younowers

002

"dylan, we're here!" my mom exclaimed.
my eyes widened. this was a nice house. (picture above is house)
i texted weston quickly.
me ; txt me ur address i'm in nc
wes10 ; (address)
"mom! i'm going to a friends!" i told her.
"okay! and you have friends already?" she asked surprised.
"yup. bye love you!" i responded and left before she could say anything.
i walked and walked until i found the house.
i facetimed zach.
"zach, i'm at weston's house right now, what do i do?" i asked.
"i don't know? how about opening the door?" he said causing my cheeks to redden in embarrassment.
"okay, go on mute." i told him and he did as i told him.
i stuck my phone in my pocket, but it would still let zach see, as i flipped the camera and made sure the camera was not covered.
i rang the door bell.
"hi. you're dylan, i suppose?" a girl, about as old as me, or a year older.
"kalynn! don't bug her!" i hear a familiar voice say.
"shut-" kalynn was cut off by weston pushing her out the way.
"DYLAN!" he exclaimed.
"WESTON!" i hugged him.
he hugged back. i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding in.
i then realized kaylnn had been recording, causing blush to creep up my neck.
"AW!" i heard zach's voice from my phone, causing me to go redder.
i had forgotten i was on facetime with him.
"was that zach?" weston asked, laughing.
"yeah." i laughed.
"ZACH I GOT IT ON VIDEO I'LL SEND IT TO YOU!" kalynn yelled to him then ran upstairs.
"okay, bye zachary, call you later!" i told him, before pressing the red buttom, which ended the call.
weston drags me in his house, and takes me upstairs into his room.
"ya wanna go live?" he asks.
"yeah, sure, younow is fun." i respond making him smile.
weston set up everything and went on younow, logging into his account, then clicking 'go live'
fans started rolling in right as he clicked it.
i read the comments.

IS THAT WESTONS GF

WESTON HAS A GF??

she ugly

I SHIP THEM

SHES SO PRETTY

ew

get away from my man

SHIP SHIP SHIP

WHATS YOUR NAME

WHATS HER NAME?

i laughed and ignored the hate.
"okay, i'm not his girlfriend, i'm just a friend, my name is dylan, and thank you for the compliments, also, hate all you want, because honestly, i don't give a fu-" i was cut off by weston's hand flying to my mouth.
"DON'T SAY BAD WORDS! LOOK AT ALL THE CHILDREN!" he said, pointing at the comments with another hand.
i removed his hand from my mouth and finished my sentence. "-ck."
weston's eyes widened.
"THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE SHUSH!" he exclaimed.
"weston you're so annoyinggggg," i told him, rolling my eyes.
"i'm a nice persON!" he yelled.
"give me a piggy-back ride." i said.
"why?" he asked.
"i just moVED FROM OREGON TO NORTH CAROLINA I'M TIRED!" i exclaimed.
"fine." he huffed, and went into a position where i could get on his back.
i grinned cheekily and climbed on his back, getting comfortable.
he scanned the comments, and so did i.

AW THEY'RE SO CUTE

GOALS

SHIP

#DESTON

MARIOS WATCHING

MARIOOOOO

HEY MARIHOE

"mario get in the guest cue!" i told him.
weston guested him.
soon, his face popped up.
"MARIHOE!" i yelled.
"DYL-PICKLE!" he yelled back.
i scowled "DONT CALL ME THAT!"
"TOO BAD!"
"YEAH ONLY I CALL HER THAT!" weston joined in.
"I DON'T CAR- AWWW!" mario exclaimed.
my face went red.
"AW DYLAN YOURE BLUSHING!"
"I HAVE AN IDEA!" i yelled, changing the subject.
"WHAT?" mario asked.
"YOU FACETIME ZACH, AND I'LL FACETIME HUNTER WHO WOULD HOPEFULLY BE WITH HIS BOTHERS!" i responded.
"THATS SO SMART LEMME CALL HIM RIGHT NOW!" he yelled.
"WHY ARE YOU GUYS YELLING!" weston yelled.
"i honestly don't know anymore." i giggled, getting my phone out to call hunter.
i clicked on the facetime button, and it said 'connecting' at the top right away.
his cheerful face was on my screen.
"hi hunterrrrr!" i exclaimed.
"hi dylannnnn!" he exclaimed.
for the rest of the day, we made musical.ly's, -well, attempted to- reacted to cringey videos, did challenges, and had much more fun.
honestly, being in north carolina is great. i love it so much already.
hopefully, i continue loving it, as it will be the place i live for a long time.