”  Izzy touched Dylan’s cheek gently, giving him the best one-armed squeeze she could manage.  “We’ll just stay here for a while, okay? If you want, you can come back to the sorority house with me.  I know you like the beds.” She kissed Dylan’s cheek and settled her head back on his shoulder.  “Hey.  How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”

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dylan-york:

“I’m fine.” Dylan insisted again and he shook his head forcefully. The motion made him feel like he might throw up, but he tried to push it away as his date moved closer to him on the floor. “You don’t need to protect me, Iz. I’m the one protecting you. But I’m- fine. I’m fine, honestly.” Was he trying to concinve her or himself? Either way, it was the only thing he could come up with. “Tonight’s been crazy, but I just-“ After taking a deep breath, he held out his arms for her. Sure, he was angry enough to kill, but he was too soft for her.

“I believe you.”  Izzy watched Dylan, still not completely convinced by his behavior but willing to let it slide.  She stared at him for a moment, the ghost of a smile on her lips as she crawled into his arms.  It’d been a hell of a night, and she was ready to put it all behind her.  “I have to believe it’s all going to work out. You’ll get justice for Riley, because if anyone will, it’s gonna be you.  And I’m gonna be here for you.”  She nuzzled his neck, fingers playing absently with his curls.  “Besides, my stilettos are long enough, so if anyone gives you shit, I could shove one up their asses.” She murmured nonchalantly.  It went without saying that Izzy cared so deeply for Dylan.  She hadn’t expected to, but things had just...happened.  And certainly, there was no room for complaints here.

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vixenpetals:

Skyler was not quite sure if Izzy meant Wyatt would need her or Dylan because your friend killing someone often made things a bit awkward for coffee chat, not that there was even going to be coffee chat. The girl seemed like she was going to get upset. At the mention of being voted for a sad smile sprung to her lips, forced. “I don’t think Odette is going to be too happy to lose to a psychotic drunk… How funny, our prom king turned out to be a killer, that’s a tv show plot I did not ask for.” 

“Well, Odette can suck a dick.”  Izzy huffed, shaking her head.  After a few seconds, she realized how harsh that had sounded against someone she supposedly idolized, and she held her hands up in surrender.  “It’s...been a long night.”  She offered, raking her fingers through her hair.  “I don’t think anyone saw this coming, which makes it even more awful. Is--um, do you need anything?  You look a little shaken up.”

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dylan-york:

“No, seriously, it’s not. At all. I should- I have- It was just wrong.” Dylan’s voice was firm as he nodded, knowing that he shouldn’t have attacked Henry but positive that if he had to redo the last few events, he’d make the exact same choices as he did the first time. His frown was obvious as he heard her sniffle, causing him to look over at her quickly with furrowed brows. “You- Iz, why are you crying? Are you okay?”

“You’re not wrong.  You’re hurting.”  Izzy managed a sad smile, waving her hand.  “No, I’m--I mean, I was, but only--because I was so worried and scared for you. It’s selfish, probably.  I’m more upset with myself for not being able to protect you.”  Her shoulders slumped, and she scooted half an inch closer to him.  “I’m fine, really.  It’s--tonight’s been a whole-ass roller coaster.”

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dylan-york:

Dylan couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her reaction to the flowers, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. He was sure that she was going to like it, but the initial reveal of his pieces always made him anxious. Pair that with the butterflies that she gave him and he was impressed that he didn’t throw up. “Thank you. But I’m honestly just glad that you like it.” The grin on his lips widened as she went on and he squeezed her hand, leaning down to kiss her back gently. “Good. That means that now I can finally ask. Izzy, will you go to formal with me?”

She couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of Dylan’s artwork.  Izzy believed in him so much, and even when he was insecure, she knew she’d want to do anything to make him feel better.  She was in such a daze that she barely registered his question.  “Dyl--Wait, really?”  All over again, her eyes lit up, and she could barely stop herself from launching herself right into Dylan’s arms.  “Of course I will! I’ve kind of already got a dress picked out, and I’m not gonna be upset if we don’t match because you just--you’ll look good in anything and I’m not obsessive!” She took a deep breath, flustered by how quickly she’d spoken.  “Sorry! Sorry.  Um--yes, I’d love to.”

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dylan-york:

Dylan looked up at the ceiling when he heard his date’s voice as she approached him, definitely not in the mood to be cute with her, or even to talk to anyone at all. But he did like her and knew that things could go very bad if he ignored her like he wanted to. “I… thank you. I… I’m fine though.” That was a ginormous lie; he was anything but fine, but he wasn’t going to let Izzy see any deeper into his mind that night than she had already witnessed. “I’m sorry you had to see that, though.”

“It’s okay.”  Izzy whispered, licking her lips and staring straight ahead.  She couldn’t take Dylan’s pain away, she knew it, but she wasn’t sure what else to do.  “Do--do you want me to go?  Because I can.”  She sniffled, sneaking a peek over at Dylan for a moment.  “I just...I needed to see you.”