I cheered as the quarter was seconds away from being over and Dylan was making his way towards the touchdown.
He made it and threw the football onto the turf, while yelling and hitting his teammates on the helmet and them doing the same.
Cassie and I began walking off of the stands and towards my brother and Dylan while they cheered.
"Good game dex!" I smiled while embracing him tightly
"Thanks sis." He said.
He let me go and continued to cheer.
Dylan looked over at me with a pouting face.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, embracing him tightly.
"Good game, Dylan." I giggled.
He smirked and slid his hands onto my ass giving it a quick squeeze.
I squealed and pushed away from him.
"Nice ass, kitten." He smirked and walked away to celebrate.
I stood there in shock and looked over at Cassie, who was on the floor laughing.
"It's not funny!" I pouted and walked over to her.
"That was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my entire life." She managed to choke out while laughing.
"You are such a dick." I rolled my eyes.
She got up and wiped tears off of her cheeks.
"Your expression was the funniest thing!" She began laughing again.
I rolled my eyes again and began to follow my brother and Dylan as they walked together while talking.
I caught up with them and so did Cassie as we made it to their cars.
"Winning streak baby!" Dylan yelled and smiled.
I smiled and studied him.
I've never seen him so happy.
Dylan looked at me and dropped his smile into a smirk he pulled me close into him as he leaned against his camaro.
I scanned his arm that held his helmet, they were muscular and veiny.
I looked up at him and he was just looking down at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just really like your hair." He said while flashing a genuine smile.
My hair? Not my face? ok?
He pulled his helmet up and handed it to me.
I grabbed it and held it for him as he finished up his conversation.
He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together and we began walking to his car.
I climbed into the car and so did he.
I placed the helmet in my lap and sighed.
He started the car and we drove off.
I laid my head against the cold glass window.
"So, dex told me that you are moving in with us?" I said questioningly.
"Yeah." He said while shrugging.
"Why?" I asked.
"My parents are going to be gone all Summer on a business trip to Africa, because they are doing some charity work and short films there." He said casually.
"Oh, okay." I said while shrugging.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"You make me nervous." I said sleepily.
He chuckled and looked over at me and then back to the rode.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I'm supposed to hate you, but I don't." I said slowly.
"That makes you nervous?" He asked.
"No, what makes me nervous is that I really don't know how I feel about you and I don't know how you feel about me." I said while dozing off.
He mumbled something I couldn't understand.
