❝ it's affection always, you're gonna see it someday. my attention for you, even if it's not what you need❞
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 a cheerleader and a football who have hated each other for years, get less annoyed of each other
started. 11.25.23
ended.
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"IS YOUR KNEE OKAY?" DYLAN quietly asked his girlfriend since she had fallen on it while warming up before the game.
it was saturday, and the westbrook wolves had won yet another game. irene, ryan, dylan, and blair were all in ryan's mom's car driving back to westbrook to go to ryan's house.
"yeah it's fine. just a scratch." blair said back to him, looking down at dylan's hand that was running her scratched knee.
"let me know if you need anything alright, you know i would do anything for you. anything." dylan said kissing the side of blair's face.
"i know." blair smiled, squeezing dylan's hand tighter.
"ryan how far are we, these two are being gross back here." irene said as she was forced to sit in the backseat with the couple.
"be quiet irene." dylan said. "hey watch it!" ryan and blair both said.
"copycat." blair muttered. "childish." ryan said back.
irene hit her boyfriend, "don't talk to her like that!"
"you know, you two are always plotting against dylan and i."
"you will get used to it." blair said. "no we won't. right dyl?"
dylan was too busy staring at blair, and she turned to him awaiting his answer. "yeah..."
ryan nodded proudly, until dylan spoke again. "we'll get used to it." he finished.
"dude..you're so whipped." ryan whispered as he turned around. "good job." blair smiled at her boyfriend.
"okay get out the car, we're here." ryan said as soon as his mom parked the car.
"thank goodness, i was getting very uncomfortable." irene said as she got out the car.
"not you know how i feel when i see ryan and you shoving your tongues down each others throats." blair said.
"blair my mom." ryan whisper-yelled. "should we let her know what a freak you are?"
"dylan get your girlfriend before i —" irene stared her boyfriend down, causing him to change his statement. "say something..so kind." he smiled.
"good job." irene said patting his back as they walked into the house.
the quartet chilled around ryan's house for a little bit, and then taking turns showering and changing to get ready to go and eat lunch.
blair had volunteered to go last, since she wanted to call irene's mom and check up on her sister.
once she was out the shower she was getting dressed, looking at herself in the mirror once more with her full outfit before opening the door.
"dyl! can you help me button the back my shirt!" she yelled out.
"yeah! coming!"
blair laughed to herself as she knew she was wearing a tanktop, but dylan didn't know that.
"okay let's do — you're wearing a tanktop." dylan said as he entered the bathroom.
"i know." blair said. "so why am i here..." dylan said confused.
"well, you've been complaining all day that—"
dylan gasped, smiling at his girlfriend as he grabbed her hips and pulling her towards him. "you're a genius you know that?" he smiled.
he leaned forward, kissing blair with enough aggression that slightly knocked her back.
"i can't believe i've been missing out on this all day, and i taste blue raspberry." dylan muttered against blair's lips.
"trying something new, i know you love blue raspberry." blair said.
"this is why you're the only girl for me." dylan said.
the two continued to kiss in ryan's bathroom, dylan acting as if he was starving to kiss someone in years.
his hand had reached up to take out the claw clip in blair's hair, needed to tangle his fingers in it while they kissed.
this devastated blair a bit, since she had worked hard to get the perfect style with the claw clip. but it didn't last long, since dylan put his hand on the part of her back that was exposed by her shirt.
"hey! out the bathroom both of you!" ryan said as he opened the door.
blair gasped, covering her face while dylan turned to his best friend. "cockblocker."
"no, i don't want you guys fucking in my bathroom." ryan crossed his arms.
"that's a you and irene thing okay? blair and i barley even kiss." dylan said, taking blair's hand and walking out the bathroom.
"me and irene don't — don't walk away from me! is the spanish going to have to come out so you listen to me!" ryan yelled as he walked behind the couple.
"it's not worth it..calm down." irene said from the living room. "nothing can seperate them now. their rivalry is done done over." she said as ryan sat next to her.
—
"remember how i said their rivalry was done done over, i was not not right." irene said as her and ryan watched blair and dylan verse each other in air hockey.
"you guys know it's supposed to be couple against couple...right?" ryan asked. "you're ruining my flow ry." dylan said.
"okay i give up, we're doing boys versus girls." ryan sighed. "that's not fair, you and dylan are much stronger." irene said.
"it's an arcade babe. and besides, look at your teammate." ryan said as blair hit the puck aggressively and got a point.
"and, dylan might cave as soon as she gives him what he calls "her gorgeous beauty eyes." even thought her eyes are a dark poop brown."
"you're being rude."
"anyways, we have a sleepover at the winners house. i know how much you want to be in your bed tonight." ryan said.
