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After several moments of awkwardness we make our way towards the living room where our mothers are, by the look of it they seem to be chatting away as we sat across from them.
"You know guys its really nice that we're catching up again it seems like yesterday you were playing in our old backyard." Madeline gushes as she seems to replay some memories in his head. My mum nods as Dylan and I just give them confused faces.
"Oh don't tell me you don't remember each other, for goodness sakes you were like best friends!"
"You would practically beg us just to spent every moment of the day together from when you were 4 to 8." My mother Jenny gushes putting on a smile, but I could tell it was obvious fake.
"O-Oh." Dylan and I say.
"Oh the great memories I have of your childhood, I even remember when you use to dance in-front of our tv in your batman underwear" Madeline Dylan's mother giggles.
"Mum stop." Dylan says turning bright red, didn't know Dylan over here was a softy for his mum.
"You know why don't you kiddies go up to Dylan's room?" Madeline states ushering us up the long spiral stair case leaving us no room for arguments. Dylan hesitantly leads me to his room which was on the far left of the staircase, with a door that has a dark blue sign that prints DYLAN across it. I swear does this boy have his name on everything?
After we enter he automatically slams the door shut and turns to face me with anger boiling on his face. "What are you doing here." He sternly says.
"Thanks for the warm welcome," I sneer.
"Answer the fucking question."
"I was just going for a walk I guess." I shrug hoping he didn't see through my lie.
"Never struck of you as a liar," He rolls his eyes.
"Never pictured you as a mommies boy but I guess we're both wrong." I tease making his eyes harden.
"Don't ever mention that to anyone."
"Wasn't planning on it dickhead. Now why don't you show your childhood best friend to the bathroom." He glares at me one more time before leading me out and points me to the door on the left as I mutter a short thank you.
I enter the extremely large bathroom and immediately lock the doors incase someone comes barging in. As I pull out my phone I realized my hands have become extremely clammy from this stupid situation, and worst of all I don't know how to get out of it. Who should I call?
I turn on my phone and look to see I had over ten miss calls from Jay and nine from Sarah. SHIT. I guess that means Jay found out about my car.
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