The night he said that I started to really think about our relationship since I moved to LA with him. We were living together, we spent any free time we had together, and we were closer than before.
"Yes," I finally said. "I think I am."
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I sat on my bed, nervously bouncing my leg as I looked down at my phone. I wasn't entirely sure what I was waiting for, but I waited. I sighed when I noticed my hands starting to shake. I tossed my phone onto my bed and stood up, starting to nervously pace across my room. I jumped when my phone started ringing. I hesitated before answering it.
"Hey," I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I was.
"Hey, you. How was your birthday? Sorry I couldn't call you yesterday on your actual birthday. We went and filmed one of the scenes in the cabin and we didn't have any service. I would've called you. I swear."
"I trust you," I laughed. I cleared my throat as I reached up and started to fiddle with the locket he gave me.
"Did Tyler give you my present?" He asked. Before I could give him an answer he started rambling. "Maybe I should've given the present to someone who wasn't guilty of always getting drunk at every party. Like Holland. She would've been the better choice. Shit, I should've given it to her."
"Dylan," I cut him off. "Don't worry. Even in his drunken state, Tyler remembered to give me your present."
"Good," he said, letting out a sigh of relief and a soft laugh.
"Dyl," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat as tears formed.
"Y/N? Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought. . ."
"No," I said quickly with a small giggle. "I love it! I mean. . . I can't believe you went back and bought this for me. Dylan, I can't believe you would do something like this for me."
"Really?" He asked, sounding a little weird. "Well," he cleared his throat, "of course I would do something like this for you, Y/N. You're. . . You're my best friend."
"I know," I stuttered. "It's just. . . No one has ever done something like this for me."
"Well," Dylan said, clearing his throat again. "You deserve it."
Silence fell between the two of us, a newfound awkward tension now part of our relationship. And I hated it.
"I gotta go," Dylan said, his voice soft. "We're filming another scene and I have to get down to the costume trailer and. . . I'll call you later."
"Dylan, wait."
My heart dropped into my stomach when he hung up. I slowly pulled my phone away from my ear, tears streaming down my cheeks. I sat on the end of my bed, a sob getting stuck in my throat.
The next few days were hell. Dylan didn't call me like usual. He wouldn't even text me back. Something was going on but I had no idea what it was. There was this tension between the two of us and I didn't know how to get rid of it.
I reorganized the makeup counter for the fifth time today. I didn't acknowledge it when the trailer door opened.
"You okay?"
I looked up at the mirror to see Holland standing in the doorway. I sighed as I turned around and leaned against the counter.
"This whole "Dylan and I not talking" thing is killing me," I said, my voice breaking. She sighed as she walked into the trailer and closed the door.
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