Dylington story what exactly happened when Dylan and Derrick we're texting that night in P.S. I Loathe You? Well this is my take on it. Curious to know but I"M I THE ONLY PERSON WHO LIKES THIS COUPLE?
and yes the shouting was nessary. Ever since I finished a tale of two pretties I've been searching Dylington stories and the most I could find was about 15 or 10 of them at the most. Any who, on with the story!
"I shouldn't have to choose, a good friend wouldn't intimidate me and a good guy wouldn't pressure me," muttered Dylan to her self walking out of the mirrored bathroom. It made sense to her that she should listen to that piece of advice. Even if it was from her mother. She looked back down at the screen and smiled knowing what she should say.
Dylan: I'm back
Derrick: So what do you say? Cheesy Friday tomorrow Slice of Heaven?
Over on his end of the computer he waited for her reply. He started to hope that she wasn't going to listen to Massie, and think that he 'belonged' to her. She was acting really immature and he had this issue with her being controlling. No he was happy when he broke up with her. Then his phone pinged saying that he had a text.
Dylan: Sure, it'll be fun. Right after skl?
Derrick: Awesome! and yes right after skl.
Dylan: I'm in meet ?
Dylan mentally smaked herself. She already knew that it was right after school. But she was also curious to know how she was going to hide this from Massie at least until she told her herself.
Derrick: Entrance of Briarwood okay w/ u?
Dylan: See ya there
Derrick: You know what 8x (1/2x + 4) equals?
Derrick cringed at the message, he sounded desperate to keep the converstation going with her. He could have done this so many ways, like remember when I taught you how to burb talk. Something rather then math, both of them just agreed that Mr. Morgan sucked. He bet that she wanted to get an outfit ready though. Hey as long as she didn't stand him up he was alright with her finding clothes. She didn't seem to care as much as Massie did.
Dylan: No you r faurther then me
Derrick: have to go, dinner. C u 2mro
Derrick has logged out.
Smiling Dylan logged off and threw herself in the closet. She immediately threw on her bed all of her jeans on the bed. Going through all of them she picked out a pair of marc jacobs jeans and tried to find her favorite shirt. Finally she pulled out her white knit lightweight open front cardigan and bright blue baby doll style. For shoes she grabbed a pair of tan calf lengh low heeled boots.
Still feeling bad about ditching her friends she started to think about dropping by Massie's place.