"What?" Dylan smirked at Ellie, his arm still hanging on her shoulder. She was incredibly cute, smiling awkwardly with red cheeks, yet managing to glare at him. "I thought what I said was actually really cool and deep and you know, romantic."

The blonde rolled her eyes at him, shrugging Dylan's hands off her shoulders. "Quoting my work isn't really cool, deep, or romantic by that matter."

"What's wrong?" Dylan noticed how she was still cheerful and quirky, but something was a tiny bit different.

"I'm not used to people reading my poems." Her voice became lower, and she was looking somewhere far in distance, running fingers through her hair and tucking a strand behind her ear with her little finger. "I mean, I post them on Wattpad, but I'm not popular there. Fifty followers is nothing. Nobody reads my pomes, and even if they do – they don't talk about them. And I don't know, I guess it just feels wrong."

"If you don't want me to mention your awesome writing I won't, it's up to you."

That sentence brought smile on Ellie's face as she looked up, still having that faraway look in her eyes. "You think my writing's awesome?"

Dylan put hands on her shoulders, stopping them in the middle of the park. He looked directly into her eyes and smiled at her. "Eleanor Oswald, I love your writing. Maybe I don't like reading, but I like to read whatever you write. And reading everything you've written – yes, I read that confusing one-shot and I'm confused – reading everything you've written so far gives me a chance to meet you on another whole level."

"Damn assbutt, you're deep."

Of course, Dylan thought, She had to say something sarcastic. I just said something really, really nice and she's being sarcastic. But that's her. That's what I like about her. She can't stay serious for five seconds straight. But I can't either when I'm with her. Oh my god, what's going on with me?

"But thanks." Ellie's smile grew wider until it reached the point of almost jumping off her face, and then she punched Dylan in his chest and giggled. "Let's stop being deep and poetic and tell me what the absolute heck we're doing here and why I'm wearing a dress and why I actually feel good wearing a dress, did you drug me?"

"I didn't drug you, and we're going to a place where we'll be," Dylan replied and grabbed Ellie's hand, leading her between the trees. "Watch where you step, I don't want your outfit to be ruined."

He heard Ellie huffing from behind him, stepping on a branch of tree and almost falling, holding onto his back. "That's gonna be a hard task," the blonde muttered. "Why are we going into the woods, like couldn't we be somewhere else?"

"No."

"You're so cold today assbutt, Jesus," Ellie whined, and he could vividly imagine her rolling her eyes, fighting her way between the trees – even though he was holding her hand firmly and leading her through the woods.

Dylan didn't reply, instead he smiled, thinking about what he was about to do. He was absolutely certain Ellie's opinion would change in less than five minutes, if everything goes by plan. And it should, if this world doesn't want to see Dylan Sprayberry at his worst.

He led the blonde through the woods, mostly successfully – she had tripped over the branches and leaves and even the ground a couple of times, but he was there every time for her, and every time she caught his hand or some random tree. He didn't know what she was thinking about, but he was repeating his plan over and over again inside his head all until they reached their destination, and he was finally able to let go of Ellie's hand – but for some reason, he didn't.

They were in the part of the park that was literally filled with trees, and the tiniest part of the woods they were in was completely dark since the leaves on the trees blocked the sunlight, yet the trees were far from each other. He heard Ellie breathing in, from beside him, but Dylan himself tried not to panic over the fact things might go wrong, and this was his only chance to give them what they both wanted.

Feeling her hands letting go of his, Dylan shuddered slightly as the sudden rush of cold streamed through his skin on the exact place where Ellie's hand had been just half a second before. He did his best to ignore that, and looked around. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as he realized everything remained the same, and was exactly the way it was supposed to be.

In the middle of the 'hole' – as he liked to call the small space between the trees – was his phone laying on the ground, with wires connected to two big speakers around it. The trees surrounding the 'hole' were decorated with light blue LED lights, giving the place a relaxing atmosphere. Considering the lights don't work without electricity, a small device with a giant amount of electricity was hiding behind one of the speakers, connected to both the speakers and the lights.

"So that's why you're wearing a tuxedo."

Dylan turned his head around to find Ellie smiling innocently at him. Her fingers were somewhere deep in her hair, and she looked extremely vulnerable like that. Suddenly he realized he couldn't imagine her anymore wearing anything else but that sweet dress of Elinor's. It suit her too well, and he even felt less stupid for actually wearing a tuxedo to a park – he was only surprised she hadn't mentioned it sooner.

"It took you ten minutes to notice," he teased her with a smile; usually she'd notice literally any, even the slightest change within moments.

The blonde shrugged, putting her hands on her waist. "Look, I've seen you in a tuxedo before, it's not like it's really my first time seeing Dylan Sprayberry being dressed as some weird dude from Baroque."

It slightly hurt to hear her comparing him to a Baroque man – he had nothing against the music, he just found the way they dressed odd. "First of all, I'm not dressed like some dude from Baroque," he breathed out. "This is what guys wear to, for example, homecoming. Secondly, when the hell did you see me in a tuxedo?"

"Mind your language, young sir." Ellie put her index finger on his lips – he shuddered form the touch – and pressed against them, pushing him a little back. "I'm a fan, and you know what a fan's job is? To know every single detail possible about their idol. Basically, I've seen most of your pictures and some of them included you wearing a tuxedo."

"That's just sick," Dylan muttered, shaking his head. "Are you sure you're not obsessed with me?"

Ellie gave him a specific look, rising her left eyebrow slowly. The right corner of her lips curved up, and she was smirking. "No. I'm fabulous." She swung her hair to the other side and gave Dylan an over-the-shoulder look.

Dylan buried his head into his hands, laughing. "Why are we even friends, oh my god!"

He felt an arm around his shoulder and Ellie's breathing on his ear, "Because I'm fabulous."

He laughed again and removed his hands from his face, standing mere two inches from Ellie's face. There was something really specific and special about her today, and he couldn't help but think how cute and adorable she looked, yet at the same time she was incredibly seductive and hot. But he was definitely certain he'll never be able to understand girls, especially not this one.

"So, assbutt," Ellie began, walking around him, her hands crossed on her chest. She was giving him funny looks, trying not to laugh whilst trying to keep a serious face. "Why are we here? Why are you wearing a tuxedo and I'm wearing a dress?"

The time had come, and Dylan couldn't escape answering the question she'd been asking him – not anymore. But, instead of giving up and feeling stupid, like he felt when he was thinking about this moment, he only smiled at her. "Remember that one time, when you told me you'll invite me to homecoming?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "Remember the night when neither of us could sleep, and we had some sort of a party?" Ellie nodded again. "Well, I decided to mix those up and I threw a mini homecoming party."