Isabel's dorm (Vacant)

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Isabel didn't spend too much decorating since she isn't actually in her dorm room very often.

[dylan]

Dylan knocked on the door to Isabel's dorm, and then let himself in. It'd been...oh, maybe half a day since the last time they hung out and he was always ready for more. Never before had he met a girl who kept him coming back like that, but Isabel was no normal girl. She was something else entirely. Of course, he didn't want a relationship with her, not now anyway. And he was glad she didn't either. It was the perfect recipe — two incredibly sexy people, fucking without feelings. What could be better.

He was wearing orange mesh basketball shorts and a black t-shirt, with a pair of Adidas slides on his feet. He didn't feel the need to try very hard around Isabel anymore. She'd already seen him at his worst, and most embarrassing. There was really no hiding things from her.
He figured she must be in the bathroom or something because he couldn't see her right when he walked in, so he made himself at home on her bed. His side was always on the right, under the arrow. It was even like that before she decorated, it just somehow worked out like that.
He sighed and pulled his phone out of his loose pockets and started lazily scrolling through his Twitter feed. Wherever Isabel was, he hoped she had dinner with her. He was starving, seeing as he hadn't eaten all day. He was mixing tracks in his room for the past ten hours, working on a project for a friend of his father's. He was glad she'd invited him over, because he needed the kind of break that only Isabel could provide.

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Isabel's plan for the evening was to just laze around her dorm room and eat crappy food while watching some cheesy show on television about a girl living a double life as a pop star and a regular teenager but that got kind of lonely so she had invited Dylan over despite the fact that they'd seen each other earlier in the day as well. What could she say? He was damn good! She had never been consistently satisfied by the same guy to the level where she didn't even need to go to anyone else and it was kind of nice actually. Hell, it made her life easier!

She'd been finishing up in the shower when she heard him walk in but she didn't rush to head out there and tend to him. He'd been in her dorm enough to know that he was welcome to anything in the mini fridge or snack drawer! She slipped back into her favorite Victoria's Secret 'Pink' yoga pants (commando, of course.. Ain't nobody got time for pantie lines) and her plain black push up bra before waltzing out of the bathroom. She didn't even say hello or smile at him at first! She just grabbed two ham and cheese hot pockets from the small freezer in her mini fridge and placed them in the microwave.

She had to be a good hostess and start dinner for them! Her next step was grabbing two cans of diet Coca Cola and handing one to him before laying on her side of the bed with her head on his chest. She didn't mean it as a sweet gesture.. He was just an awesome pillow who smelled nice. "Why are you wearing a shirt? You know I like it better when you don't.."

[dylan]

Dylan smirked, "So pushy already." Of course she was being pushy. That's how this thing worked! Isabel pushed him around, and he complied like the sick little puppy he was. From the little information he'd given Declan about the whole situation, his brother had decided that it was something to do with Dylan's mommy issues. That was a less classy way of putting what every therapist their father had forced them into seeing had said. Dylan had issues with women, which was why he was such a little skeez. Ever since his mother left, he had very little respect for women.

He sat up for a moment to take off his shirt, and then heard the microwave beep. Naturally, we strolled across the room to retrieve the food so Isabel didn't have to get back up, dropping his shirt somewhere on the floor as he went. He placed the sandwiches into the cardboard sleeves, and then brought them over to the bed, handing one to her.
Being as hungry as he was, he scarfed the thing down without really even tasting it. He didn't care that he burned the roof of his mouth or that he looked like a complete fool while doing it. None of that really mattered anymore. His image basically went out the door when she was around. Of course it snapped right back in place when they were in public, but when they weren't...he was just a play thing for Isabel to mold in whatever shape she wished. And that was just how he liked it.

Sighing happily, Dylan leaned back on the bed and looked over at her. She was...well, aside from being the sexiest woman he'd ever seen, Isabel was actually quite beautiful. She could easily be a model or an actress or something. Truly one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen, and he was sure he'd think that even if she wasn't amazing in bed. If he were into relationships and feelings, he'd probably fall for Isabel based on looks alone. He didn't have a strong grasp on who she really was, but he had enough of an idea to find her a decent person. Not that it actually mattered. They were just fucking.
"So..." he said after a few moments of comfortable silence. He was looking up at her, almost innocently. Well...as innocent as you can get when you still have scratch marks running down your back and welts from a belt on your ass cheeks.

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It actually made Isabel giggle whenever Dylan scarfed food down like that in front of her even if he did remind her of some sort of starving animal. She ate slowly like a baby bird of some sort mostly because she still wanted to try and look cute for him especially since she was typically the one making him submit to her every desire. There was something special about this guy, she could feel it and not just in the sexual sense. Hell, if he wasn't her fuck buddy and they were into relationships than she would likely want to pursue one with him. Sure she didn't know him all that well but she could tell that he was different. He was someone that she genuinely had interest in, she wanted to know about him.. On a personal level.

Not because she loved him.

Not because she wanted to one day be Mrs. McKnight.

No. She wanted to know what kind of a person that he was so they could be friends.. Best friends who had sex and shared some crazy sexual connection. "So... Why don't we talk about.. our families... I mean all that I know is that you have an incredibly sexy brother." She winked to let him know that she was just teasing him before snuggling up to his side. It looked like such a sweet gesture that they would've looked like an adorable couple in love sharing a moment to an outsider but they also wouldn't see the welts on his ass...

Nobody else would understand them and that was why she loved what they had.

[dylan]

Their...families? What? Since when did they talk about stuff like that? Or really anything at all? Was she high?

He tried not to be visibly stiff, but he couldn't help it. Dylan didn't talk about things. Getting him to open up was like pulling teeth. But as always, he didn't tell Isabel no. He was compelled to answer her, whether of not he wanted to. He didn't understand the power she had over him, and he didn't try to.
"Well..." he said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "My dad produces Broadway shows. We...have a lot of money, as you know." He'd already bought her gifts in the short time they'd known each other, so the size of his bank account shouldn't come as a shock.

This was harder than he expected. He rarely ever spoke about personal things. He didn't even think about them.
"You know Declan. And...we don't...I've never..." How was he supposed to tell her that he'd never met his mother? That she drop kicked him as soon as he popped out? That the one woman who was supposed to want him didn't?
He cleared his throat, "Our grandmother helped raised us until she died when we were little." He paused, trying to think of anymore family ties, and brought up nothing.
"What about you?" He wasn't really sure how this conversation had happened, but if Isabel thought it was important...he was going to participate.

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Isabel wanted to ask him about his mother but she didn't want to pressure him into saying something that he wasn't comfortable with. "Oh.. I'm so sorry, Dylan." She knew that he had money just as he likely figured out that she did as well. Where was she suppose to start? "Um.. I have two older sisters, Elle and Laura who are in their thirties.. My mom and dad had me when they were in their early forties so I was unplanned especially since they thought that they were done for good after Laura was born. Um.. Elle has a daughter who just turned fifteen actually and she might come here but I don't know." It was easy to talk about her sisters and that stuff but she didn't know if she should share more personal things about her family.

"Um... Three years ago, my mother got diagnosed with breast cancer and she's in the final stage now and she's stopped treatments so...." She had spent her summer with Dylan to hide from the serious thing going on in her house even though that was kind of a pussy move on her part. She could feel a lump growing in her throat so she stopped talking. What kind of impression would it gave if she cried in front of him? He would believe that she was some kind of a pathetic little girl.. How could he respect her and submit to her if she was a big baby in front of him?

She didn't want to create an awkward lull in conversation but she honestly couldn't say one more word if she wanted to keep her strong image up. She rarely had moments where she felt like this and that wasn't because she was a great actress. She just was a happy person! But now.. now she was sad and she didn't want him to think she was weak.

[dylan]

Dylan waited for her to continue, but when she didn't, he looked over at her. Was she...about to cry? He'd made enough girls cry in his life to know what it looked like. She had that same pouty lipped, red nosed, watery eyed look they all get. Only he felt a little differently about seeing Isabel cry. He actually cared if she were upset, and that realization was unsettling.

"Hey..." he spoke softly, snaking his arm around her shoulders. "Is...You can...I mean, I get it if..." he figured she'd understand what he was trying to say. He didn't do very much emotion most of the time, but if Isabel needed to cry...he wasn't going to deny her of that.
He pushed some hair out of her face and smiled down at her. It felt like a typical boyfriend move, but maybe that was part of his job description now. Their entire non-relationship was starting to confuse him. They weren't allowed to sleep with other people, but they didn't have actual feelings for each other. They were able to be themselves together, but they didn't talk about things. They knew each others bodies like their favorite movie, but their pasts were complete mysteries.

He gave her shoulders a squeeze, "I'm not going to laugh at you or...think any different. I mean...that's gotta really suck. Mawmaw was the closest thing I've ever had to a mother, and she died from lung cancer. So..." he shrugged, not really sure of what to say. He was five when she died, so he really didn't remember it very well. There was a big difference between losing a family member at five and seventeen.

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What was Dylan doing? He was acting as if they were in a legitimate relationship not just two.. two attractive people having sex and a part of Isabel didn't mind. She wanted to cry all over him like a pathetic loser and know that he was still going to think that she was the strong amazing girl that she was during the day. "It's just..." She started but she had to force herself to stop mid-sentence because she didn't know where that she was going with that and she was interrupted by the sudden overwhelming need to cry. She didn't like feeling this weak around him nor did she want him to look at her tear stained face and see how crazy emotional that she was.

She felt guilty as she snuggled her face into the crock of his neck but something about the position felt oddly right.. Like she fit which was unsettling but she wasn't going to think too much about that later. "It's just that it's not fair! Laura and Elle got her for their weddings and their college graduations and to meet their babies and she's going to die before I even graduate high school!" She never said that out loud to anyone because she knew that it made her sound incredibly selfish like her loss was greater than Laura and Elle's because she was younger but she liked to think that Dylan wouldn't judge her for it.

She forced herself to pull away from him even if being so close did provide her a bizarre comfort that she couldn't explain. "I'm sorry... I know that we don't do this.." What was she suppose to do now? "We can um.... we can have sex if you want?" Her face was a mess! He would have to be the biggest douchebag in the world to say yes to that offer.

[dylan]

Dylan smiled at her, and wiped her cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm not really into pity sex, but thanks." It sounded a little mean, but it wasn't supposed to be like that. He didn't want to sleep with her just because she felt obligated. If she was upset enough to cry like that...clearly sex was the last thing she honestly wanted. He wasn't one to care about people, but he wasn't going to take advantage of someone like that either.

He let her cry for a few more minutes, and continued to rub her back as she did. He honestly felt like her reasons for being upset were perfectly normal. It made sense. Her sisters were going to get things she wasn't. And that probably wasn't the only way she felt, just part of it. But still, he understood.
It was strange how they were actually connecting on something like this. He was sure this was only about sex. Their first encounter was only meant to be a one night stand, and it had turned into this big confusing thing over the summer, rolling into the school year. Of course he couldn't complain, but still. He'd never pictured himself actually caring about her well being. That's not to say he was falling in love with her. He was just...not as cold as he'd originally thought. Who knew?

He pulled away a little to look at her. She still somehow managed to look pretty when she was crying. And that was not something many girls could do. He took note that her eyes seemed ten times bluer than they normally were now. It was nice, but still sad that the only time they were that color was when she felt like this.
"You okay?" he asked her with a small smile, hoping that maybe crying it out had helped some.