Matched (joshler) (COMPLETED)

March Nineteenth

There's a chapter coming up soon that I've been ready to put out so I'm just writing and publishing today while I'm off work, hope y'all don't mind lmao

Dakota and Dylan blow out their candles on their separate cakes, smiles and excited applause surrounding them. They hug each other before exchanging their annual twin gifts.

"I have another gift," Dylan says after they both open their presents. "It's kind of something for everyone though."

Dakota looks at her with a tiny pout, "Today is our day."

Dylan giggles, "I know. But I think you might like this and I figured since everyone is here anyway, it'll be easier to tell them as a group rather than one by one. But you get to to open it."

Dylan pulls out a medium sized box from under the table. Dakota takes it and unwraps it as their friends and family watch in curiosity. Dakota's jaw drops and she looks at her sister with a thrilled grin, "Oh my god!"

Dylan grunts softly as Dakota yanks her into a hug.

"What'd you get, Kota?" Tyler's mom wonders, her spot by the refrigerator making it hard to see.

Dakota lets go of her sister and pulls the pink sweatshirt out of the box. She holds it up for everyone to read. "World's Most Glamorous Aunt".

The other teens in the room erupt in congratulatory cheers toward Dylan and Mercury. The unknowing adults sit in stunned silence.

A few moments pass before everyone splits up to enjoy the rest of the party. Tyler and Dallon cut the cakes while Josh scoops ice cream.

Dylan walks to the stereo and turns it on while the guests talks amongst themselves. She turns it to the Bluetooth setting but feels a hand on her shoulder before she can connect her phone. She turns with a smile as she sees her grandmother.

"Hi, grandma."

"Hi. What are you doing?"

The tone in the woman's voice is cold, judgmental. Dylan ignores it and continues to smile, "Just turning on some music! Any requests?"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, Dylan Mae."

Dylan's smile drops.

"Pregnant? You just turned seventeen."

Tyler eyes the two subtly, ignoring the words being spoken by Dallon. He remembers the day he told his mother Jasmine was pregnant. It was not a good day. He freezes, knife still in hand, and watches them, unable to make out what is being said over all the noise in the room.

"Grandma, it wasn't on purpose," Dylan sighs. "I was on birth control, and we used protec-"

"I don't believe that. If you were on the pill, you would have not have gotten pregnant."

Dylan refrains from rolling her eyes, attempting to remain respectful to her grandmother, "Birth control is not one hundred percent effective. I was on it for a couple months already and it's been working."

"Your father should teach you the same lesson he had to learn and be on your own for a while. Think you're an adult, ready to start your own family? You can put a roof over your own head."

Dylan's face turns red with anger and sadness. Tyler drops his knife and walks over to them as he sees a tear roll down his daughter's cheek, "Mom, you need to leave."

"Excuse me?"

"Leave! Now. Get out of my house."

Everyone in the room stops talking upon hearing Tyler shout. Tyler has a protective arm around Dylan as she cries, a furious look covering the man's face.