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Dylan glanced back at her, wanting to go envelope her in a hug. But he couldn't. Not right now, at least. "She means as much as my family does to me."
Dylan glanced back at her, wanting to go envelope her in a hug. But he couldn't. Not right now, at least. "She means as much as my family does to me."
She smiled at Dylan and Braxton looked at Kathy
Kathy felt a little smirk pull up on her lips, glancing over at Dylan. "That's really sweet, Dylan." She said lightly, catching his attention when his name was called. Dylan's face grew pinker, but his smile stayed.
"It really is" Braxton said
"I think we've kept you long enough. Why don't you go see your girlfriend? We'll have to have you back later on." Kathy hummed, folding her arms on the desk.
The audience looked at Dylan waiting for him to move
Dylan glanced around, and then slowly realized he could go. "Oh- thank you. Thank you for having me." Dylan said softly, grabbing his water bottle and smiles softly as he exited the stage.
Crimson smiled leaning back in her seat
Once he was backstage, he quickly went to clean himself up so he could go see Crimson. He really wanted to get to hug her, after talking about her.
Crimson layed back against the seat closing her eyes
As soon as they went to commercial break, Dylan jogged up to the audience, to Crimson's row. "Hey there, red." He hummed, leaning down so he was next to her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him."Hey"
"How are you doing?" He asked her, reaching up and petting her cheek. "Because you look as beautiful as ever."
"I just have a little bit of makeup on" she said smiling
"Do you? I didn't even notice." Dylan hummed, standing back up to kiss her cheek. "Because I think you're gorgeous with or without it."
She smiled at him " did you really mean what you said"?
"Well, I'm assuming so. As long as we're talking about the same thing. I really do love you." Dylan hummed, linking their fingers together with a smile.
She gave his hand a squeeze "I feel the same way. . . I love you Fitzpatrick"
"Mm, and I you. You wanna head backstage with me?" Dylan asked softly, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
"I'm not allowed back there you can go on without me I'll be alright" she said reaching up to kiss his cheek
"Mm, but I want you with me. I can get you a pass, I'm Dylan Fitzpatrick." He insisted, pouting a little.
She pouted back standing up she took his arms wrapping them around her waist
"Pleaseeeeee?" He asked her, holding on to her tightly. It felt good to get to hold her.
She looked up at him "whyyyyyyyyyy?"
"Because I can't be out here during the show. And I want to see you." Dylan continued to pout, resting his chin on her shoulder.
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