I worked as an actress for Teen Wolf. My character was Erica's cousin who comes to help out with things and ends up falling in love with Stiles despite her cold exterior. Vanessa was her name. (A/n: no shame self promo. XD)

Right now we were on break, for lunch. Today was the part that I almost died. Stiles had gotten back from being Void and our characters had almost kissed. But Lydia ruined it. Whoops.

In real life, ironically, I did like Dylan. It didn't help that he and Britt had broken up and we'd been pretty close from the beginning.

I was eating Panda Express because it was one of my favorite (a/n: sorry if you hate Panda lol) and I could. Honestly, it was just really close and I didn't mind it.

I was bummed about the upcoming kiss between Stiles and Vanessa. I mean, I wanted to kiss Dylan... Just not like this. I wanted our first kiss to be between us, not our characters. I wanted it to be real.

"Y/n!" A voice called out happily, making me jump a little. I looked up, chewing my mouth full of food faster. I smiled around the biting and waved as a very familiar brunette boy with honey-like eyes and a heart melting grin came up.

"Caught you in the middle of a bite?" Dylan asked.

I swallowed. "More like several," I joked.

He chuckled and set his food down next to mine, digging in. We finished our food in silence, me suddenly finding my shoes very interesting.

"Are you okay?" Dylan asked, his eyebrows crinkled in worried confusion.

I looked up. "Oh yeah! I'm great." I smiled a little bigger.

"For being such an amazing actress, you really can't lie right now," Dylan said.

That's when I realized something. He didn't need to know this. I needed to get serious. I let myself loosen up and slip into character. "I'm fine, Dylan," I said, smiling naturally.

His eyes widened. "If I didn't already know you were lying, I would lose my mind before I didn't believe that. But, I already know, so.... Good try though."

Suddenly I felt tired. I rubbed my eyes and rose to throw away my food, not trying to even smile at this point. We were friends and he'd just gotten out of a relationship. I didn't need to tell him that I had a mega crush on him.

He watched me as I walked back, slipping down farther to rest my head on the back and close my eyes. "Tired?" He asked.

I nodded, a little awkwardly because of my position. I yelped as he scooped me up, pulling me around so that my head rested on his chest but my butt sat in my chair. Our chairs now faced each other and his legs spilled out on either side of my crossed ones. His fell down and dangled but mine were folded in the seat of my chair, my knees pushed down my the arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my a little closer. At first I was awkward and all my muscles were clenched, but then he started playing with me hair and I relaxed.

Soon, my eyes got heavy and they dropped close. "You're making me fall asleep on purpose," I accused groggily.

He chuckled. "What's the matter? Why are you so upset?"

My brain was fuzzy and I couldn't process anything well. The tiredness pulled me down and I felt drunk. I found the words slipping out before I could think about what to say and what not to say.

"You see, out kiss is coming up soon..." I whispered.

He took in a shaky breath. "Do you not want to kiss me?" He asked.

"Of course I do. I just.. Don't want to do it like that. I want US to kiss, not our characters..."

"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice right and anxious.

"I like you Dylan. Like, a lot. I have since season two when Isacc got bitten. And then you and Britt broke up and I was a little happy and I felt like a horrible person." I sighed. "I didn't want you to feel pressured to like me back or anything that would ruin our friendship, especially since you just got over Britt...."

He was suddenly very very still.

I whispered one more thing before everything went dark.

"I think I love you, Dylan."

Then I fell asleep.

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I woke up on something pretty solid and warm. It was comfortable whatever it was. My legs felt cramped and someone was shaking me.

"Y/n! Dylan! Wake up!" The voice was familiar and dripping with humor. Tyler? Wait, what did he mean "Dylan?"

Oh. Shit. I stretched my legs and struggled to my feet, slipping away from Dylan. I was a little shaky-we'd been there a long time-but I was okay after a second.

Dylan had also fallen asleep and he woke up now. I avoided his gaze as I remembered my groggy confession.

We raced to get back to filming, and I avoided him successfully the whole time. Our kiss was in two days...

-after filming-

I showered in my trailer and then slipped a towel around my body before heading out. I found I was hungry all of a sudden so I grabbed an apple, my straight hair dangling around my head like a curtain.

"I forget how beautiful you are," someone said.

I jumped ten feet in the air as my head whipped up. The Apple was half way to my mouth and it fell out of my hand, tumbling into oblivion as my (y/e/c) eyes locked onto a familiar pair of beautiful hazel ones.

"D-Dylan? What the fuck are you doing in here?" I demanded with a clenched jaw.

"I mean, I wasn't expecting you to walk out in a towel. But I won't lie, I'm not sad I got to see it." He shrugged, a smirk on his face as his eyes wavered a second to flick to the towel wrapped around me. His eyes locked onto mine and didn't leave again. "I think I forgot how beautiful you were." He made a face. His eyes widened and his teeth came together lightly as he opened his mouth a little. (A/n: I can't explain facial expression lol. It looks like: 😬)

I smiled shyly and stepped back when he stood, approaching me.

"I... I have a confession," Dylan whispered.

"Wh-what?" I mumbled.

"I'm in love with you."

I looked up at him, startled. He smiled and kissed me. I moaned and leaned in. My hand slipped for the towel and it fell.

"You're making it hard," Dylan grunted against my lips.

"To?"

"To not have sex with you right now."

"Why not?"

He looked at me, searching my eyes. I smiled. He smiled too.

We walked back, never breaking our eyes contact, until we were in my room.

The door closed and the night that started it all began.