Holland's POV - Sleep over.
"I just got a text from Colton, the cast wants to come over to sleep here. Is that okay with you?" Dylan asks getting ready to type back.
"Of course! I'll message Crystal." I go to reach for my phone out of my back pocket, but quickly realise it is still inside my car.
"Dylan!" I almost scream. "My car, it has my bag and everything!" I jump up from the couch out of the lounge room, frantically searching for the front door.
Dylan just stands there at the hallway door, watching me in amusement as I run like an idiot into the bathroom.
"Where is the stupid door?" I exit the bathroom and accidentally enter the kitchen. I growl in anger and continue to find my way out of the house.
"The front door is through the hall over there." Dylan points to the door on the other side of the lounge room.
While cursing under my breath I speed-walk outside and hop into Dylan's Jeep without him even giving me permission.
Twenty long minutes later we finally arrive back to the completely empty park and I run to my car, unlocking the door and getting my belongings.
"We need to call someone, like a-" "already done." Dylan cuts me of. Soon enough, a big tow truck comes around the corner.
After I fill in a lot paperwork, the old man with a bald head grunts in annoyance and then finally tows my car away.
"Well that was quick." I say confused and jump back into Dylan's car.
"I need to get back home to pack some things." I say, completely forgetting I'll be staying at Dylan's tonight.
"Nah." He continues driving to his house. I ignore his comment and assure myself we'll just go back later. I now text Crystal.
To Crystal;
Come over to Dylan's tonight, Tyler P will give you a ride.
To Holland;
Can't wait! :)
"While we wait, want to bake some cookies? The Tylers and Colton love them." I nod in excitement and he leads me towards the kitchen.
I admire the way Dylan's back muscles look when he bends down to pick something up from a bottom draw or when he stirs the cookie dough together with his fingers.
"Now I need you to help." He snaps his fingers in front of my face - knocking me out of my trance.
"Oh, sorry." I stand up from the stool and get some dough into my hands, flattening it out. Doing this reminds me of the times when Crystal and I worked at the bakery.
"Looking good Holl, mine are better though." He laughs and my eyes widen in a fake anger.
"Excuse me." I pout, my hands stopping as I look at him with a fake crying face.
"You are excused." He laughs at his own remark. I get a handful of flour and throw it at his face.
"Oh no you didn't." He yells, getting an egg and cracking it over my head. I scream and throw some more flour at him, but he has to be extra and gets the whole bag and throws it at me.
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