I woke up that morning to a knocking at my door. when I looked ay the clock I saw it was only 7:30. I growled before throwing the covers off me and walking over to the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Rachel and Tyler standing out there. I opened the door and looked right at Rachel.
"What did you forget?" I looked up to see Tyler smirking. "What do you want?" Tyler's smirk broke out into a large smile.
"Your shirt isn't yours." I looked down at my shirt and remembered exactly what was happening.
"And?" I walked away from the door and threw myself onto my bed, I was exhausted. I grabbed my covers and wrapped myself up in them, and fought the pull back to sleep.
"Where's Dylan?" Rachel had a slight confused expression. I looked over to the other bed and immediately sat back up.
"I don't know." I got out of the bed and started looking around the room. I checked the bathroom. No Dylan. "Well his bag is still here, try calling him?" I looked at Tyler expectantly. He pulled out his phone and dialed Dylan's number. Rachel had already started looking for her next costume.
"He's not answering. You try." Tyler pointed to my phone which was place on the end table, which was not where I had left it.
"What's his number?" Tyler looked at me a little shocked.
"You still don't have his number?" I shook my head slowly.
"Why would I? He doesn't even know my name." Tyler almost dropped his phone to the floor when he heard that.
"But you're wearing his lucky shirt!" I rolled my eyes.
"We made a deal, till the end of comic con, I will keep this shirt, and he will learn more about me, but I have no clue where he went." I stood up and went to get Rachel's costume. This costume was fairly simple. It was the female Star Trek uniform in red. I grabbed the dress and searched for her boots. "Rachel where are all your costumes going?" I looked up at her a little serious.
"You mean Link and Loki? I put them at a suitcase, back at Tyler's." She pulled her black boots out of one of my bags and I raised my eyebrow.
"When did you put that in there?!" I walked over, and handed her the dress. "What ever, go get dressed. I picked up my phone to check f maybe my mom or anyone messaged me, and I saw a message from Derrick. It read 'Hey Ally, I'm meeting Dylan downtown, he seemed serious. I was just a little worried. Did something happen to you? Did he....?' I started laughing lightly trying to hold back my laughter.
"What, did momma send something funny? or Bri?" Rachel came out of the bathroom tossing her clothing on my bed before she grabbed my phone from my hand. "Oh god. What happened to the password, how did he get on your phone?
"What? Who?" Tyler came over and sat next to Rachel on my bed. "Who's Derrick?"
"He's my friend, he's like my brother, and Dylan went to the perfect person to find things out about me, though he might have to suffer a punch or two. Once Derrck hear's I cried, oh he'll be pissed. He's like a big brother bear." I let out a short laugh, before rooting through my bag for my make up kit.
"So, what should we do? If Derrick punches Dylan, what if he gets hurt?" I paused to think, before I looked at Tyler.
"Then I'll put make up over the bruises, or what ever." Rachel faced me so I could do her make up. "He's the one that wanted to do this, not me." I pulled her face toward me, as I applied a light foundation and the cover powder that redused shine. "Ugh, I hate this stuff." I mummbled, as I applied glue to her false lashes and stuck them above her natural lashes. I blew on her eyes lightly.
