Dillon

Dillon - Treats girlfriend like shit @Tess_JTHM - Has an ego the size of the sun - Will probably get ripped apart 💀Experienced roleplay writer 💀 Pretty much always online 💀 18+ years old

Unfortunately, Dillon’s nose wasn’t broken. Another unfortunate fact? He was more unbearable than usual. “That bitch doesn’t know how to punch. If she were any good, my nose would be broken. Pathetic...” @Tess_JTHM

Dillon didn’t bother with pumpkin carving. He was too busy fretting over his nose. “If that bitch messed up my nose...” he muttered to himself as he stared into a mirror for the tenth time that day.

He was indeed a nightmare. If he even got the slightest hint that someone was making fun of him, out loud or in their head, then Dillon would freak out.

Yelping for the second time that night, Dillon put a hand over his bleeding nose. “FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

After wandering around for a bit, they came across a man in a dress. Dillon couldn’t resist. He laughed as he pointed him out to Tess. Dillon didn’t count on the man’s female friend punching him.

Dillon was still reeling from shock. With wide eyes, he stared at Tess’ hand on his shoulder before he looked at her face. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” The scare actor was watching them, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

Something didn’t feel quite right about Tess’ response. Did she like to upset him? “Whatever... let’s just get the fuck in this farm...” As soon as he’d stormed in there, there was a dork in a mask... ready to greet him... Stepping back with a strangled yelp, Dillon cursed.

Dillon clenched his jaw as he watched Tess wander over to the entrance without him. He couldn’t be seen on his own here. That’s what dorks do. Walking fast, he made his way over to Tess. “What the fuck?” he snapped, his eyebrows furrowed.

The familiar feeling of pent up rage bubbled below Dillon’s skin. Taking a deep breath in and out, he stepped out of his car.

“Sure...” Dillon takes the tape from Tess. He shoves it into the tape player and presses play. Music covers up the awkward silence as they make their way to Knott’s Scary Farm.

Dillon’s ego had taken a hit. He hated it when someone managed to embarrass him. He’s not a dork. Why was this happening to him? Dillon sat down in the driver’s seat, slamming the car door shut with more force than necessary.

Dillon clenched his hands into fists. Damn. “Oh. Yeah... but there’s other stuff there... so... let’s go...” Fucking Tess... pointing out his errors... bitch...

“FINALLY!” He exclaimed as the front door finally opened. “We’re going to Knott’s Scary Farm.” Dillon spots Tess’ television. Recognising the movie that had been paused, he suddenly smirks. “It’ll be way better than Halloween. What’s so scary about a dork in a mask?”

Dillon pounded his fist on Tess’ front door. “TESS! OPEN UP!” He muttered sexist comments as he waited. He hated waiting for other people. @Tess_JTHM

Standing near a bar, Dillon smirks at a group of teenage girls. They’re all staring at him and whispering to each other. Dillon thinks that they find him attractive. Why wouldn’t they? He’s in a band.

Stretching, Dillon woke up feeling pretty crap. He had a hangover. Having the bed to himself made him feel a little better. He had a great view of Tess’ ass from here.

Dillon’s ears start burning. Is someone talking about him? Well yes, of course they are. He’s in a band. He’s cool.

Trying his best to put one foot in front of the other, Dillon tragically made his way down the path to Tess’ house. “Tess? TESS? OPEN THE... OPEN!” Dillon hammered his fists on Tess’ front door.