𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 | 𝐜. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

‧₊˚📀❛❛ i swear on my soul ! ❜❜♪ ༘
⌞ ʳᵉᵃˡ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˣ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ⌝

"SO WHY DID YOU need to come to trent's house with me?" dalia asked as she kept her eyes on the road, slowing at the stop sign in front of her.

"it's a surprise!" nick sang as dalia turned left onto trent's street, "trust me, it's gonna be awesome."

she slowed to a park in front of his house and before she could even unbuckle, nick was out of the car and at the front porch, ringing the doorbell.

jesus christ...

she watched as the door opened to let nick scurry in, then close right after; and dalia hadn't even gotten out of the car fully.

she shut the door and let out a sigh that sounded like something straight from her mother, walking up to the porch and ringing the doorbell.

then... nothing.

she sent a text to trent, open the door. or else you ARE getting touched tn.

a couple of seconds passed before the door opened showing trent in a glittery black suit, glasses, and a party hat, "happy birthdayyy... to... youuuu.." he sung slowly in an ear shattering falsetto that could make a deaf person cry.

"why do your glasses say 'congrats grad' ?"

he put his finger on her lip and continued to sing, "happy birthday.. to you... happy biii-iii-iiiii-iiirthdayyy dear.. dalia!" (to which he pronounced "doll-yeah")

the girl shook her head and pat a hand on trent's chest, "thank you. but stop."

trent frowned, "you serious? i didn't even get to sing you the last riff."

he cleared his throat and dalia's eyes widened in fear, "NO NO NO! i'm ok! thanks for the offer."

"boringgg.." he rolled his eyes as he finally moved to the side and let her in.

no matter how many times she's been to his house, she would never not be stunned by its beauty. the walls were deep shade of blue and were further complemented by tan and ochre-colored furniture and appliances; not including a wall that held framed photos.

the photos contained pictures of trent's dad and sister, as well as some of dalia and trent himself. then her eyes drifted to a new one that she hadn't seen before. it was of trent and the triplets.

nick's eyes were looking away from the camera and had a wide smile, whilst matt had his arms across his chest straight up mean-mugging the camera. chris and trent had their arms around each other's shoulders as they both flipped off the camera; chris' mouth was wide as trent's tongue was stuck out. they were all covered in a dark blue hue as a patch of grass was behind them.

dalia pointed to it, "when was this taken?" she asked softly, looking back at trent

trent looked over and smiled, "oh we went to top golf together like three months ago, it was my treat. actually it was the day you and vinnie broke up."

dalia's jaw dropped slightly, "oh shit, did i kill the mood when you guys got home? my bad, chat."

"no," trent chuckled lightly, "this was after, duh. put your thinking cap on."

if this was a cartoon, dalia's jaw would've dropped out of her mouth and onto the floor as her brows flew off of her face and to the ceiling, "you guys... celebrated my break up?"