Rayne stood at the door the the small room, taking in the secenry before smiling at Dylan. "Why thank you," she teased. "And what a large theater it is." Rayne smiled, and pushed at his arm a little, feeling happier than she had before. She crossed the small room and settled herself on the couch, wondering what movie he was putting on. The noise of the sound system startled her a little, and she caught a glimpse of Kill Bill, a movie she had tried very hard to never watch. Thankfully, he pulled it out of the DVD player and put something else in instead. The lights flicked off and Dylan found a spot next to her on the couch. Immediately, Rayne's head found his shoulder and just kind of rested there, comfortable and safe. If only it could've been Dylan who'd asked her out in the first place, and saved her all this drama. Her hand found her stomach and rested there, content with herself and with everything as the movie began. Sure, the position she was in right now (figuratively, not literally) was not her ideal one, but it was better than nothing- being here with Dylan as his friend was better than being along, and much better than being with Mason. She appreciated the fact that they could curl up on the couch with no pressure or expectations. She nuzzled her head in a little closer as the main titles flashed on the screen, pulling her body closer to his.

The movie played, a flickering light that fell over their faces and Rayne snuggled ever closer and further under the blanket, not trying to hide herself, but simply more interesting in the warmth and comfort she felt exactly where she was. Could she really have this? Could Rayne, whom many would consider a teenage whore if they knew what was really going on in her life, have this semblance of a normal relationship? Sure, she and Dylan were not dating, and it was really silly to think he might want to be with her after knowing what had gone on in her life, but she'd been open and honest with him and he still liked her, enough to be here right now. Dylan didn't come across as fake, and Rayne didn't feel fake when she was with him. Maybe he actually liked her, actually cared about her, wanted to be there for her when others wouldn't.

Not that any of that mattered. She couldn't subject Dylan to what she knew life would bring for him with her- for anyone with her, really. Soon, she would be a teenage mother. Sure, she had nearly 33 weeks left to go, but it was still soon enough that anything long term would result in them dating a teenage mother. Worse then that, it wouldn't even be their child. Getting back with Mason was absolutely not a choice, so whomever she dated would never be the baby's true father. Rayne didn't mind, but it was silly to think that whomever she started dating wouldn't. Thankfully for Rayne, Dylan liking her was totally out of the question, or else she'd probably have to leave for his own good. As it was, she just moved herself a little bit closer, hoping maybe he'd put his arm around her and let her feel something that wasn't for a little while.

That place between sleeping and wakefulness was the the most comfortable one in the world. It was this feeling of being so pleasant and comfortable that you could just stay there forever and never leave that state. The idea of moving into full consciousness was never welcomed, but the idea of going back to sleep was. But Rayne couldn't continue to sleep while Dylan was awake. She'd fallen asleep at some point in the middle of the movie, and she didn't really know how it ended, but wasn't sure she cared. It hadn't been that great of a movie anyway. But Dane Cook was funny, and Jessica Alba was pretty, and from what she had seen it had been cute, but certainly not an award winner. Unless there was an award for most penguin involvement in a movie, ever. Rayne smiled despite the waking fog, trying to get herself ready to face the rest of the day. It had been shitty up until now, and it was hard to think it would be much better.

Dylan was speaking- saying her name, moving her hair, touching her face. Her skin felt like it warmed up at his touch, and her little half grin widened He said something about- oh, she didn't know, but it felt goof to hear, whatever it was. She nuzzled her head for one more second before picking it up and stretching, craning her neck this way and that to release the stiffness. Even just the tiny amount of weight at Rayne's midsection seemed to put an extra strain on her back, her joints always seemed stiffer after sleeping. She stretched her arms, languidly, almost like a cat after sleeping in the sun. She then looked over at Dylan, who hugged her. "Yeah," she nodded into his shoulder, smiling. "You mean its over?" she asked lightly, pulling back and looking at him. She didn't want to go home to her empty dorm room and be alone with herself yet. She didn't want to be alone yet.