Dylan's POV
I couldn't really tolerate my mom anymore. I didn't want to feel like I was unwanted. I tried to make up excuses for my mom in my head, but it just wouldn't work. I felt guilty, but it wasn't even my fault.
Vins mom invited me over to stay, which was totally unexpected. I liked the offer, because they literally are my second family.
We pulled in my driveway.
I walked up to my porch. I could have sworn I had my keys in my pocket. I walked back to my car.
"Vintage, do you know where my keys are?"
"They are still in the ignition." She said sarcastically.
Of course..
I got my keys. I unlocked the door, and went for my clothes.
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He Found Her.
Teen FictionVintage. Female, high school student. She isn't very social in school; or even at home with her own mother at times. Depression visits her every now and then, considering the loss of her father and her move to a different place that she knows liter...
