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Dylan Montgomery - In attempt to cure the awkwardness, he reached over and took her free hand, holding it. |
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"What are you doing?" She asked. |
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"What are you doing?" She asked. |
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Dylan smiled at her. "Holding your hand," |
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"Whatever you say." She muttered. |
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Dylan bit his lip. After a moment, he felt like he was doing something wrong, so he let go of her hand, and folded his hands in his lap, blushing and looking out the window. He didn't know what he did wrong... |
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Another hour in, and they were fighting cause he saw a name, 'Bradley', pop up on her phone. "I'm not cheating, Dylan!" She snapped. |
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Dylan looked over her, alarmed and concerned. "What?" |
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"Why are you looking through my phone?" She asked. "Do I need to put a passcode on it?" |
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Dylans brows furrowed. "Wha- I didn't look at your phone..." |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
