"I'm a motherfuckin' train wreck."

"But you ain't about to have no boo."

"Cause I know we be so complicated."

"You ain't my boyfriend."

"I ain't your girlfriend."

"But you don't want me to see nobody else."

"And I don't want you to see nobody."

"I don't want a smile if it ain't from you, yeah."

"But I can't be with you, 'cause I got issues."

You and Dior's... situation - you didn't even know if you could call it a friendship - was... complicated.

One moment, you guys were giving each other some certain stares across the room - and the other, you guys were arguing or whatever.

You guys were... strangely possessive of each other but never actually committed to whatever you guys had going on.

All your other friends would point it out and tell you both the same thing over and over again - "Why aren't you guys even fucking together?!"

In reality, you both had thought about it before, never told each other you both thought about how it would be like to actually date. But you guys did both think about it.

But both of you had issues - you were sometimes hard to read, and Dior... well, she never really committed.

You both needed to work through your issues, but by then, you both couldn't exactly date. Not that you both mentioned it to each other - that'd just make it weird.

Even though Dior had her issues and knew she was a train wreck sometimes, she didn't want to have some other person touching you like you were the type of person to touch freely.

Dior usually glared at whoever did dare flirt and touch you when she did catch them. Especially at parties, she would usually keep her eyes on you at parties since... that was usually where people did shit.

And the same thing was for Dior when someone tried to flirt and touch her.

You would keep your eye on whoever even dared look her way with a lustful gaze. You once beat one of them up out of the house after the party - what did she expect?

That was another issue between the both of you - you both were petty but super possessive over each other, which was seriously not a good combination.

Dior would usually push the person who was flirting with you away - and you, well, you gave them a fucking withering glare that could shoot lasers through their head, and they usually just backed up if they were wise.

But you guys still weren't dating.

See? Pretty fucking complicated.

Anyways, Walker decided to throw some party since it was someone on the cast's birthday. And of course, he invited a LOT of attractive people - including you and Dior of course.

Anyways - now Dior had been watching some person subtly flirt with you, staring at the guy with a withering glare. And you, hadn't noticed them flirting, you just laughed and treated them as if they were your friend.

After the person walked off, because they... got your number, but you only thought it was a friendly hang out.

Seriously, you were fucking dumb. - Dior made her way over to where you were at, sitting on the couch next to you. "Well... they seemed... nice." They can go fuck themselves. - was what Dior wanted to say but didn't as she made the comment.