Chapter 4
*November 2014 in Ann Arbor, Michigan*
Olivia and I walked into the hockey house, Olivia running to the guys as I just laughed, following behind her.
"Hi," she squealed, jumping into Zach's arms. I couldn't help but smile at the two of them. Dylan walked over to me, a smug smile on his face as he handed me a cup with beer in it.
"You do know that everyone here knows about us, right?" He smirked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Liv doesn't," I giggled, taking a sip of my drink as Dylan laughed, shaking his head.
"Larkins," a voice boomed, someone, throwing their arms around Dylan and me.
"Hi Travis," I giggled, hugging him tightly. He let go of Dylan, hugging me close to him.
"How are you guys tonight? You guys enjoying my party?" He laughed, swaying me back and forth as he held me tight to him.
"Ryan doesn't want the world to know that we're dating," Dylan smirked as I gasped, shaking my head.
"We aren't dating! I said no labels," I giggled as Travis just looked down at me.
"You two have been exclusively seeing each other for 2 months now, that counts as dating," he smiled as I rolled my eyes, pushing Travis away from me.
"Fine," I sighed, chugging the rest of the beer then throwing my arms around Dylan. "Will you be my boyfriend?" I giggled, looking up at him.
"I hate you," he laughed, shaking his head before kissing the top of my head.
"WAIT, WHAT?!" Liv jumped, running over to us, Zach following close behind her. "You two?!" She gasped as I nodded, smiling brightly. "That's the guy?" She gasped as I laughed, nodding my head.
"This is my guy," I giggled, Dylan, rubbing my back as I hugged him tightly.
"I'm sorry, but this is too cute for my heart. I think I'm having a heart attack," she smiled, hugging Dylan and I. "This makes me so happy," she giggled, Dylan and I just laughing. "I'll let you two have your moment. I'll be over there just admiring," she squealed, jumping back and looking at Zach. "Did you know about that?!" She squealed, Zach laughing and nodding his head as he walked her back over to the kitchen.
"So I'm your guy, huh?" Dylan smirked, looking down at me.
"I guess you're my guy, Larkin," I giggled, looking up at him.
