A movie night mishap... (582 words)

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"Oh crap, I forgot to get the snacks from the kitchen downstairs!" I squealed as soon as Dylan put in the DVD for Mockingjay Part 2. "I'll be right back!" 

Dylan nodded his head and let me go with a warning, "hurry up! The movie's already starting..." 

"Alright, geez. I'll be back in a few." I broke away from Dylan's cuddling and started to get out of the bed when I tumbled down to the floor. 

"Damn, that hurts!" I winced as I held my ankle and I looked at my ankle to see that the blanket was tangled up my leg. 

"Y/N, honey, are you okay? I heard something fall..." Dylan looked down at me from his position on the bed. 

"Yeah, that 'something' was me falling down on the floor! But, it was because of the stupid blanket getting tangled up with my leg..." I playfully scowled at him and he rolled his eyes. 

"Is your ankle hurting too much for you to get the snacks? I could always pause the movie and get them myself." 

"No, no! It's fine, it doesn't hurt that much!" 

And just like that, I got up off the floor and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. As soon as my feet got off the last step, I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed all of mine and Dylan's favorite snacks, including a few pints of ice cream and two spoons. With both of my hands being full due to the amount of food that I was carrying, I walked up the stairs as carefully as I could and walked into the bedroom. 

"Hey, Dylan. I'm back-woah!" I smiled as I opened up the door, but that stupid blanket was in the way again and I tripped on that again. 

But... All the food landed on Dylan. Yep, all the popcorn, the pretzels, the candy, and the ice cream too. 

"Oh, crap! That's so cold!" Dylan shrieked as the ice cream slid down his hair and the popcorn was getting stuck to him. 

"Oh my god, Dylan! I am so sorry, babe!" I got up off the floor and my hands flew up to my mouth. 

"Could you keep the movie on pause while I go take a shower to get all the sticky crap off of me, please?" 

"Of course, babe. You go ahead and take a shower..." 

"Thanks, Y/N." 

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Dylan eventually came out of the shower 30 minutes later and was drying his hair as he slipped his clothes on. 

"Dylan, honey, I'm so sorry for letting the food get on you..." I sighed as I got out of bed and walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. 

He turned around and gently smiled down at me, "Y/N, it's not your fault! It was the 'stupid blanket' as you quoted." 

I rolled my eyes sarcastically while he laughed at me. "What are you laughing at?" 

"At you being so damn adorable." 

"Oh, shut up!" 

"No, really, Y/N. You are so adorable when you act flustered..." 

I blushed and bit my lower lip as I looked up at him. "You really think so?" 

Dylan nodded his head and leaned in as his forehead made contact with my forehead. 

"I love you so damn much, Y/N." He whispered onto my lips before he kissed me. 

"I love you too, Dylan." I smiled into the kiss, which had also caused him to smile.