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Just one razor-edged comment was all it took to keep Dakota's head from swimming, hold his thoughts from drowning in stilted apprehensiveness--his hesitance towards where exactly the two of them stood settling against the walls of his skull, only to dissipate almost immediately. This was familiar, and this he could work with--acrimonious and spiteful, sardonic and keen.

"'S a real temptation, mate, I'll tell ya' what," Dakota grinned, stepping out into the hallway before closing the door behind him. "Already tied my hair up for ya', though, so there's ten seconds I ain't never gonna get back. Might as well make 'em count."

"And yes," Turning to lock the door behind him, Dakota rolled his eyes his Louis drew his hand away from his waist, throwing a backwards look over his shoulder. "Still dressin' like I fucked your mum between the 7/11 freezer aisle and the Slurpee machine. 'S an aesthetic, Tomlinson; wouldn't expect your boybandin' arse to understand. Besides--" He rolled his eyes, a soft snicker escaping through parted lips. "You've got plenty of preps to choose from, darlin'. Shame on ya' for choosin' me."

 Dakota was proud of himself, honestly, proper refraining from patting himself on the back. Nerves, on his end, at least, had already given way to gentle teasing, jitters fallen to the floor as he took in just how bloody good Louis actually looked, standing there in the hallway. 

"Brilliant," Dakota mused, smiling a dirty, wolfish thing as he knocked Louis' shoulder and started walking down the hallway, ignoring the shorter man's last comment altogether. "I ain't even regrettin' this yet. And 's already been, what, minute 'n a fuckin' half? Minute longer than I thought we'd last."

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Turning around and running back to his room was the only thought on his mind as the door opened; nerves crawling up his spine to settle in his throat. He wasn’t sure how they got from cutting remarks and sharp smiles to this. Now fingers pressed against the swell of his lips when he was alone; lashes a dark fan across high cheekbones as he remembered the sharp press of lips on his. 

The thought of it had him coloring, clear eyes darting to the man in front of him. Louis refused to turn into this fumbling teenager around someone he was pretty sure he still hated. At least a little bit. Eyes rolled to the ceiling once the taller man spoke, brow raised in amusement. “You’re the one that asked me, love. I could leave if it’s too much for you.” The teasing came easily, tumbling from his mouth in waves before he could stop it. Not that he actively wanted to. They’d be nothing without their barbs and curled lips.  A hum erupted from him, oceanic eyes taking Dakota in. Confusion furrowed his brows before he caught sight of the familiar red fabric around his waist. “Still going for the dirty Kurt Cobain look?” Louis inquired softly, brows raised and eyes wide as if innocently asking about the weather. Fingers tangled in the fabric, well-worn and soft between his fingers. “Nice to know this isn’t going to be dressy. Would die from shock if you walked out in a tux.”  Fingers immediately fell from the fabric once he realized he’d reached out; lips thin as he wiped the pale of his hand off on the dark fabric of his pants. He really didn’t want to actively think about touching things Dakota owned. They’d already kissed, no need to dig himself further. “So, gonna stand there all day or are you going to sweep me off my feet like a proper gent and take me out?” 

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Ten minutes before Louis was set to meet up with him, and Dakota honest to God suspected that he was already suffering from heat stroke. How it had come to this with the other man--his indirect boss, essentially, the narrow-minded bane of his existence--Dakota would never work out, but something about the stiffness of the air, the weightiness of his circumstance, was causing his throat to tighten, fingers twitching at the thought of a date with Louis Tomlinson.

God, even the sentence itself was mental bile.

Dakota had originally planned on forgoing the flannel in favor of something a little less, well--a little less Dakota, really, for the sake of a second first impression. But found himself trying onyx and red checked sleeves around his waist regardless, reaching up to twist his unruly hair in a half-hazard excuse for a bun, and clenched his fist as heavy feet clunked across carpeted floor in a three stride journey to snatch up his keys. If Louis hadn't been driven away by something or other by this point, Dakota reckoned that his time-old fabric selection wouldn't ruin the evening entirely.

Swallowing, Dakota ducked as a knock rang out through his room, mentally chastising himself for acting so skittish as he affixed the clasp of his dog tag chain around his neck, and went, somewhat begrudgingly, to open the door and greet the man on the other side, feet nearly dragging across the floor in the effort. 

In hindsight, he probably should have pre-considered what on earth he'd say to Louis upon seeing him, because as the door gave way to the hallway, Dakota merely stood there, lazily eyeing Louis up and down with arms crossed, and one shoulder leaning casually against the door frame--all teasing eyes and quirked lips and cavalier stance. Smirk already weaseling its way across his features, a defense mechanism more than anything, Dakota straightened up, arms falling to his side as his hands slipped right on into his pockets. "So," he mused, rocking back on his feet as he raised his brow towards Louis, half surprised that he'd shown up at all, "We're really doin' this, huh?"

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That they’d gotten to this point after a round of insults and texts at three am proclaiming weird versions of love was baffling. He’d expected yelling, nails sinking into pale flesh and mouths red and slick. Now he was shuffling about his room near screaming while dressing. Oh how the mighty had fallen. Louis had never expected to fall this far. A sigh rang loudly in the quiet room, shoes shoved on the feet sans socks. It wasn’t like he expected a fancy dinner and a bit of snogging in the back of a car like he was a teenager again. No, he expected cutting comments and tearing hands; biting mouths and laughing eyes. He wasn’t even sure which he hoped for more. "Stop frettin’ like a girl about to lose her virginity in the back of a shitty Toyota." Louis chastised him as he exited his room, keys jingling and phone pressed hard into the soft flesh of his hand. He was almost ashamed of how fast he shuffled from his room, hellbent on actually making it to Dakota’s before he broke down. The last thing he needed was someone else catching him being so visibly upset about a date with Dakota. A date. Pearled teeth sank into cherry colored lips, eyes brightening at the sight of the other man’s door. A staccato rhythm was thumped against solid oak, a blush already staining high cheekbones. Louis only hoped this wasn’t a joke the taller man decided to play on him.

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If anything were to catch Adrian off-guard, that would've been it--a comment on Dallas' previously unbeknownst fondness. However, Adrian had seen his fair share of arse kissing back in the good ole' days of the trust fund circuit, and didn't see why some half wit, no good, terribly filthy street thug would be any exception. "Give it a week, and you won't," Adrian responded, closing the door behind him and pushing past Dallas on his way to the sofa. He first stopped by a counter set up at the edge of the living room, pouring himself a glass of whatever seemed closest, and only making his way to the couch once his glass was half full. "Points for insulting my father, though. Reckon resentment gets you everywhere in this house." Smirking over the rim of his glass, Adrian took a dainty sip. "Smarter than you look."

Of course, Dallas trailed after Adrian without so much as a second of consideration. He peered at the wall decorations as he followed, eyes wide at how well off this family seemed to be. Dallas looked forward just in time to catch the smirk on Adrian’s face, and immediately sputtered out a, “I like you.” With a few blinks and a brave stare, Dallas swallowed the nerves building in his throat and gave a nod of confirmation. “More than your - well, more than Mr. Tudor.” Dallas said, offering a few more nods before averting his eyes yet again and wandering aimlessly through the living room door.

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Snickering, Adrian drummed his fingers against the wall before placing his palm flat against it with a slight push--just enough to get him walking in the direction of the living room, with the presumption that Dallas would follow along behind him. "No," he called over his shoulder, accent echoing off the high ceilings and elaborate decor, "The other Tudor son, actually; the kid without a stifling case of asthma and startlingly homoeroticism." Turning around briefly, Adrian pushed the door into the living room clear open, standing against it so that Dallas could enter first, but not before lifting the corner of his mouth clear to the ceiling in a condescending smirk. "I'm taller, too."

Dallas practically turned in the opposite direction at that, fingers crawling against his ribs as a new rush of insecurity spilled down his spine. “Never said I was.” Dallas mumbled, careful to look as apathetic as possible. Instead he chose to glance around the room, taking note of how extravagant the main hall was - clearly his mother wasn’t chasing Mr. Tudor’s charming personality. “You’re Adrian, yeah?” Dallas pushed out, peering back at his future step-sibling with curious eyes before blinking back to the home, which was somehow even more unwelcoming than his own.

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After a seemingly endless sigh, Adrian allowed his eyes to drift towards Dallas again--this time forcing his gaze to linger for a second, then another, and one persisting second longer. "...You know," Adrian began, leaning back against the wall for a second time, as his eyes flickered down towards Dallas' beat-up shoes, and his tight-arse pants, and his hips. And entire second spent on his hips. "You really aren't nearly as pretty as you think you are."

Dallas took a step backwards almost too quickly - a bit odd, considering he seemed physically scared of a sixteen year old pixie. He held back an apology with the assumption that his new sibling wouldn’t find it especially important, and wrapped arms around his chest before clearing his throat. “Of course not.” Dallas said, careful not to mumble too terribly. He dared to glance at the boy opposite him, feigning a look of disinterest as to seem as casual as possible.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: you're really sweet.

Dallas: think i might be part of the problem.

Casper: you're not a problem, dallas montrose. pinky promise.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: what am I doing?

Casper: putting yourself down for no bloody reason.

Casper: ya married a reckless, unsure, nineteen year old drug addict, babe, and that's the simple fact of it. /you're/ not the problem.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: sorry. That was really mean, I just meant like

Dallas: me

Dallas: worried I'm not good for you maybe

Dallas: haven't been lately

Casper: you're doing it again.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: I mean, I believe you. Just feels like the center of your universe is kinda shitty

Casper: thanks.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: you're telling me you don't, though?

Casper: shit, dallas, this is why things aren't workin' out. you've gotta get it through you're fuckin' head that you're the center of my universe, too.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: I never said that.

Casper: you didn't have to.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: really?

Dallas: why is that?

Casper: because you think i love drugs more than i love you.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: yeah.

Dallas: im sorry.

Casper: without jumping the gun here, think 's the biggest issue we've got.

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: ill admit to that.

Casper: that's not fair. do you understand why that's not fair?

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Text ♡ Cassie

Dallas: yeah.

Dallas: I know you love me. I swear.

Casper: but you've always thought that you loved me more than i loved you, though.