H.O.P.E {Completed}

Chapter 18: Talking buffaloes

Dylan's pov

It had been a while since Naomi left her room so I decided to go check up on her. I walked into the room and saw her sprawled out on my bed. I laid next to her once again and pulled her close to my chest. I held her tightly as she rested her head on my collar bone. I closed my eyes trying to savor this moment. She sniffed a little making me chuckled. She looked up at me with a bright smile.

"How are you feeling?" I asked pushing her beanie off her head. I knew she had shaved her head and I didn't mind it. It made her face more clear to see which I liked.

She hugged me tighter. "I'm happy with you."

Those words made my heart melt. How did I get so lucky?

I just smiled and pulled her in for a kiss.

MOO

Naomi's pov

We were at the bowling alley and it was Will's turn to bowl. We were all a bit dressed up, well more than usual at least. Will wore blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Mark looked the same as always with black jeans and a black hoodie. Dylan wore a white singlet top with black ripped jeans which he looked amazing in. Keith came in sweats while I wore shorts a singlet top and Dylan's jacket on top.

Will and I were in a team so we took turns to bowl. Will bowled and knocked down zero pins.

"You suck at this," I told him as he sat down.

"It's not like you're any better at it," he huffed.

"Actually I am," I said and this time he scoffed. "Admit it, you know I'm better than you."

"No you're not," he denied.

"I am."

"You're not."

"I am."

"You're not. "

"I am."

"She is, now break it up," Dylan said. He picked up a ball and bowled knocking over all the pins.

"See I am better," I said.

"Yeah, keep talking," he mumbled making me roll my eyes.

We were almost finished with bowling.

Dylan cleared his throat. "You guys wanna go to a karaoke bar after this?"

"No, I think I'm fine with bowling," I replied.

"You have no choice, we're going and you're singing," he replied grinning but I shook my head. "I'll sing with you."

"Okay," I replied convinced.

"Your turn," Will said. I got up grabbing a ball and then bowling it. I knocked over all the pins.

"I'm better," I said before Will could get a word out.

"Fine, you are," he said making me smile in victory.

MOO

We were at the Karaoke place Dylan and I were up next.

"Dylan and Naomi," the man on the stage said. Dylan and I got up walking toward the stage. The music started and I started to sing. We sang the song titanium by Asia.

"You shout it out, But I can't hear a word you say, I'm talking loud, not saying much," I sang as people cheered.

"I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet, You shoot me down, but I get up," Dylan sang making me look at him with wide eyes. This man really is perfect. I adored him so much.

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, Fire away, fire away, Ricochet, you take your aim, Fire away, fire away," we sang together.

We finished singing and made our way down the stage.

Will wiggled his eyebrows. "Dylan was making puppy dog eyes at you the whole time."

"I know," I said grinning. "What time is it?"

"Midnight," he replied. "We should go we have school tomorrow."

"I haven't been to school for a while," I said as Will nodded.

"Which is why we should go home," Will said getting up making everyone else get up. We all followed him to Dylan's car.

5 Minutes Later...

It's been five minutes since we've been in the car and for some reason, the guys are arguing over who is wearing better clothes. It was seriously getting on my nerves.

"But look at this top, it looks really good!" Dylan exclaimed.

"Uh yeah? Well look at this shirt, it looks way better!" Keith defended.

"These jeans are way better than all the clothes you guys are wearing!" Will said.

"Naomi who do you think is wearing-"

"All the clothes you guys are wearing are ugly and all you look like talking buffaloes!" I yelled cutting Mark off. "Thank you."

Dylan looked at me with wide eyes. "Marry me?"

I chuckled. "Of course."

"That girl has problems," Keith whispered to Mark.

"Yeah, but I'm the best looking one in this whole car," Mark said.

"Yeah right, I look like Shawn Mendes." Keith scoffed.

"Lies," I muttered. "All lies."

"I have the best personality," Will said.

"No, I do," Dylan said.

"Guys, stop fighting, y'all know I'm the best here," I said.

"Says the person with anger issues," Keith muttered.

"What was that Keith?" Will asked. "You're talking about my baby sister you know."

"I didn't say anything," Keith lied looking away making me smirk.

"But seriously, I am the best," I said.

"No, you're not," they all said in unison. "I am!"

"Stop denying it, you all have a horrible fashion sense, horrible personalities and look like literal shit," I told them.

Dylan frowned at me.

"I want a sloth," Mark blurted out of nowhere

"Yeah same, can we get one, Will?" I asked.

"I want one too but we can't," he said making Mark and I frown. "Talking about animals, I think we left Wasabi and the dog at home alone."

"Uh, shoot," Keith muttered slapping his forehead.

"Idiots," I snickered.