This inside of Dylan's house was very neat and homey. "Are your parents home?" I asked. It was only 10. "Ya. Mom!" Dylan's call was answered by a sweet, "Yes dear?"
Dylan grabbed my arm and dragged me to his living room. "Mama, this is Bethany Poplar. She is in my math class. Do you have any warm clothes we could loan her?" Dylan's mom quickly stood up, "Of course. Dylan, why don't you start boiling some milk for cocoa?" "Oh, no, Mam. I'm alright." "Nonsense. And call me Jane." I smiled. His mom was so welcoming. She didn't even ask why I looked like a mess. Jane made her way upstairs.
"Pretty intimidating, isn't she?" Dylan joked. I giggled and she blushed. There was an awkward silence and then I asked the question that had been pressing me for the past half hour. "Where have you been the last three years, Dylan?" He sighed. "Um, my family was in, uh, Washington state for my dad's job. He, uh, got transfered." I actually didn't buy it, but I nodded. "How was that?" I asked awkardly. "It was... Good. I liked it. Lots different than New York." I nodded and starred at my feet. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My saving grace.
"These were the smallest I had. They should do. There's a bathroom right around the corner where you can change."
