More Than Just 'Friends' (ON HOLD)

Chapter 32

"What?"

"So you're saying that I can't date Angelina Jolie?"

"Yep."

"That hurts. Why would you say that," he said, placing a hand over his heart.

"Because there are people in this world that like you and Angelina Jolie is married."

"Makes sense," he chuckled.

"So dylan, what makes this girl so special?"

"I guess it's her eyes, her laugh, her smile. Her everything. She's just perfect. I really like her, but she's too oblivious for her own good sometimes. and I don't know what to do when I'm around her. I
don't know what to say, don't know what to give, I don't know how to act. I just don't know," he said.

This girl must be very special. For her to only be the third, she must be beautiful, with the way he describes her. I'm jealous.

"Who is this mystery girl ?"

"You have to guess."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

"Is she pretty?"

"Yeah."

"Is she tall?"

"Yep."

"Is she funny?"

"Yeah."

"Have you kissed her?"

"Mhm."

"What is her hair color?"

"Same as yours."

"Eye color?"

"Blue."

"When she smiles, do her teeth show?"

"Yeah."

"How old is she?"

"One year younger than me."

"Is it. . . Candice Swanepoel?"

"How would yo expect me too kiss her?"

"Well... I don't know."

"Damn, Al. You're so good at guessing," he said. Filled with sarcasm.

"I know that. But she is pretty hot."

"Yeah. But Damn, Cara."

"I know right. Did you know that she's a lesbian? Yeah. She had a girlfriend."

"Dang. Im Too late." He frowned and smirked.

"I'm not." His eyes grew wide as I said this and I just laughed. "Can we go back?"

He nodded his head and we went to the boys. "We're going ahead. You can catch up, or something." He got his clothes and put them on and we walked home with his skateboard clipped in between his arms.

When we got to his house, I followed him upstairs but stopped in my tracks. "I'm gonna go do something downstairs." I walked down and hung my coat by the door and went up.

Shoot. What is his room?

I walk to the hallway on the right and go to the 2nd door to the right. The room looks kinda similar but then this one was cleaner. No clothes on the floor. Organized desk, lights off, and bed was made. I guess his mom cleaned his room?

Dylan entered and he quickly stopped. His clothes were different but then he looks the same. "Hey, Chica."

"Hey Dylan. Sorry, I just had to hang my coat downstairs." He smirked and bit his lip.