don't let me get me

third

It wasn't common for Dylan to have panic attacks. But it wasn't uncommon either.

He usually got them when he was alone. His last one had been about a week ago.

He was tidying up his room before his mom came back from work. He found one of Kara's shirts and it was like his chest had collapsed. He was getting used to dealing with these though, so he just got on the floor, and laid on his back. He called out for Matty and he came and helped out too. His family had been good with that.

It was time for the annual ball hockey tournament that Dylan participated in every year. The tournament was three players plus a goalie. Since Ryan was still in New York and Matt seemed to have no interest in anything but his girlfriend, Dylan got Mitch and Connor to play with him, well, forced them to.

"I'll be goalie." Allison said, lounging against Connor in Dylan's hammock while playing with one of the balls used in ball hockey.

Mitch snorted, sucking on a piece of watermelon. "You'd cry if you got hit with one of the balls." He said before he smirked. "Even though you're used to Connor's."

She whipped the ball at Mitch, hitting him in the face. "Not as much as you're used to Dyl's."

"You're right. I am, and I love it." Mitch wagged his tongue.

All of them cringed, laughing at him as well. He tried to go in for a kiss with Dylan, who shoved him away. Dylan shook his head at Mitch. What a guy.

"We really need to find a goalie." Dylan whined.

"I'll do it." Matt spoke, hoping down the stairs.

"You sure Meg will let you?" Connor teased.

Matt rolled his eyes. "She can just come watch with Alli."

"Who said I'm watching?" Allison scoffed.

Matt laughed, walking back inside.

The next few days consisted of practicing. Matt was a decent goalie considering he was six foot three and played forward typically. They were looking good and Dylan loved it. He needed this break. It was finally something good going for him.

The day of the tournament came. His parents were coming to watch, his aunt and some of his cousins, and a bunch of his, Connor, and Mitch's mutual friends. He was kind of nervous to play in front of them all.

"You alright?" Mitch asked, noticing Dylan looked weird.

Dylan nodded slowly. He watched the game happening before theirs. His eyes scoped the crowd. He saw Allison walking over to where he was standing with Mitch with a bag in her hand. She had a shirt that matched the shirts the team was wearing that had the number sign next to the one and a "fan" underneath it.

"Hey! You excited?" She smiled, punching his shoulder.

"Yeah." He smiled.

"Where's Davo?" Mitch asked, chomping on gum.

"He's almost here. I went home last night so I didn't drive with him." She explained. Her face fell a bit when she looked over at Dylan. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Dylan nodded, leading Alli away from Mitch and Matt. "What's up?"

"Uh, I went to Kara's to pick up some of my stuff last night and I grabbed your things." She told him, extending the bag to him.

He took the bag slowly. He didn't know what to say. He tried to thank her but he just nodded, walking away. He got to his car and threw the bag in, then sat down in the driver's seat. He felt his chest tightening. This was not the time for a panic attack.

He jumped at someone knocking on his window. He looked at the passenger's side to see Connor standing there. Dylan smacked his hand around until he found the lock button. Connor climbed in right away. Dylan was breathing heavily, and shaking. Connor frowned before he started to help Dylan calm down.

"Why do I get like this?" Dylan spoke, his eyes watering. "What's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing with you." Connor rubbed his back. "You're okay, Stromer."

Once Dylan calmed down, he and Connor walked back to where everyone was. It was time for them to start warming up. Dylan watch Connor walk over to Allison and give her a kiss. She patted his butt as he stepped onto the court then walked over to Dylan. She pulled him into a hug.

"Good luck, Dyl." She squeezed him.

The game was quick. Matt let in the first shot on him and Dylan was sure the game was over. But Matt kept it together and they ended up pulling off a win. The next game seemed to take forever, but ended in a win. They had forty five minutes until their quarter final game and all four guys were laying on the grass, away from the crowd of yelling people.

Allison pulled up near them, shaking her head. She put her car in park before she got out and walked over to them. She threw a leg over Connor, sitting on his hips. He held onto her hips, letting out a groan as she sat down. She leaned down and pecked his lips. Dylan started making gagging noises.

She rolled her eyes, standing up. "What do you guys want to eat? I'm making a food run for you." She wiped her hands on her jeans.

"Really?" Matt gasped, sitting up.

She nodded with a smile. He started telling her what he wanted, which was a lot. She typed it in a note on her phone. Mitch told her next and she wrote that down as well. She looked to Dylan. He shrugged.

"Just get me the same as Matty." He kept it simple.

Connor stood up, offering her money for buying them all this. She laughed as he pulled her towards him. Their faces were close while she kept pushing his money away. He let out a growl and kissed her, then told her what he wanted. She kissed him again before she walked back to her car.

Dylan exhaled. He missed that. He missed having a girl that was his. Connor smiled, sitting back down beside him. He smiled back.

Allison brought the food back quickly and they all ate in her car. She drove them up to the court, giving Connor a kiss as he climbed out. Dylan rolled his eyes. Connor noticed and didn't say much. They went out and played their hearts out.

Semis were next. That game was an easy win. Then came the final. The game was close the entire time, extremely back and forth. They would score, then the other team would. It wasn't even Matt's fault, it was just crazy. The game went into a shootout. It was on the tenth round. Each guy had gone three times. If Dylan scored, that was game.

"Hey." Connor whispered to him, leaning into him. "You got this. This is your game."

Mitch kissed Dylan's cheek, getting him to laugh. Dylan took a deep breath then stepped onto the court. He heard his family cheering for him, but he shut that out. He needed to focus. He started to move the ball towards the net. He went one way, then the other, and then he shut his eyes as he released.

He heard cheering and his eyes opened. He saw all the people there for him charging towards him. He smiled when he realized he scored. He hugged everyone, even being picked up by Matt. He laughed while he was put down. He was happy.