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I put my waterproof makeup on, because dang crying ruins makeup, and waited, holding the ring tightly, crying. There was a loud car horn honk and I wiped my eyes, running out the door. I jumped into the Jeep and we drove off.

"So what's the problem, Alyss?" Dylan asked me. He was 21, so he had a car. 

"Remember when I just got back from Berkshire?" I asked. He had stayed with me for a few months after I got back, and he had flown from London, just to help my depression.

"Yeah, you were sad because you had to leave your boyfriend and best friend, right?" He asked. I nodded.

"Well I got back together with Harvey, and we were happy, but this morning, he came to wake me up, and  I was still delirious, and I said 'Dylan, you know I hate that.', since he hit me with a pillow, like you used to, and now he thinks I'm cheating on him." I wept.

"Ok?" He shrugged.

"Then he broke up with me..." I explained.

"That son of a bitch did what?!" He yelled. I nodded. "Well we are gonna go to the park!" He assured me. 

He had told me about the park before. It wasn't the ordinary park that you would go to and relax. This park, you go and jump your car off of a terrain ramp and race. Dylan was a professional car racer. We drove to the park and we took Dylan's stunt car out of a shed. We started to drive the car through the track. I screamed the entire time, not letting go of Dylan. I ended up forgetting about the brake up. We finally stopped and got lunch. I ordered a chicken burger and Dylan got a burrito. I got out my phone. It was time to announce it.

"Hey guys... So something happened today." I started. "Harvey broke up with me. He thinks I'm cheating on him but I'm not I swear to god. I said 'Dylan stop you know I hate that.' when he smashed a pillow onto my face this morning. But in reality, I'm with Dylan right now, and Dylan, state your status to me." I explained.

"I'm her cousin." He said, mouth still full of food.

"So I'm not cheating on Harvey, so everything he says is false, remember that. The reason I said what I said was because after our first break up, Dylan  came all the way from London to help me get over my depression. And every morning, he would hit my face with a pillow to wake me up. So yeah... And Harvey, if you see this, I don't care." I added before ending the video and posting it onto Instagram. 

Almost immediately, comments started flooding, tagging Max and Harvey. I put my phone away and we drove home. He dropped me off and I head in, without him, since he had to leave. I plopped onto my bed and watched YouTube.

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