A Girl Named Dylan; j.b.b fanfic, a.u

the boy with the hair

THIS PICTURE OF JACK JUST MAKES MY HEART MELT A LOT LIKE LOOK AT HOW CUTE HIS LIL SMILE IS AND HOW CUTE HIS BIG DOE EYES ARE, HE IS JUST MY LIFE AUFSDOAFOAINM

anyways, hello friends, this is my second story on Wattpad- the first one was about Alex and gave me headaches just thinking about it; it was real bad ok. anyways, hola friendolas, this is a story about Jack and yeah :-) 5SOS is also included in this fic, and there may be be other bands incorporated into this- such as maybe PTV or SIO, we'll see who I'm in the mood to put in the story

love you all :-))

"So, Dylan, what do you think about it?" Michael asked me with a curious expression.

"Huh?" I said, snapping out of my daydream.

"Dylan, you weren't listening?" he whined, stomping his feet on the floor.

"Sorry, Mikey, I was just thinking about my math test last period," I apologized.

"C'mon, we all know that's not true. You were fantasizing about Dan. When do you not?" he sighed, poking his finger into my side.

"Can you blame me? The boy is perfect," I bellowed to my red haired best friend.

"I can blame you because I told you about this stupid partner project that we have in Morrison's and you have him next period!" Michael said.

"What?! It's almost winter break! I swear, he's the straight offspring of Satan," I said, sighing and throwing my upper body onto the lunch table. "I'm going to spend my winter break doing some stupid project with some kid I don't know."

"I'm so sorry that you don't make an effort to try to socialize with anyone in that class," Michael laughed.

"Hey! I talk to Alex in that class, okay? That should be enough," I quickly defend myself.

"Alex barely counts as a person, okay?" he chuckled.

"What about me?" Alex said, putting his lunch tray on the table.

"Michael said you barely count as a person," I said.

"Well, I mean, you're not wrong," Alex shrugged, taking a bite of his pizza. "What the fuck is this pizza?!" he said, spitting it out immediately. "This is cheese on an actual cardboard box. This is a disgrace to all cardboard boxes in the world."

"That's what you get for not going with us to go get food during 4th!" Michael said, sticking his tongue out at our distressed best friend.

"I had a math test, okay? Brown is a total stickler. You know well enough I couldn't ditch, he saw me this morning," Alex sighed, poking his "pizza" with a plastic fork.

"Whatever, you're just lame," I said, sticking my tongue out. "Anyways, so who are you partnered up with?" I asked, turning towards Michael.

"This kid Rian. I don't know anything about him, other than that he plays drums and hasn't gotten a haircut since like middle school," Michael explained, obviously not exactly happy with his partner, but not miserable.

"Oh, I know who he is. He's in my math class, but he doesn't talk much. Brown seems to love him though," Alex said, rolling his eyes. The bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. I sighed as I grabbed all my belongings from the table.

"C'mon, Lex, we're going to be late," I tapped on Alex as he chugged the last of his chocolate milk. He trudged along with me as we entered English. We took our usual seat in the back of the room, beginning a conversation about music. The bell interrupted us and Mr. Morrison walked in.

"Good afternoon class, how are all of you?" he asked as he shut the door. The class replied with dispersed grunts and mumbles. "All of you seem absolutely lively today," he said sarcastically. "Anyways, surprise! You may have heard from students from my other classes, but, you have a partner project!" The class groaned in unison.

"Sir? You do realize that we have winter break next week?" a brown haired boy asked. Maybe Michael was right; I need to talk to more people in this class.

"Yes, I am well aware of that, Peter. This project is fun, I promise! It will give you a chance to interact and learn about your classmates in a new and creative way!" Mr. Morrison insisted. "I'm giving you a list of questions and activities you need to ask and do with your partner during your time off. At the end of break, you need to make a mixtape of songs that represent their personality, using symbolism and metaphors. You will need to write a short paragraph about each song, explaining why it represents your partner, using lyrics from the song. The mixtape should have at least 15 songs." The class mumbled things, but they seemed to like the idea. It sounded pretty cool. There must be a catch. "So, to ensure that you don't pick someone that you know, I've chosen your partners for you!" Oh, there it is. The class once again groaned.

"Okay, so to start off, Mike will be with Brenda. Alex and Zack. Mary and Thomas. Dylan and Jack..." I zoned out as Mr. Morrison droned on.

"Jack? Who's Jack?" I asked Alex who looked puzzled by his partner as well.

As if on que, Jack asked loudly, "Dylan? Where you at, man?"

"I'm right here," I said shyly, raising my hand.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, it's just that your name is Dylan and that's a guy's name and I-" he began to apologize.

"No, it's fine. I get it on the daily," I laughed lightly, running my fingers through my hair.

"Okay, I'm sorry again. Wow, I'm off to a bad start," he chuckled nervously.

"A bit, but it's okay, you'll make up for it by..." I trailed off, looking at the list of activities. "Taking me to the amusement park!"

"Alright, of course," he said, chuckling. We talked for the rest of the class, just getting to know each other more. Before I knew it, the bell rang and everyone was leaving. "Bye, Dylan," Jack smiled at me.

"So, who's Jack? What's he like?" Alex asked after class.

"Oh, he's the boy with the hair," I said, gesturing to my hair.

"Very specific, Dyl. Good job," Alex laughed.

"Okay, he's the one what wears the Blink shirts all the time. And he's really cool, he has a great taste in music," I replied.

"Oh! That's Jack! I've always wanted to talk to him, y'know, Blink being my favorite band and all," Alex said.

"Yeah, Alex, we all know. The entire state of Maryland knows, Alex," I laughed, punching him in the shoulder playfully.

"I can't help it, Mark is my heterosexual lover, even though I'm not so sure about the heterosexual part," Alex said, shrugging.

"Well, let's get to class before we're late," I said, dragging him along by the hem of his shirt.