A Dry-Run Convo w/Sammy
Dylan: *grumblemuttergawddamit* why can't you see what's right in front of you?! *plants one on her*
Sammy: *blink... blink....* What'd you do that for?
Dylan: because I'm sick and tired of you going on about Trevor like he's a god among men.
Sammy: *scowl* I don't do that!
Sammy: I never said that! I never used the word god!
Dylan: *crosses arms, broods* You didn't have to
Dylan: *high-pitched girly-voice* Did you see what Trev wore today? He looked soooo cute... *normal voice* gag me with a dull rusty spoon
Sammy: He's not perfect! He's just... *sigh* he's Trevor.
Dylan: and I'm not... I get it
Sammy: So you're saying you... you want, me to like you and not him?
Sammy: *is so confused now, she's never thought of him like that and it's strange but not entirely gross*
Dylan: *grinds teeth, broods even more* well, when you put it like that it makes me sound like a selfish jerk
Sammy: *now feels like anything she says is going to come out wrong* That's not what I meant.
Dylan: *brooding feral, jr is brooding*
Dylan: look, just forget it okay... it never happened... you're never gonna change your mind about Trev, and it was stupid of me to think that you would
Sammy: Why me? Why me when you can have any girl in the world?
Dylan: because they're not you...
Sammy: *doesn't really know how to respond to that. She's been in love with Trevor for so long she doesn't even know how to think of anyone else in that way. But she's also almost 23, and tired of waiting for Trevor to start reciprocating her feelings, even is she never shows them to him*
Sammy: *so she stares at her shoes*
Sammy: *muttuers a very soft "oh"*
Dylan: *has no idea what she's thinking & continues* they don't have your laugh, which hasn't changed since you were five, by the way
Sammy: *she tilts her head slightly, looking up at him* There's no way you remember what I was like when I was five. You were only four!
Dylan: You think the whole Fae Wars thing was the only time I bounced to?
Sammy: *now she's getting the wiggins* You've been stalking me through TIME?
Dylan: what's so bad about stalking...?
Sammy: I swear to god if the next words out of your mouth are about how my hair smells, this conversation is over.
Dylan: *smirks and tucks a strand behind her ear, but doesn't say anything*
Sammy: *is surprised by the way that touch made her heart jump* I don't... I don't know what happens now.
Dylan: *pulls back, tries to get his mind out of his pants* Be honest with me, Sammy. If you still want Trev, I'll back off. We don't ever have to talk about this again.
Sammy: I... I don't know. *is now .32 seconds from just running away*
Dylan: *takes that as 'sorry, dude, you're SOL'* Fair enough.
Sammy: No, don't be like that! You just sprung this on me and now I'm supposed to know how I feel about all of this in two minutes? *yes, those are tears springing up in her eyes*
Dylan: *grumbles* I know how I've felt about you for years. I just can't keep lying to myself anymore.
Sammy: *softly* Years? But you've never... I had no idea.
Dylan: because I knew how you felt about Trev... I mean, shit... you practically broadcast it in Times Square!
Dylan: *groans* Uncle Lance should be proud of me for all this crap. HE'S the damn knight-in-shining-armor courtly love guru.
Sammy: *and that's news to her, because she thought that she'd kept her feelings well hidden* Does everyone know how I feel about him? Does HE know?
Dylan: *okay, maybe he'd been exaggerating a bit, but that's how he felt whenever they were together... barely a day went by that she hadn't mentioned Trev in some way, shape or form* Why don't you ask him?
Sammy: Why did it take you so long to tell me how you felt? *sighs* I know I"m just delaying the inevitable. He just seems me as a stupid little kid.
Dylan: because I'd hoped by now, I'd have you out of my system... but coming back here after everything... he doesn't deserve you
Sammy: Why do you think he doesn't deserve me?
Dylan: because if he did, he would've asked you out by now
Sammy: He's just focused on his work! He doesn't think about girls all the time like you do. *immediately regrets that*
Dylan: *brutal honesty is brutal and honest* it's because I keep trying to replace you by thinking of someone else... so far it hasn't worked for shit
Sammy: *that was kinda sweet in a weird using bad words kind of way*
Dylan: if he hasn't figured it out by now, he's slower than he looks
Sammy: *completely torn now and has no idea what to do! How do you give up on a dream that you've had for so long? And what if she does, and being with Dylan ends upon being a disaster?* One date. You and me.
Sammy: One chance to show me what I'm missing.
Dylan: *griiiiiiiiins* Think you can handle being around me for a whole day?
Sammy: I said a date. *smirks* Not a day.
Dylan: *crestfallen a bit* okay, date
Sammy: *damn she hates it when he looks like that* Well, maybe I could be convinced.
Dylan: *brightens, caresses her jaw with his thumb* C'mon, it'll be fun...
Sammy: *have his eyes always sparkled like that?* Okay, okay. Just tell me where to be and when. And what to wear.
Dylan: Well, since it's a two-parter... jeans for the first half and a nice little black dress number for the second *winks*
Sammy: *grins* You planned that pretty quickly.
Dylan: *smirks* I've been planning it for a long time, I'm just now telling you
Sammy: Okay. Jeans, and a black dress for later. When?
Dylan: How's Saturday sound?
Sammy: *pulls out her phone and checks her schedule - but it's all for show* I think that works.
Dylan: *smirks* Good. I'll pick you up around ten am.
Sammy: You really did mean all day! Do I get a nap in the afternoon? *smirk*
Dylan: *smiles, likes that idea... a lot... and he really -is- just thinking about sleep* That works
Sammy: *nods, slightly uncomfortable now* Okay. *tucks her phone back in her pocket* So... Saturday. *why can't she stop looking at his lips?*
Dylan: *sees that looks, smiles a bit more* Yep, Saturday.
Sammy: *swallows* I should get going, get home, I mean.
Dylan: *notices the way her throat moves when she swallows, and there goes his brain, right in into his pants*
Sammy: I'll see you Saturday. *takes a few steps back, then turns and heads for the elevator, pulling out her phone to call Stella*
Dylan: *HAZ A SMUG*
Sammy: *HAZ A HEADACHE*