Ellie felt one hand on her waist, and another on the back of her neck. The two didn't really make out or anything, it was a simple kiss on the lips – but a long one. She smiled into the kiss, their lips still together.

Oh, how long she had been waiting for this moment to happen!

"I didn't expect this to happen," Dylan said as they parted, looking at each other.

"Me neither," Ellie admitted, "At least not when I was thinking about seeing you. Let's just say I was led by my instinct."

He smiled even wider, his eyes looking at her lips every now and then. "Was this your first kiss?"

"Yep. And it didn't even suck as much as I thought it would."

Dylan rolled his eyes at her, taking her hand into his. "That's because I'm a great kisser. Me kissing you was a privilege, you gotta remember that. I stole your first kiss and made it absolutely amazing."

The blonde frowned, tilting her head to the side. "Firstly, you didn't steal my first kiss, assbutt. I kissed you." She grinned widely and stuck her tongue out at him. "Secondly, I don't know if the kiss was really that good..."

"Don't shit me," Dylan said in a dead-serious voice, before simply smiling at her. "You're beautiful."

Yeah, maybe she's just kissed him. Maybe she's just confessed she loves him. But never did she think he'd call her beautiful.

And since Ellie was probably the worst person ever at taking compliments, she only blushed – she could literally feel the heat in her entire face – and muttered something she really couldn't repeat. It was one of the many occasions where Ellie would wish she wasn't so awkward.

"Thanks," she finally managed to say – why was it so hard?!

They were talking about random stuff for the next few minutes, neither of them even mentioning what had just happened between them – actually, it was as if it even hadn't happened. Ellie didn't know what to think about it, maybe she should have thought before acting. But what's been done has been done and there's no turning back.

Right?

"Look, ugh, I didn't tell you..." Dylan started awkwardly; Ellie's heart was racing, she thought he'd say he doesn't really like her anymore, that it was just a phase. Could it possibly be it? "When I was, um, waiting for you, I...met your mom and your sister. They seem like really good –"

"Wait, you what?!"

"Met Elinor and your mom," he replied and bit his lip.

"Why didn't you tell me when you saw me?"

Dylan shifted beside her, his arm brushing against hers – her hand was still in his. "Well, I did. The moment I saw you. But you were a bit off, and you didn't catch anything I said."

"Oh my god." Ellie rubbed her temples, trying to relax. Her mom was so going to make her regret not telling her who she was meeting up with... "What did they say? What exactly happened?"

As soon as she relaxed a bit, Dylan relaxed too – he smiled at her reassuringly. "I was standing outside, they came a few minutes before you and Elinor recognized me. She was quick on getting facts together, and it took her about ten seconds to realize I was waiting for you. Basically, she introduced me to herself and your mom, I signed them autographs, and your mom just told me to take care of you. She seemed to like me."

Oh, wow – her mom actually liked Dylan? Usually, she never approved of any crush of hers. It was really weird to know that her mother did, in fact, like Ellie's – ugh, well, whatever he was to her.

"Is that okay with you?"

The blonde shrugged. "Even if it weren't, would it change anything?" In response, Dylan shook his head and smiled at her. "What?" she asked, her face burning – nobody had looked at her that way before.

Instead of using his lips to pronounce an answer, Dylan leaned forward and used them to place a kiss on her lips. Ellie was startled, not knowing what to do – for goodness' sakes, she had her eyes open! It was literally her first time kissing a boy ten minutes ago, and now the first time a boy was kissing her, and the blonde was much of a lost cause.

"Ellie," Dylan whispered, pulling back enough to look into her eyes with a huge smile on his face.

"What?" Ellie blushed – crap.

He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer; one hand ended up on her mid-back, while the other stayed on her waist. "Relax." He leaned in again and this time, Ellie let herself relax. Shyly, she put her hands around his neck and somehow managed to keep them steady.

They spent literally seven seconds – Ellie counted – in that position, both of them smiling. "So are we going to make out or what?" she asked with a chuckle, tilting her head backwards.

"Do you want to make out?" Dylan spoke through a huge grin – she could hear it.

"Not really," she admitted, making that 'I'm sorry' face. "I mean, everybody says that making out is really slimy and tounge-ish, and I really don't want to ruin the moment."

"It's fine," he said, letting go of her. "I have to agree with everyone, making out is slimy and that word you said."

"Tongue-ish." Ellie giggled. "I made it up."

"Sounds like something you'd come up with."

"Hey! I'm a writer, you can't expect a writer not to make up new words, assbutt," Ellie replied, blinking rapidly – it was her way of mocking the puppy eyes and everything people did to make the other one do what they wanted.

She should probably get a life.

Dylan put an arm around her shoulders, and she rested her head on his. With his free hands he took her hands and started playing with her short fingers, smiling. "So, what would a writer say to this situation?"

It was her chance to figure out what exactly was their current status, and she didn't want to waste it. "What situation, exactly? Because this certain writer doesn't really know what situation we are actually talking about."

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about. The two of us being...yeah."

"The two of us being what?" she pushed.

He finally looked at her, frowning. "I don't know. What are we? Really close friends –"

"Best friends," Ellie piped in.

" – best friends," Dylan corrected himself, "who are in love with each other, but live really far away and this boy here would do anything to be with this girl here, but doesn't really know if she wants that because he doesn't want to hurt her. I'd say it's complicated."

Ellie got out of his half-hug and looked at him, completely serious. This was her chance. "Look, you can't hurt me. And what would hurt both of us is feeling this and knowing what we feel for each other, but not really doing anything about that. And do you really think I kissed you because I want to be just friends with you?"

"No."

"Then I figured it's easy to understand that if I'm freaking in love with you, I don't care about the distance. If we were able to become best friends over the texts, we can be together over the texts. It might be difficult and everything, but honestly, staying just friends would be shit."

Dylan smiled at her, nodding. "I know. I was thinking the same thing."

"Well why didn't you say something then?!" Ellie rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Because you make me totally confused and I still haven't figured out the way you work, assbutt," he finally said. "And I don't want to screw this up."

The blonde smiled, leaning forward and giving him a peck on the lips. It was their third kiss in around twenty minutes. "You won't screw this up, I promise."

"Great, I'm glad. Now come back because I want to cuddle with you." Ellie laughed and got back into the position they were in before, only this time both of them were even more relaxed, and somehow it felt more natural to Ellie. "You didn't tell me, what does the writer have to say about this?"

"Well, since we're officially agreed to start dating – right?" she paused for a moment and waited for him to confirm. "Right. So based on that, the writer would say that the end of one story is the beginning of another."

"I like it," Dylan said and kissed her forehead – the feeling was simply amazing. "And this story is yet to be written, right, assbutt?"

"Right," Ellie agreed.

About forty-five minutes later, the Oswald girl needed to go. It felt really weird, because she went to the meeting single and now she's going home taken. It was all really weird for her, but Dylan had promised to help her out and not make any of this awkward. Also, they agreed they would wait some time before telling the media – Dylan's fans, that is.

He walked her home, and kissed her for good night – marking their seventh kiss. Ellie was in the seventh heaven because of all of this, and she could say Dylan was pretty much the same, by the amount of times he'd asked her to cuddle with him or simply hugged her, or kissed her forehead or her cheek.

Having a boyfriend was definitely the best thing on the world, Ellie figured.

As she watched him leave the hotel, Ellie knew it was the last time she'd see him. It was why just a minute before he was wiping away the tears on her face, and hugging her endlessly. They were both sad, only he could contain his emotions, whilst all Ellie could do was wish she had lived in LA. But the time had come, and they parted ways.

And again, it wasn't Dellie – they had invented a ship name for themselves – but only Dylan, and only Ellie.