Yes. 2 - growing up.

Chapter 2.

"Dylan!"

"Jc!" I run up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck while his wrap around my waist. He lifts me in the air and spins around. I laugh at his cliché greeting but it feels nice. It's good to see my best friend again. We pull away after he puts me down and my attention diverts to Connor. "Con!" I scream.

I wrap my arms around his neck too, but he just responds with a breath taking hug. Literally. He sucked the air out of me. He let go and his smile was so wide and genuine. "Dylanator." He teased.

"Let's get your bags in the trunk then we can head back to my house? My mom made cookies for you guys!" Jc's face lit up the instant I said cookies. He loves my aunts cookies, well anything she bakes, he loves. I remember last time he visited, he ate the whole batch by himself and when ever I tried eating some, he would slap my hand away.

"Dylan, you've grown! And I'm going to be honest and I'm not breaking the law because you're already eighteen when I say, you look hot." Connor compliments me, making me blush. Last time he saw me, was a New Years party two years ago. Sure, he's seen me in pictures but I look shorter than I really am in photos.

I missed Connor, really. I've only kept contact with Jc, Jenn, Andrea, and Ricky. And Connor and Kian popped up only a couple times once in a while. And again, Sam and Trevor, I lost full contact with. I mean, we're only a DM away but we are on no speaking terms.

We get into the car that I remembered to turn on ten minutes earlier and I hear Connor thank me a thousand times. Me and him have something in common: we hate anything to do with cold weather. Except for hot drinks. But Jc? Jc is something fucking special. He loves the snow, he loves the cold weather. He thinks it's beautiful. While I find it repulsive.

 We drive down the highway, scream/singing along to multiple songs. These guys really haven't changed. I smile as I shake my head a bit, trying not to loose my ability to see and swerve - which has happened before. I want to call Alice so bad but, again, I'm driving.

"Hey guys, so guess who we're with?" Jc points his vlog camera towards me, making me laugh. "It's little Dylan!"

"Little? She's a woman now!" Connor yells.

"Can we not discuss my appearance and how I finally went through puberty?" I laugh. Jc turns the camera back to him, telling a story about an old lady that recognized him because her granddaughter watched his videos.

"I ended up taking pictures with the lady and signing a piece of paper from her notebook." He laughs. I love how much he appreciates his fans, and the fans families. Last time he visited, we came up with the idea of having a meet and greet. Of course, everyone in town knew me but there was obviously some little girls that said they wanted to be like me when they grew up.

Jc being Jc, he got the whole town to say hi, fangirl over him, and meet my best friend. Kids from my school even came. They acknowledged me as I was singing shoes and body parts of fans that lived from a different part of Minnesota that came to the meet and greet. But the whole town's attention was on him.

Minnesota hasn't seen a popular YouTuber since Connor left and they were all intrigued to find out that Jc Caylen was coming. That was the best summer ever. We even road tripped to Massachusetts to head down to Boston and Cape Cod. And for the beach, obviously. We had some meet and greets there as well and the turn out was amazing!

This is one thing I hate that I do. I always look back to reminisce and think about the past. If I think about one thing, I think about everything. That's how my brain works. I curse under my breath when I almost miss the exit. I drive into my town and start to make my way to the street my house is on. I park into the drive and I can already see my aunt taking out the cookies from the oven.