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"I'd prefer to meet you, but that's gonna be pretty stupid. So mailing would be best." Dylan told her, resting his head back once more.
"I'd prefer to meet you, but that's gonna be pretty stupid. So mailing would be best." Dylan told her, resting his head back once more.
" why would that be stupid?" She asked
"Fans most likely going to bombard us. I don't want to drag you into that mess." He hummed, shrugging just a bit.
" just curious why would you prefer to meet me " she asked
"Because it'd be nice to see other human beings than just my family." Dylan hummed, shrugging a bit.
"well if there was somewhere where we couldn't get bombarded I would gladly meet you but that's impossible" she said
"The only thing that's impossible, is impossibility!" Dylan sang out, laughing just a little bit. "I mean, you could come to my house. We wouldn't get bombarded here."
"W-with you family I-I don't know" she said
"It's just my dad and sister. And if she doesn't know you're coming, we won't be bothered." Dylan reassured her. "I promise you."
"I still don't know" she said
"Well, you can think about it. It was just an option." Dylan told her softly, with a smile. "That can wait, for now."
"I would like to see you again" she said with a smile
"You would?" Dylan asked hopefully, waiting to hear her reply.
"Of course I would Dylan I like you your an amazing guy and I would love to see you again" she said
He kept quiet for a moment, his smile growing brighter than ever. “You really think that? Because, I thank you if you do.”
"Of course there's more to you than your voice" she said
“That’s not what 75% of the world thinks.” Dylan mumbled, sighing just a bit.
"Don't listen to everyone else the only voices matter are the ones coming from those you care for" she said
"I'd be careful what you say there, missy. You have to take your own advice, if you're giving me that kind of talk." Dylan pointed out, crossing his arms.
"I don't have anyone " she said "Your the only person who's made me smile genuinely in years" she said
"I don't want to bring up sore subjects, but what about family?" He asked softly, running a hand down his face. "Not even them?"
"my mother's gone I have no siblings no aunts or uncles " she said
"Your dad?" Dylan asked her softly, gnawing on his bottom lip.
"oh. . .he's very sick and I can't pay for the medical treatment I haven't found a job that will pay me enough to get him the treatment he needs for even a year" she said
Dylan listened to that, and knew what he needed to do… but she would refuse. He'd just have to get her address. He would figure out how to get her the money. "Are they really that bad?"
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