Hopeless Romantics

Dylan's backstory

Dylan was your average hottie, golden blond hair swishing in front of his face, and flicking it back any chance he could get, his chin was muscular, his lips were small yet juicy. By anyone's standards, he was good looking. One might think this would have put Dylan on the path to greatness, he surely did, however the truth was far from it. 

You see, all his life, Dylan had notice kids his age shy away from him. Of course he knew this was because his masculinity and beauty intimidated them to the point where their breathe would get caught in the back of their throat, however, Dylan thought this would all change as he advanced to High school. 

Dylan transferred schools at the age of 14, he had made the humble decision to leave his school, for the sake of the other kids. He went to another school, by the name of River Valley high, one where the children of his youth didn't stream into. He was excited to start a new school. Dylan had a good feeling about his new start, on the nights leading up to the first day, he would dream of the popularity he would posses. He decided to learn how to talk.

Dylan had one mother and one father, grandparents on both sides, many cousins and even some nephews, however he had only ever learnt some common words, ones that he would need to use frequently, such as "hello" or "goodbye". His parents rarely spoke to him, needless to say this was because Dylan's own parents were daunted by his good looks and unnerving nature. Whatever the cause for Dylan's lack of speech was, the important thing to note here was, Dylan was going to take some initiative. 

Of course Dylan went to school, had English classes and so on, but his days were spent dreaming of finding that special someone. It had always been something Dylan had been passionate about, finding that one person to spend the rest of his life with, comfortable and relaxed. Obviously whilst looking hot at the same time.  

Dylan spent hours every day, conjugating verbs and phrases, sorting out word order until he finally felt confident enough to speak to his parents, possibly for the first time since he said hello to them a few weeks ago. In the hours leading up to the encounter, Dylan was a ball of nerves. He decided to write in his journal, his little lavender log. He spent his morning writing English sentences, practicing his later conversation and asking his diary for constructive criticism. This all helped Dylan feel more comfortable, however when the time came to go downstairs and talk to his parents, he needed reassurance from LLL (his nickname for his journal).  

As he went downstairs, his parents were busy watching 'the real housewives.' Dylan's all time favourite show. Silently, he plopped down next to his mother and looked at his parent's side profiles. He had always been amazed, how his attractiveness had made its way from two very average looking people. He pushed those thoughts away, though, as he repeated the phrase in his head. As the words made their way out of Dylan's mouth, he was almost shocked himself. His parents looked at him in alarm, as the words:

"are you how, am happy"

Formed on his luscious lips. Dylan watched as his parents faces changed from the state of misery to concern. He had taken too large a step, they weren't ready to talk to him in full sentences, their breath was caught in their throats. Dylan backed away. His parents watched as he left, shaking their heads, disappointed in their lack of communication with their son. They didn't try to stop him though, they let him walk upstairs, head hung low. 

When Dylan got upstairs he slammed his door behind him, quietly though, hot people don't get mad. He sat on his bed, curled up in a ball. He picked up his phone and played his favourite song, 'young and beautiful'. He liked the song, because it reminded him of himself. He stood up and started dancing, something he did when he felt low, it always made him feel better. He pulled out his best moves like no one was watching, of course no one was watching, but Dylan liked to imagine a camera man was filming him constantly, people watching him, in awe of his beauty. For the next three hours, Dylan swung his arms above his head, kicked his legs in the air, and even attempted a split! He was majorly out of breathe, but he didn't care. He slumped down on his bed, and almost forgot. School started tomorrow.

Dylan set his alarm for four in the morning. It was ambitious, but he needed three hours to do his skincare. However, when the time came for him to wake up, his alarm didn't go off, four, five six am came around and Dylan was still fast asleep, snoozing in his 'naughty little elf' pyjamas.

At 7:45, Dylan began to arouse from his slumber. He never woke up with messy hair, so it was easy for him to put his school clothes on and be out the door. He regretted not being able to do his full skincare routine, however he quickly forgot about that, and set his mind on the challenge ahead. Get ready river valley high, Dylan Zippe is coming.