#dylan002

[thephoebeyates]

≈ chilled creamery. with @dylxwestwick

Nothing cured heartbreak quite like ice cream. At least, that’s what the rom-coms always advertised. Phoebe had sent a picture of her tub to Damian, because whilst it wasn’t anything nutritional, it was still food. She was off her couch, and she was with Dylan, grateful that her friend made time for her despite how busy her life was. Funny, not too long ago they had been sharing stories about stupid boy stuff Theo and Foster did. And now the thought of the chef, or Dylan’s seemingly-perfect relationship with Nilay’s brother, made her entire chest ache. But she pushed that thought aside, because wallowing was the opposite of her trip to the ice cream shop intended to be.

“Thanks for coming with me. I know it’s silly, but I think if I spend any more time alone I might scream.” She managed to make it sound like a joke, but it really wasn’t. After Damian finally went home the other night, the silence had been suffocating. She had ended up going for a walk, and when she woke up the next morning, just felt like she could function just a little bit more. 

She stabbed into her cookie dough, busying herself with making a dent in the scoop, turning back to Dylan. “How’s work? How are the babies? How’s Theo? How’s just…everything?”

[angeloconnor]

Status: closed @dylandunsmore​

Location: the park 

The edibles she took earlier in the day have come and gone, leaving Angel in the space of relative sobriety as she sits with Dylan underneath their tree and in the golden light of the sun starting to make its descent. If she must admit, it feels kind of manageable. Good, even. If not drugs, she’ll find a distraction of another kind, and the impromptu picnic is just what she needs. 

It almost feels like the old days, and god, that’s what actually feels good. Things were never simple, not really, but back then, they were a little easier. Back when they were still in high school and the world still felt so big. Before Kenzie left and before anyone realized Angel’s bullshit was more than just teenage angst. Pretending is nice, and it’s nice to at least pretend they’re still those girls and not the women they are now. 

 “Will you trust me?” Angel laughs fully, throwing her head back as her hands, which hold a peanut butter, jelly, and nacho cheese Doritos sandwich, fall into her lap. What was once a stoner’s curiosity became a staple in Angel’s go-to snacks, and now she’s trying to share the wealth. “Just try it. You’re acting like I’m trying to fucking kill you. God,” She says, giving it another go as she holds up the sandwich for her friend, her sister to try. “Dylan, please. I promise it’s good,” She swears, more laughter bubbling up inside of her.