Someone's Hero (Lauren/You/Camila)

Chapter 9

Y/N POV:

I arrive back at Dylan's house and pulling into the drive way. I see both garage Doors open and his jeep is parked omg the drive way, so I pull into left side where I normally keep my bike. Shutting off the engine and pulling my key from the ignition, I dismount my bike and pull off my helmet in one swift motion. Soon making my way inside hurriedly, still furious from my little meeting with Danielle. I enter the house through the door in the garage calling out, "Yo D! I'm back, where you at?"

"In my room" I hear him say from upstairs.

I sprint up the stair to his room to find him rummaging through is closet. He's bent over throwing clothes every where. Trying to hold back my laughter as I hear him mumbling to himself, but audibly enough for me to make out what he is saying. "Ugh!" He sighs in frustration. "What am I going to wear. I have nothing." He exhales as he stands upright and scratches his head. He them plunges back into his closet, "where did you go, I know you're in here." I hear.

At this point I can't contain my laughter. "Nice ass Sprayberry! Find what you're looking for?" I say in a fit of laughter.

He shakes his ass, and turns to look at me. " yeah, it is pretty nice isn't it." He retorts and let's out a laugh himself. I roll my eyes as he stands up to face me. "No, I can't find my black jeans, you know the ones." He says scratching his head looking at all the clothes he has flung across his room.

I think for a moment, and it comes to me. "Yeah, I think I know where they are." I turn around and head down the hall and open the door to the laundry room. I walk over to the basket that has the clothes in it that I washed last time I was here. Looking through them I spot the jeans he trashed his room looking for. Now having the desired pants in hand I walk back over to his room, I see him sitting on his bed expectantly. I toss him the pants and his eyes light up.

"Thanks! What would I do with out you?" He asks rhetorically.

"Well, for starters I'm pretty sure you would have never found those." I say pointing at the pants and laughing.

"Yeah, yeah. I would've found them eventually." He says giving me an eye roll.

"Then again, with out me you wouldn't be looking for them anyway, cus we wouldn't be going anywhere." I say tapping my pointer finger to my chin.

"Okay, okay I get it." He says with a giggle and a crooked smile. "Thanks, for washing these by the way." He says holding up the pants and shaking them. " I'm going to take a shower than we can go whenever you want." He walks over to his dresser to toss me his key to the liquor cabinet, then heads into his bathroom to get ready.

I yell a quick thanks before running down the stairs and into the basement. I walk over to the mini bar and go around the counter stopping in front of the well known locked door. I put the key in to the lock and twist it pulling the door open slowly. Remembering the last time it was open we nearly cleaned it out. Scanning the labels on the bottles I decided to go with the kettle one vodka and the fireball. Only because those are the ones that had multiple bottles in stock.

Now returning to the main level of the house I went to the coat closet by the garage door and found a drawstring bag to put the bottles in. Then setting it on the little table next to the door. I went into the living room to play some call of duty while waiting for Dylan to finish getting ready.

I'm in the near the end of my first game and my phone vibrates in my pocket alerting me I have a message. As soon as the match ends I pull my phone out to check it. It's a message from Lauren.