SOME TYPE OF LOVE
:: xxv, the scandal

It's been about two days since the date. Isabelle was ready for anything that could come but it oddly enough was chill. No paparazzi, fans even— it was quiet and nice. That was until she went scrolling through the internet on her phone as she laid in her bed on a Friday morning and what she found . . . she was not pleased with. The paparazzi clearly don't understand the meaning of invasion of privacy.

Her face kept growing angrier and angrier by the second. She was pissed and the article called her "the mystery beauty". She liked it, but she was still upset. Emma warned her but she wasn't angry to the point where she would sue. She just didn't know what to do now since sooner or later, everyone was going to know "the mystery beauty" 's face.

She tossed her phone to the side of her and finally got out the bed to start her day. As she stood in the kitchen pouring her coffee, she kept thinking about how nice it would be to go on a walk. So, once she was done pouring her coffee, she carried it back to her room so she could get dress. As she took out some work out clothes, there was a ding of her phone.

She walked to the bed and picked up her phone. She read the name of the message, Dylan.

• • •

dylan ❤️‍🩹:
[ inserts link ]
seriously? you have to
be more careful. im coming over.

belle 🥀:
please don't. i have things i need
to do today. no offense but you
coming over would just slow me down.

dylan ❤️‍🩹:
i'll take that as a compliment 😌
besides, im walking up the steps.

Read at 9:45am

• • •

Isabelle groaned in frustration. She likes that she's friends with him, she likes that they rekindled their relationship but he's been really weird lately and awfully clingy. She's been wondering if it had to do with Emma but it would make no sense since her and him aren't together anymore and their feelings have changed as well.

Before she knew it, her doorbell rang. She rolled her eyes knowing exactly who it was. Since she really didn't want to answer the door, she let it ring a couple more times till it started getting annoying. So she got up off her bed and went to open the front door.

"Hi, Dylan." She spoke in a very noticeable annoyed tone.

He walked in, "Were you ever going to tell me that you and Emma are thing now?"

Isabelle closed the door behind him, "Not really. Why?"

He scoffed and turned towards her, "I'm your friend. I at least should've known."

Isabelle's eyes grew wide, her eyebrows were up. "So any of my relationships are your business?"

"Well yeah! I got to keep tabs on you to make sure you're alright!" He raised his voice.

Isabelle was coming to realization of what kind of man her ex fiancé was. It turns out he's manipulative, controlling, and such a dick.

She walked back to the front door and opened it, "Get out."

He was going to say something but just before he did, Emma stood out there with a weird expression on her face cause she was confused of the situation and the door being wide open.

"Matter of fact, I think I'll stay." Dylan sat on the couch and propped his right leg over his left.

• • •

The room was silent. Everyone got the sense of deja vu like it happened before— the silence. They all sat diagonally from each other. The tension was high and Emma could feel it.

She glanced at Isabelle and clearly knew she was pissed about something so in her head that meant Dylan is to blame. Of course she gave Dylan the evil glare and Dylan sent her a look right back.

"Dylan, I'm going to ask you again. Can you please leave?" Isabelle practically begged this time.

He made a think face as if he was thinking, "No."

Emma didn't like his tone. She hated that he was able to just say things and not have consequences. He was an ugly human being on the inside, Emma knew that he knew too.

Dylan stood up from where he was sitting and walked up to the girl he so called loves, "I can't just stand here and let you be in a relationship that's impossible to be in. I'm still in love you, Isabelle."

Emma whole heartedly took offense to that. She soon rose up from the stool she was sitting on. Her voice was immediately raised.

"Are fucking delusional, Dylan! You can can't just stand there and profess your love after the shit you just pulled! You literally sat there—" She pointed to the couch, "And told her no and might I add, in a cockily tone after she ask you to leave! Relationships aren't impossible." Her voice started to calm down a bit, "Are they hard? Sure but in the end, it's all worth it for the person you love."

Isabelle wondered if she heard that correctly. She couldn't have, right? Maybe Emma was just talking in general or hypothetically. Either way, seeing Emma tear down dylan . . . just made her really happy.

"Fine." He headed towards the door, "But this doesn't change how I feel about you." He finally left Isabelle's place, slamming the door behind him.

Emma made her way to Isabelle, "The only thing he has going is his looks."

Emma soon leaned in and Isabelle met her half way. Their lips commented, giving each other a quick but sweet little peck. After the cute little peck, they started talking about things and life. They even talked a little about the scandal but Isabelle wasn't as mad about it anymore cause the whole Dylan thing— she was more mad about that.

Neither of them brought up the whole I love you situation which was fine cause they both didn't want to rush anything but at the same time, it was moving a long so fast. They were both ok with that though.

a/n:
dylan is played by
young tom hiddleston ((: