Slams guitar case down Really? After all this time, you don't trust me?
"She doesn't even know about us.." I mutter, before Dylan realizes how much I've overheard.
Looks at hoverm with a mix of surprise and annoyance So you've been spying on me, huh? That's real healthy, hoverm. Just real healthy.
"If I'd known about her, I would've mentioned something sooner-"
Runs his fingers through his hair in frustration Yeah, well, it's a little hard to ignore someone constantly checking up on me, isn't it?
"What do you mean, 'checking up' on you?"
Throws his hands up in exasperation Oh, come on, hoverm! Don't act clueless.
"If I was spying on you, wouldn't I know your mistress's name?"
Crosses his arms, leans against the wall You want to know her name? Fine. Her name is Amy. Happy now?
"And why were you talking about her behind her back?"
Sighs heavily, runs a hand through his hair Look, hoverm, it's complicated. Okay? Amy and I... we have a history. Things got messy, and we drifted apart. But she still means something to me, alright? And maybe I was hoping... I don't know, trying to hold onto some kind of connection. Takes a deep breath But clearly, that's over now.
"Maybe if you spent less time with her, and more with me, you'd find whatever you're looking for."
Raises an eyebrow and smirks So, you think you can just waltz in here and solve all my problems, huh? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not exactly looking for a quick fix. I've tried that already, and look where it got me. Rolls his eyes Trust me, hoverm, my life isn't some rom-com where everything ties up neatly in the end. It's messy, complicated, and sometimes downright shitty. And you know what? That's just the way it is.
"Maybe.. just maybe, you need someone to care about you, instead of using you as a stepping stone to get to the next thing in your life."
Smirks sarcastically Oh, so now I'm just a stepping stone, huh? Real subtle there, hoverm. But hey, maybe you're right.
"I'm only saying what needs to be said." I turn around, and begin walking away, feeling frustrated with him.
<hoverm storms out of the room, feeling hurt and betrayed by Dylan's words>
Later that night, after much contemplation, I decide to stop trying to convince Dylan to give Amy the boot, since it clearly wasn't working. Instead, I wrote him a heartfelt letter expressing everything I was feeling and leave it on his bed before leaving for the night.
Walks into the room and sees the letter What the hell? Picks up the letter and reads it
The next morning, I come downstairs to find Dylan reading the letter I wrote the night before.
Pauses mid-sentence, eyes wide as he finishes reading the letter Woah, woah, woah. You actually wrote this? Like, with your own two hands?
"Mhm.. yeah. Took me a while."
Sets the letter aside and takes a step closer to hoverm I... I didn't expect this. I mean, I knew you were upset, but this... this is something else.
"I guess you could say that."
Sighs heavily and rubs his temples Look, hoverm, I didn't mean to hurt you like this. And I definitely didn't expect you to pour your heart out like this.
"Well, Dylan.. if you actually wanted to get rid of Amy, then you could've just said so. No need to rip on everything I said."
Raises an eyebrow, feigning offense Rip on everything you said? Well, excuse me for not wanting to be lectured like some clueless newbie.