I don't usually lie, more importantly I don't steal. But because of my buddy, I learned to frequently lie and I ended up somehow stealing one of his valuable collection. My reason? Let's just say it's utterly unjustifiable.
I was hanging out at the rooftop of our hotel one night. It's our designated accommodation for the filming of the new Meteor Garden.
I'm wearing a sweatshirt, but since it's past midnight the temperature slowly dropped. Sitting down on one of the lounges, I was so comfortable that I didn't want to move. I didn't even bother to go down and grab my jacket. So even if it was really cold, I decided to remain in my place.
I finished filming my scenes for the day. But I still have to brush up on my lines. The next filming will be tomorrow afternoon so I can relax for awhile. Dylan was still shooting his scenes with Sunqian in the middle of the streets of Shanghai.
Too bad for him, free time for me. I sighed. Setting aside my script. I closed my eyes, welcoming the silence of the night. The faint sound of occasional car horns drowned below served as my lullaby. I didn't notice that I slowly drifted to a dreamless sleep.
I felt a light touch on my cheek before I was shaken awake by a familiar voice.
"Yue, what are you doing sleeping up here? You might catch a cold." I heard the voice of Dylan. There was a rustle of clothes so I looked up at him. He removed his hoodie and place it on top of me.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Wear that first. How long were you sleeping here? You're freezing." He asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"What time is it? You finished filming?" I asked him while rubbing my eyes. My joints ached a bit from sleeping on the same position under a cold weather. I decided to wear the hoodie he lent me. It was the white one with Miley Cyrus' face in front of it.
"It's 2am Yue. I just finished filming. I went here for a quick smoke when I saw you sleeping. Why don't you go back to your room?" He told me, puffing some smoke.
"I actually slept for 2 hours. I want to stay here for a few more minutes. I still haven't checked out some of my lines." I told him rubbing my arms for heat.
He sat down beside me then suddenly held my hands and rub it together. It's our usual scenario whenever it gets cold during filming. We either hold hands like this or place our hands together on my warm tumbler. It doesn't matter since we're close anyway. We hit it off even on the first day of filming, and right now we're in the level of buddies.
But then there's something different about it. I was comfortable with him rubbing my hands. It's just that I'm feeling a but queasy. As if something was moving in my stomach. But I decided to ignore it.
"You're easily cold, yet you didn't wear any jacket on top of your sweater." He admonished me.
"I know. I was just so tired. I felt comfortable on the lounge that I didn't want to get up." I told him.
"And yet here you are, frozen. Again. I don't want my Shancai to get sick. We have a lot of scenes to film later."
"Sorry. I know. Thanks for lending me your hoodie. Aren't you cold?" He was only wearing a sweater on top of his shirt like me.
He shrugged. "Yeah, but I can actually tolerate the cold. Unlike you who's from Hunan."
I sneezed.
"Ay! See, I told you to go back to your room." He grabbed the hoodie and pulled me up then turned me in the direction of the elevator. He puffed the last of his cigarette and discarded it on one of the pots.
"Ay! I still have some lines to read Dy." I argued.
"You can do that in your room Yue. Besides, we can rehearse together tomorrow. You're so careless. You already got sick before and yet you're letting yourself be expose in the cold once again." He kept on nagging me.
"And I don't want to catch a cold again. The last time you were sick and we had a kissing scene, I caught your virus. Luckily I have a strong stamina." He said smugly.
We were in the elevator by now, the hoodie still gripped in his hands. I tried to brush his hands off but he wouldn't budge.
"Ay! I'm not a kid. Let go Dy! In case you haven't notice I'm the older one here." I kept pushing him. He just went and pressed the floor of our respective rooms.
"Yeah yeah. Keep using your age. You're just ahead by a year yet you act this way. Who's the kid now?" He taunted me.
I kicked his leg. "Well who keeps fooling around in the middle of the set huh?" I taunted back.
"You love it anyway. And it was also to raise the energy up in the set. It was for the greater good of the majority. I'm not the one going around spreading her virus whenever she got sick."
"That was one time Dylan. One time!" I justified. He just raised his eyebrows at me. Ugh. This guy is so annoying.
"Alright! Let go, I can walk without you dragging me." I surrendered.
"Nope. I ain't taking chances." He said sassily.
"DYLAN!" I shouted at him, frustrated. The elevator finally reached our floor. He dragged me in front of my door then finally released me.
He leaned towards me and I leaned back to protect my personal space. I felt my heartbeat double over. He motioned his head towards my room.
"Go inside Yue. Sleep. We'll rehearse tomorrow. And pop one of those cold meds just in case. You already sneezed awhile ago. I'm not leaving this door until you're inside your room." He demanded.
I turned around and opened my door. I whispered a 'jerk' towards him.
"I heard that." He said.
"Well you were meant to." I said smugly. I was about to shut the door on his face when he blocked it with his arm and leaned towards me once again.
"Oh and by the way Yue. I want my hoodie back later. That's actually one of my favorites. You're lucky I lent it to you." He said cockily.
"Yes your majesty. Is there anything else you need?" I said sarcastically.
"Goodnight Yue." Then he grinned at me. Turned his back, raised his hand and gave a two finger salute while walking towards his room three doors down.
"Goodnight Jerk." I slammed the door shut. He can be exasperating at times. A conceited, annoying, giant kid. Who also treats me like a kid sometimes. I placed my hand on my chest, waiting for my heart to settle down. Dylan can really shake up a person, or is it just me?
I was about to remove his hoodie when I smelled the scent of his perfume mixed with a faint smell of smoke, and his shower gel. I raised the front side of it to my nose and continued to sniff it.
I was grinning by myself foolishly.
I shook my head and hit my forehead with my hand.
"Ow!" I rubbed the sore spot.
What are you doing Yue?! That's your buddy's hoodie. You're acting like some crazed stalker. I shivered, cringing at the thought.
I was supposed to discard it on the chair but I decided to place it on the bed next to me. I was having an internal argument. A typical occurrence ever since I met Dylan.
What? I love the texture of it. I justified with myself.
Keep telling that to yourself Yue.
I returned back to dreamland still arguing internally. There was no way I was attracted to Dylan. It's just that his perfume really smelled good. I'll probably ask him about it later. Yeah. It's his perfume. Otherwise... Well I don't ever want to think about the other option. Never.
A/N:
Hi loves!
I'm here again. So the famous Miley Cyrus hoodie of Dylan kept bothering me for the past few weeks and it's just now that I actually had the chance to write a fanfic about it.
Here is the result of that constant thought. What if the hoodie that he gave Yue wasn't actually new? What if it was really one of his collections? I actually love the idea of wearing one of your boyfriend's hoodies.
Anyway enough of my delusions. Have fun reading guys.
Keep it classy!
jclaire101 signing off...