∆ Will You Call? ∆

"i need the lyrics."

"Dylan."

"Hm?"

"You answered."

"Yea. I did."

"Why?"

"..."

"..."

"Can I be honest?"

"Don't lie to me, Dylan." He laughs.

"I wanted to know your real name."

Dylan knew this wasn't the real reason, but why give him the satisfaction of knowing she loves him?

"Is that right?"

Eli grins, knowing that wasn't the real reason. Dylan would have simply forgotten about him if that was the only reason.

"Yes, it is."

"Okay then."

"So you're going to tell me?"

"Not now. I've got to keep you talking to me somehow don't I?"

"Typical."

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"When are you going to tell me?"

"Dylan..."

"No, I really want to know."

"Why?"

Dylan thought about this. She knew her answer.

"I'm nosy."

She didn't say it.

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"Hey, Dylan?"

"Yea?"

"I know you were lying the past two days."

"I bet you do."

"I do."

"..."

"Are you going to deny me knowing?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you're right."

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"Today was a bad day, Dylan."

"How come?"

"He beat me pretty bad. I can't stop thinking about Blake."

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything."

"Don't mistake my apologies for doing something wrong. I'm sorry you were put in that situation. I'm sorry Blake had to suffer. I'm sorry you're suffering."

"I'm not suffering."

"Oh?"

"It's just... Do you ever listen to a song and sometimes you need the beat and the music?"

"Yea."

"And sometimes you need the lyrics?"

"Yea."

"Well I need the lyrics. And you're my lyrics. The song sucks, but the lyrics are beautiful and comforting."

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Sorry! I haven't updated in forever!

Love you,

Bri