Jackson: Heyyy Dyl
Dylan: awww cute nickname for me
Jackson: so wyd?
Dylan: I'm just about to head off to a party it's nothing big really. You?
Shit shit shit is he going to the same party as me?
Jackson oh! I'm going to a party too!
Dylan: aha that's funny!
Jackson: yea probably not the same one tho
Dylan: well I'm here now so speak to you later
He made me so happy but I'm not ready to meet him. Like damn we're only friends over messages! I'm begging for him not to be at this party but part of me does... I've had nothing good happen to me since me and Aaron (ew) broke up with me. I don't know what to do!!
I was sat in my truck outside my apartment deciding on wether to set off or not.
Do you know what?
Fuck it!
I'm going!
I insert the key Into the engine and set off..
I mean it's not like he's definitely going to the same party as me!
After a short 10 minute drive I arrive at the house, I look at the doors and see people dancing with alcohol in their hands. Great... I'm not a drinker so I'll just avoid those people!
Finally I decide to leave my car. I walk towards the door trying my best not to bump into the crazy drunk people and make my way to the living room. I know my way around this house because they've hosted several parties.
I sit myself on the sofa closest to the corner and go onto my phone scrolling through my Instagram feed. I stop when I see a selfie of Dylan and a few other people in what looks to be the kitchen in this house.
I read the caption
"Party time!!!"
Oh god oh god oh god oh god...
I look up towards the kitchen and there he is
The man. The myth. Dylan geick....
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