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[ edited 11 Dec 2015 ]

It might have been a strong coincidence that I dreamt about Dylan after 'dream Dylan' told me to dream him. Or maybe it was one of those signs from the universe that had a meaning you couldn't quite fathom. Whatever it was, it came to the same conclusion. I dreamt about Dylan Rush.

It wasn't a nightmare. It was more like a pleasant dream.

No, we didn't try to kill each other in the dream. And, interestingly it was the best night's sleep I'd gotten after coming to this place.

I could only conclude that I might have still have lingering feelings of pity for him after I snapped at him when he arrived with Chinese.

Thankfully, Declan informed us that the shoot had been pushed back to nine because a PA (hopefully James) had misplaced all the extra films. So they had to purchase some more before filming could commence.

My fatigue and caffeine hungered body was pleased.

But then, when I looked into the pantry, I'd only purchased green tea, apple tea and cinnamon tea.

Cinnamon tea it is then.

"Morning," Dylan greeted as he entered the kitchen with a Starbucks bag.

I nodded, still brimming over the fact that we hadn't tried to kill each other in my dream.

"Went for my morning jog and bought some croissants and muffins on the way home," he said as he placed the bag in front of me on the counter.

Did he just say 'home'?

I nodded again, sipping from the cinnamon tea and chewing on the tomato sandwich.

Dylan sat on the high chair next to me. Then he starts to unpack the contents of the bag. "Here you go, Hunt." He pushes over a plate with a chocolate muffin and a croissant. Then he pulls out a cup. The rich, addictive aroma hits me.

Cinnamon tea was okay but coffee or any drink from Starbucks trumps it without fail.

Dylan smiled as he pushed over one of the two. "Here you go. I got you an ice mocha with a dash of chocolate."

I looked up at him, wondering if he'd poisoned it or put in some sort of laxative.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he chuckled. "No poison and no laxative, Hunt. Just drink."

I grab the drink warily and took a tiny sip. Not detecting any poison or laxative, I drink on.

"Alex..." Dylan began. I looked up at him, mouth full of croissant. "I was wondering..."

I arched a brow at him, telling him to continue.

"...if we can put this hatred or whatever aside?"

I stared at him, confused as I waited for him to elaborate.

"I'm sorry about what I said that day. Truly sorry. I know I was out of line. I had no right saying what I did," he continued all in one breath as he looked me in the eye. "I wouldn't know the first thing about what you went through and so I have no right calling you a coward and judging you."

I kept staring at him, the croissant long chewed, but I remained speechless, shocked.

Dylan chuckled. "I don't know why I did what I did. I guess you just bring the worst out of me."

I glared at him slightly.

"No, I didn't mean it that way. I guess I just... I don't feel the need to be nice all the time and be the people pleaser I need to be. Around you I'm the jerk-head that ran into you and damaged your phone." He smiled. "So what I'm saying, I guess, will you forgive me and let me be your friend?"

I pondered over that a minute after the shock, before nodding. "Yeah, I guess we can give it a shot. Besides, I don't think Declan can take our feud any longer than necessary." I offered a teasing smile. "So, I'm guessing this breakfast is just a one time thing slash peace offering?"

He nodded.

I pouted. I really wouldn't mind this for breakfast everyday.

"How about this?" He smiled. "I'll buy every time you join me for an early run?"

I mock glared at him. "Are you indirectly stating that I'm fat, Gregory?"

"No comment."

"Meaning you do?"

"You and I both know that you're as healthy as I am. The offer was just me not stating that I'd both welcome and enjoy the company," he smiled before taking a huge bite out of his muffin.

"I think I can run on Tuesdays and... " I paused, "Fridays."

He nodded. "Great then. Tomorrow at five then?"

I nodded finishing off the muffin.

This was off to a sweet start.

* * *

"So, I'm thinking Gerard's for lunch," Harry said as he finished off his scene and came running over.

"Sorry man," I apologized. "I've got to film during lunch to make up for the postponed shoot from this morning."

His gleeful smile dampened. "Oh!"

"Tyler can go with you though," I smiled at the person in question who looked shocked before agreeing.

The scene we were shooting during lunch took us two takes before Declan was happy.

"I knew my plan would work," he said as he walked towards Dylan and me. "It was bound to."

I half smiled at him.

"Yeah," Dylan agreed. "We're as close as two peas in a pod now. Right Alex?" He wrapped his arms around my shoulders as if to prove his point.

I nodded along though I wouldn't say we were that close.

"Good," Declan smiled.

"In fact," Dylan continued, "since we won't be filming again until six, I was hoping to grab some lunch with her."

Declan nodded his approval as I looked at Dylan questioningly.

When did I agree to lunch with him?

"See ya at five Declan," he called out as he dragged me out of the studio and towards his car.

Just out of the director's earshot, I turned to Dylan. "Go ahead. He's not here. I have to do something."

"Something?" He asked, confused.

I nodded. "Just the scene we're doing tomorrow. I need to check and read through the lines again."

"I can help you then," he volunteered. "It'll be much easier if we practice it."

"But it's not with you. It's the ones with Tyler."

"I can just play the past for practice sake. Just to help you out."

"But-" He cuts me off with a stern look.

"Is it just me or are you trying to come up with excuses to avoid having lunch with me?"

"It's not like-"

"I thought we were going to make this work, Hunt Friends have lunch together. Already backing out?" He arched a brow.

I shook my head. "Fine. I'll go to lunch with you."

"You sound like it's a prison sentence. You know, most girls would kill to have lunch with me." He smiled his signature arrogant smile.

"Yeah, I'm not most girls, Gregory!" I said as I opened the door to his car and get in.

"Don't I know it," he says as he closes the door behind me.

* * *

I watched Dylan curiously as he removed tomatoes from his Double Decker beef burger. "Uhm, what are you doing?" I asked.

Tomatoes were one of my favorite fruits and there he was blatantly discarding them as if they were rubbish.

He paused and looked up. "Oh!" He said guiltily. "I... hate tomatoes."

I rolled an eye. "No, I wouldn't have guessed. But why are you throwing them away? Allergic?"

He shook his head. "No, I just hate them."

I looked at him confused. "But they're delicious."

"Maybe they are, but I wouldn't know."

"Then how do you know you hate them?" I asked as I scooped them off his plate and placed it in mine. "What?" I said when he arched a brow at my thievery. "You weren't gonna eat them, right?"

He held up a hand in surrender. "I had a pretty bad experience with one when I was five."

"How can you have a bad experience with tomatoes? Skunk attack then tomato bath?"

He shook his head. "I wish. We went to an awareness thing they were having at the park and this big guy wearing a tomato costume slipped on a banana peel and rolled towards me. I screamed but then he landed right on me and stayed there for like.. twenty seconds before anyone could get him off me."

"And thus your aversion?" I arched, holding back laughter as I tried to picture a five year old Dylan trapped under a huge tomato.

"And thus my aversion," he answered before biting into his tomato free Double Decker beef burger. "Oh come one. Let it out. I know you want to laugh."

I shook my head before lying, "No, I don't!"

"You're picturing a tiny me under a huge tomato, aren't you?" He arched a brow, a smile on his lips.

I looked at him guiltily, before nodding. "How can I not?"

"The funny thing is, I told you."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never told anyone. My family tell the tale with a few exaggerated details of course. But they're the ones who tell it. Never me. When people ask, I just say it's just that they're too soft." He smiled. "You're stealing all my secrets, Hunt!"

I smile halfheartedly. Happy that he privileged me with the information yet curious as to why he did.

We ran lines after that. He just read through the script once before he knew the lines by heart.

It was 2:45 when we finished from lunch.

"We've still got a few hours before we need to go back. Want to go to the mall?" He asked as we got into his car.

I nodded. "What are we going to do there?"

"Grab you that phone I owe you and maybe catch a movie." He started the car.

I nodded as I leaned back into the plush leather seat.

"Oh, and Alex," he began. "We're going to the latest models section and grabbing you a phone from there. Or you'll get a replay of the last time."

Then he winked.

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