Saved by Kylie

11.) Birthday Surprise

Sarah's POV

Dylan took me home after school on Wednesday. We've been hanging out a lot more since we're not grounded anymore.
"Stay for dinner," I said, when he parked his car.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yeah, tell your mom to come over too. It'll be fine," I promised. He laughed, unsure.
"Okay, is it okay with Kylie?" He asked.
"Kylie is so chill. She'll be okay with it," I smiled. We walked inside, holding hands.

We went to the kitchen and no one was there.
"Is anyone home?" He asked.
"I don't know," I said. I texted Kylie and T, and we went upstairs.
We put our book bags in my room and sat on my bed.
"They'll be here in five minutes. We better go downstairs before they think we're doing something," I smiled.
"Yeah, Tyga hates me." Dylan said. Dylan won't dare call T, 'T.' I think it's kind of funny. T really scared him when he jumped out of the car like that.
"He'll get used to you sooner or later," I smirked. I stood up and walked in front of him. I kissed him slowly and passionately. Dylan cupped my face with one hand, and grabbed my butt with is other hand. He rolled me over on the bed and crawled on top of me. He suddenly let me go and got up.
"You can't keep doing that to me," I said standing up. I pulled him in a little, "I hate when you tease me."
"Oh c'mon, like I'd do something like that when Kylie and Tyga are 3 minutes from the house," he smiled. He kissed my neck and walked back down the stairs. I blushed and followed him.

We were standing by the island when Kylie and T came in. Kylie was wearing a small black dress, with black heels and a black purse. T was wearing ripped jeans (surprise) and a white v-neck shirt.
"Hey, I hope you and your mom like sirloin steak," Kylie said.
"We do," Dylan said.
"Good, we're having that with broccoli and mashed potatoes-"
"Kylie, I'm pretty sure he doesn't care," I said.
"No, it's okay." Dylan said.
"She's probably right. There's water in the refrigerator if you want some, Sarah, did you show him around?" Kylie asked.
"Yeah, I showed him everything," I said.
"Okay, you guys can go to your room or whatever," Kylie said, starting the steak. T cleared his throat and looked at Kylie.
"Oh c'mon." She laughed at T.
"Keep your door open," T warned.
I laughed, "okay."

"He doesn't trust me at all," Dylan said, sitting on my bed.
"He doesn't trust me, either," I replied.
"I wonder why," Dylan laughed, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.
"Where were we?" I smiled. He started kissing me again. I pulled my hair behind me and grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. We both were sitting on our knees. Dylan grabbed my butt with one hand and held the back of my head with his other hand. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, while my other hand was working itself down from his chest, to his abs, then to his pants. My whole body went numb when Dylan started kissing my neck.
"Dylan," I panted, "someone's coming." Dylan immediately stopped. We heard footsteps coming up the stairs, we looked at each other. Dylan went on his phone and I ran for my math textbook on my desk. We layed on our stomachs and acted like we were doing homework.

T walked through the door. I looked up and then looked at Dylan.
"You're mom just got here, Kylie would like for everyone to come downstairs," he said, suspicious of something. He looked at me, slowly, then at Dylan.
"Okay," I said, jumping up. Dylan went out first, and I followed. T stared at both of us, suspiciously, when we passed him at the door.

Kylie and Sandra were in the kitchen, finishing dinner. Sandra was wearing skinny jeans with a coral blouse, and nude pumps.
"Hey, dinner will be done in a few minutes. Sarah, can you get King? He's in the livingroom," Kylie said. Dylan and I went to the livingroom where King was playing with his new toys.
"King, this is Dylan. He's my new friend. Remember? You really wanted to meet him?" I said in a happy, baby voice. King looked at Dylan.
"Sarah's friend," he smiled. Dylan laughed.
"Are you ready to eat?" I asked King.
"Yes," he said, innocently.
"C'mon," I smiled, taking his hand.

Dinner was quiet, but it didn't feel awkward. Dylan and I were sitting beside each other with Kylie and T across from us. King was at the end of the table and Sandra was at the other end.
"So," Sandra cleared her throat, "how'd you two meet?" Kylie smiled at Sandra and looked at us.
"I went up to her before homeroom. She was wearing a beautiful white and blue dress, with flowers on it. I told her that I would like to take her to see the different things in Hollywood." He said.
"And it turned out that we had fourth period together, math. I'm not really good at math, but Dylan offered to help me." I smiled, looking at him.
"And then, we snuck around and went on that date during the weekend. Obviously, we got caught because you guys found out," Dylan finished.
"What classes do you take, Dylan?" Kylie asked.
"English 10, Chemistry, gym, and math. I make good grades in all my classes," he said, proudly.
"He never comes home with anything less than a B," Sandra added.
"And you're on the football team?" T asked.
"Yeah, wide receiver and quarterback. I like wide receiver better, but coach thinks I'm a better quarterback," Dylan explained, taking a sip of water.
"What are your grades like?" Sandra asked me.
"Uh, I have good grades. I understand history, English, and biology. I just really struggle in math," I honestly answered.
"I wasn't good in math either," Sandra smiled.

After we ate dessert, Dylan and his mom went home.
"I think that went well," I smiled as I picked up King, "do you like Dylan?"
"Dylan's nice!" He squealed. I laughed and tickled his belly.
"It's bedtime," I reminded King.
"I wanna sleep wif you," he said, hugging me. I carried King in Kylie and T's room.
"Can King sleep with me? He wants to," I said.
"Yeah, but you have school tomorrow. You can't be up all night," T reminded.
"I know, goodnight," I said, "can you tell Daddy and Kylie goodnight?" I asked King.
"Night!" He shouted.

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"Kylie! Dylan wants to take me to homecoming," I shouted from my bedroom. It's Friday and our principal announced the homecoming dance date.
"I didn't want you to tell her," Dylan laughed.
"Homecoming? When is it?" She asked, grinning.
"It's on my birthday, October 15th, that's the only problem," I said.
She inhaled deeply, "ooh, you can't go," She said matter-of-factly.
"Why? We don't have anything planned," I said, confused.
"We have this planned surprise birthday trip for you that you weren't supposed to know about," she spoke in one breath.
"A surprise trip? Where?" I asked.
"My family has been there before and we all had an amazing time, so we want to make more memories there with you. I'm not telling you where though, you have to wait." She said. I looked down, disappointed.
"But it's homecoming!" I said.
"Another time. There's more than one school dance, you only turn 16 once," she reminded me. I looked at Dylan.
"Can Dylan come?" I asked.
"Sarah, you don't have to-"
"No, but I want to," I said, stopping him from speaking.
"The tickets are really expensive, we can't really take more than 2 private jets anyway. There's not enough room for Dylan, I'm sorry."
"That's not fair," I sighed.
"I'm sorry, but we're leaving in 16 days. We're staying for 10 days. Your birthday is on the 6th day, so that's when we're doing something big," she said, excited.
"Okay," I said, trying to sound enthused. I wanted Dylan to come.

Kylie's POV

I didn't want to lie to Sarah, but I couldn't tell her that Dylan and Sandra were coming with us. I paid for everyone's tickets to Thailand. Dylan doesn't know yet and he probably won't know until the day we leave. Rob and Chyna aren't going, thankfully, so Dylan and Sandra are taking their seats on the jet. Everyone's coming. T, King, Stas, Jordyn, Dad, Mom, Kim, Kanye, and the kids, Kourt, Scott, and the kids, Khloé, Kenny, Sandra, and Dylan. I love family-vacays. On her actual birthday, everyone is dressing up and we're having our own homecoming dance.

"Dylan, your mom wants you home in 3 hours, before midnight," I warned.
"Okay, we might go to Caitlyn's. Kenny and Khlo are over there," Sarah said.
"Okay, just be careful when you're driving," I said.
"I promise, I drive like an old man anyway," Dylan said, grabbing his keys off Sarah's nightstand.

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