The hall was just as loud as he expected it to be.

He had to stop back home for a change of cloths and was just glad hs neighbors had no business outside at that period. Now he was at the party and they all seemed like they were enjoying themselves, making him wonder how many people would last for the after-party.

He sighted Kira, Dory and Tristan, another committee, at a corner with a cup each in hand. Kira was the first to sight him as she gave him a slick look from all 90 degrees. 

"Heyyyy, if it isn't the hot chick across the street. Give me a little turn around!" she chuckled loudly through the noise. 

"Hey guys,"

No way he was doing the turn around. He had barely put in much thought into my cloths. Just a white denim, black hood 'cause he felt the cold slowly building up, black jeans and one of his best sneakers collection.

"Hey!" Dory leaned in despite her voice already being at its loudest, "Great job organizing. The Drama major would get so mad about this tomorrow!"

"But its not fully a success yet!" it became his turn his yell.

"Oh plllease, they barely went five minutes before their props started giving out!" Kira waved. "And their DJ was just a total nutjob, I mean who goes for a Billie right after Jackson?!"

"Hey, Billie's a classic!" Tristan shrugged.

"Totally, and so is Jackson!" she agreed and frowned. "But then again, Jackson?!"

They all laughed.

"Hey, I know you just came but I think someone's been aching to see you around!" Dory sighed.

"Huh?!"

She gave a nudge to look behind him and when he did, his dead eyes took over at the sight of Casper heading in their direction with two cups in hand. He had on the new varsity jacket, a white top and jeans, he seemed to have put in a lot of thought into his hair 'cause now for some reason, Dylan could find himself being drawn in.

"Hey!" he spoke as soon as he got close enough, then he stuck out a cup. "I see your hands empty, so I grabbed you a drink."

"I don't like alcohol so if it's not juice then I'm out!"

They all watched him stare inside the cup for a moment, then his face came back up in a light flush as he chuckled. "You're right, who needs a drink anyway?"

He dropped the cups and heaved out a sigh, his eyes finally taking note of the others. "So you guys having a great time?"

"A blast." Dory said.

"Splendid night." Tristan nodded.

"Just be straightforward." Kira shrugged and Dory gave her a light nudge.

Dylan didn't understand what that last one was all about, and he also didn't notice the nervous wreck who got the message beside him.

Casper suddenly turned to him, "Dylan, why don't we grab something to eat over there? I saw some really tasty looking treats."

Food? Now that sounded like a great idea... hold on just a second!

His whole system paused as his eyes picked up on somethng on the other far end of the hall. He must be mistaken, the people passing by everynow and then must have made his vision build up a different image. 

"Dylan?"  

"Shhh," he hushed Casper while his eyes remained glued to the price.

Brown hair, that build, that height... no way.

"No way," he muttered as the person slowly spun around, the moment he turned around from the group that had his attention a minute ago, their eyes and Dylan almost lost his shit. 

His eyes widened as he took note of his hot crush giving him the classic head tilt that said *Hey, I recognize yo- oh!*. In a snap, he pulled Casper to his front and froze up with his eyes chest level. 

"W-what, what's wrong?"

Dylan's eyes went up to meet Casper's but all he could say was, "Hold still."

After a quick coundown of 3, his head slowly leaned to the side and when he had one eye out to take a peek, another face peeked down from behind and flashed him a smile.

"I was right."

"AH!" he jumped, his heart beating hard in his chest for various reasons.

All attention got turned to the new person who joined them, and as he stepped out of Casper's shadow to bring his full body in, Dylan saw himself falling for him even more.

"Hey neighbor." his smile perfect.

The next music that came after toned down a lot, making their voices a lot more audible without having to scream out their throats.

Dyaln blinked "H-hey."

"I saw you from over there and thought you looked familiar, but when you hid I was sure it was you."

"Hide? Why would I hide?" he chuckled nervously.

"Exactly what I'd like to ask." 

Dylan didn't have anymore to say, he'd been caught. Watching his hot crush look over at his friends, he quietly drowned himself in the lovely smell of his cologne.

He smelt so good.

"Hey guys, sorry, didn't mean to intrude."

"Oh, it's totally fine," Dory waved off. "We're more concerned about why Dylan hasn't introduced us to such a hot snack like you."

Dylan's rader shot up in guard. 

"Dylan?" his crush turned back to him with an amused smile and Dylan felt his heart skip a beat. "Well, Dylan, couldn't have done that because he doesn't even know my name. I just moved in with my family today and we only saw in passing."

"Ohh, now we get it." Kira squinted a smile in Dylan's direction. 

"How's your head by the way? That seemed like it hurt." he turned his way.

Shit, he saw that.

"Oh, it's fine now." he shook it off despite the slight throb he could still feel.

"But, aren't you stressed out from moving and all, how are you able to be here?" Dory laughed lightly.

"Please, I'll pick a good college party over any stress." his crush rolled his eyes and they all agreed.

"I'm with you on that one." Tristan nodded.

He turned back to Dylan to stretch out his hand. "I'm Theodore, you can just call me Theo."

Theodore.

"Oh, I'm- you already know mine." Dylan took his hand and as he watched his hand disappear into the big firm veiny hold of Theodore, it only took a second for him to have dirty thoughts that dried up his throat.

He swallowed hard.

"Well," he turned to the others, his hold still on Dylan. "Don't let me interrupt you any further, I shall leave you to the night."

"You can hang with us a little longer."

"I'll take you up on that next time." he looked like he meant it. Then he turned back to Dylan and gave him the softest smile he'd seen all night. "I'll see you around, Dylan."

All he could do was nod dazedly and watch Theodore head back to the group he had previously left. This is crazy, he thought.

He was in love. 

"Cool guy." Dory noted.

"Smooth talker," Kira chipped in.

"Definitely a ladies man." Tristan concluded.

"I don't know, he irks me out." Casper frowned and every eyes turned to him. Dylan included. "What? I thought you were all giving opinions?"

Dylan rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"You can't trust guys like that, I bet he's the type who hits on five girls at a time." Casper squinted.

"I don't think you need to bet on that." Kira held her stare far away from them. "Well, at the very least he doesn't look single."

"Huh?"

All eyes followed her gaze and Dylan felt his heart sink as he saw his love come to an end before it even started. Cuddled in his arms, with his hold around her waist and his lips on hers, he held her like she was the most precious gift he ever had he buried her in a deep kiss.

"I was right." Casper scoffed. "Wait, isn't that Melody?"

"Damnn, he knows what's good." Tristan nodded. 

Dylan turned away and he wet his lower lip, feeling his mood take a drain. 

"You good?" Kira's question caught him out of the blue.

"What? Yeah, 'course I am," he shrugged, trying to play it off. But he could barely keep his eyes settled on one thing.

It hit him...like real hard.

"I need a drink." he made his way off before anyone could pick up on his messed up mood. Catching on to Casper's call from behind, he threw back audibly. "Don't follow me, Casper."

Why didn't he think about that? That the man of his dreams could be straight. He simply ticked him as a catch immediately he saw him and assumed it would somehow work out.

How could he loose him already?!

"Haaa," he let out a huge sigh. Then decisively, he stared at the collection of shots, grabbed a bigger glass and became the latest bartender.   

Now the secret about the shot table was the fact that each cup held a shot mix, and each glass had a mix of three different drinks. Dylan clearly knew this, yet went ahead to pour six random cups into his big glass, adding even more till it was filled to his satisfaction.

Like they say, alcohol's the best remedy for any pain. Even a heartbreak is nothing next to it. so he was going to drink up his sorrows in one go and hopefully things can't get any more worse than it already has.

"I hate you, Melody."

In one gulp, he chugged the whole thing. 

But what Dylan wasn't aware of was another saying that went thus, a sip of alcohol below your threshold is soft, between your threshold is calming, on your threshold is a warning. Then what comes after your going way above your threshold?

It's quite simple. 

A messed up life.

The world was spinning, the loud music and changing lights blinded him, but all he could focus on was how happy he was.

Whelp!

That only lasting for as long as he could remember. He kept getting blank visions and knew he had to get himself together. One minute he was on the dance floor, the second he was on a table doing who knows what, another, he was laughing out his guts while hearing the pain in his friends voices.

Out of all these blanks, there was one more he had, and that was when he found himself in a corridor he could barely recognize. He could hear the very faint sound of music seeping in, but the quiet that wasn't the loud music trying to burst through his head, and the stable warm light that wasn't the changing one that messed with his sight, made him get a little hold of himself.

The corridor was different from the dance floor.

Yes, it was quiet with a breath of fresh air, but the difference was how every corner of the corridor held a pair of drunk and horny college kids, glued to themselves as they made-out or had already gone beyond that.

"Ugh!" he frowned. "Get a woom, would you?"

Stumbling off the wall that held him up, he glanced around in an attempt to find his way back.

"Where is evewyone?"

The minute he took a step forward, the drunk figure lying next to him and struggling to get up caught his attention.

"Huh?" he blinked, the curly brown haired catching his eyes.

"Hey, your haiw'z brown, juzt how I like it." He chuckled and barely took a straight step as he went down to help the stranger sit up. "Hey, awe you dwunk? You can bawely zit up, how could you dwink zo much, you're a mezz. I get it's a pawty but you need to have some zelf-wezpect... or is it zelf-contwol?"

He gave it a serious thought drowsily and gave a nod, he was right. Self-control.

"Don't wowwy, I've got you. You zhould be thankful that you look juzt like my type, I would've dumped you off alone with theze howndogz who still can't get a woom. GET A WOOM!" he yelled to the side and groaned in distaste.

Grabbing the stranger's hand and crossing it over his neck, the plan was to help him up, and walk straight out of the corridor. However, they didn't make it off the floor as they slumped back down the moment they moved.

Dylan groaned tiredly, that fall made him dizzy and the way he felt his head rested on something soft yet firm made him relax a little too fast.

"Hey."

"Uh? Uh, what?" He jumped in a scare, he'd almost fallen asleep. His head went up to see he was being stared at with eyes that could barely stay open. For a moment, neither of them said a word, then the guy broke the silence.

"What are you..."

"Hey, youw chezt is zo built, do you wowkout?" Dylan cuts him off, easy distraction being his best friend when he's drunk. With his hands unconsciously kneading a strangers chest yet liking the feel of it, he awaited a response.

"I mean," the stranger blinked, then a smile took up his lips. "I mean, I do workout."

They both chuckled, then they fell silent again.

"Don't tell anyone, but I'm gay." Dylan spoke first, his voice softening. "And I found thiz guy who'z my type move in next door, he's pewfect. But he'z, ztraight and haz a giwlfriend."

"Oh," the guy's look also softened, like he could understand his pain. "Sorry about that."

"Hm," Dylan blinked, finding a part of him lighten up. "Thankz."

It was strange, he was kneeling on the floor between a strangers laps, letting out things he hadn't told anyone else but himself while still fondling his chests. And he didn't feel the least bit disturbed.

Was this still the alcohol talking?

His eyes went down to the strangers chest where he still had his hands and he found the inside of his mouth water up. The stranger's chest couldn't look any more like a snack with it's shape giving orders to his shirt. Slowly, his eyes trailed up his chest, his neck looked like something he would love to bite into.

His lips, oh man, how much he would love those lips to take him and never let him...

"Hey, wanna kizz?"

The quiet words left his mouth before he could try to think it through, raising his gaze at the same time, and shocked to see the stranger also staring at his lips before their eyes met.

He still awaited a response.

"Y-yeah, I want to."

Not expecting his response yet elated by it, his hands slowly fell off his chest while their faces inched closer. Their breaths clashed and there was a moment of hesitation between them, but when their lips touched and he felt the warmth, Dylan couldn't believe the soft kiss was enough to set him ablaze from inside.

It was his first kiss.

And he would say it wasn't that bad, though not up to what he expected it be. He felt their lips seperate through his thought, but what he wasn't expecting was the next thing that happened.

The stranger's hand came up to his cheeks, and before he could tell what was happening, he was pulled back in and a shock coursed through him at the second kiss that was nothing like the first. He swallowed him up in a gentle yet hungry manner, wrapped his arms around his waist, and his strong hold that effortlessy pulled Dylan in made his body shudder in excitement.

Dylan found himself relish the quiet sounds that came from their lips touching, his strong firm hold still on his waist, and the sweet smell of his cologne that felt awfully familiar messed with his senses.

The stranger broke the kiss with a gasp and when Dylan's eyes slowly came open to meet his, he felt his heart melt up at the hot gaze and voice that came after.

"Breath."

The heat in his head doubled so he let himself take in a deep exhale that made him realize he'd been holding his breath. How do people kiss and breath at the same time?

"Is this your first time kissing?" the guy chuckled and Dylan swallowed, his silent prayers being that the hot snack beneath him couldn't see how hot he was from embarrassment. The guy grazed his fingers over Dylan lips, then he slowly leaned back in while saying. "It's okay to breath from your nose."

His droopy eyes stared into the sexy almond shaped that questioned his whole being. As if testing his patience, the stranger slowly bit down on his lower lip and when he had an opening, he took Dylan's lips back in. Sliding his tongue in this time.

"Hmm." Dylan went weak.

His tongue tasted like alcohol and something sweet, intoxicating him from all his corners and barely giving him enough room to think. Dylan's arms found their way around the hot kisser's neck and his hip shifted forward hungrily for more of his heat. But then he flinched in an instance as he felt something hard below him.

He thought it was his imagination, until he grazed against it again and heard a low groan that didn't come from him.

"W-wait," he pulled away with heavy breaths, his eyes peeking down between them only to realize he was right. "You're... mmh!"

He was pulled back in and shut with a kiss that didn't take him more than a second to get caught back in. His hips got pulled closer again till their bodies crashed and his muffled moan followed after.

The hard feel rubbing against him below didn't turn him off, but did the opposite. He felt his hunger and curiosity grow, he wanted more, wanted to be touched more, and most importantly, wanted to know if the bulge beneath the stranger's pants had enough potential as he could feel.

"Hm, h-hey," it took him all he had to pull away, and then breathed a whisper, "Let's get off the floor."

~~*~~

The next morning.

Ring!!! Ring!!! RINGGGGG!!!

"Ugh!" Dylan groaned tiredly, his hand gropping around for his annoying ringtone that was once his best. "Ugh! Shut up!"

He finally touched his phone and pulled it off the deskdrawer, then his drowsy eyes tried to pick out the name but with his sight failing him, he swiped and picked.

"Hello?" He frowned, surprisingly at his cracked voice. Why does he sound so hoarse?

Click!

He blinked at the abrupt cut of the call. his eyes that had slowly adjusted to the morning light went back to his phone and he sighed out at the sight of an unfamiliar number.

"UGH. Who the hell was that?"

He groaned, more angry at the fact that he had drowsily picked up an unknown number even when it was against his principles. Slumping his hand back on the bed, he desperately prayed he coud find his groove back and get some more peaceful sleep in.

But not even a minute had passed when a knock fell on his room door.

Ignore it, ignore it, just ignore it, Dylan.

His door flew open and the familiar misty scent that rushed in told him to give up on ever finding his groove.

"Ugh! How many times have we told this idiot not to drink?" Belle's voice came first.

"Belle?" his mom chipped in.

"It's true though," she defended.

"Haa, atleast he always finds his way back home everytime... even if he's only halfawake."

"Should we just let him sleep in some more?"

"Hey!" Belle yelled, "When the hell do you plan on getting your lazy ass up?! I know you can here me, get up!"

How could he pretend to be asleep after hearing all that.

"Ugh, why are you guys up so early?" he dragged.

"Early my foot, it's past noon dumbass. It's 5pm, you literally slept the whole day off."

It took a minute for Dylan to follow, rolling around in bed, his sleepy eyes widened as he saw the sunset welcome the night through his window.

"Damn, was I knocked out that bad?" he mumbled to himself, then turned back to the door, realizing the real thing that had him curious. "Why are you all getting dressed up?"

"About time you noticed."

"Dylan," his mom stepped in, knowing Bree's words weren't going to get any nicer. "The new neighbors are having a housewarming dinner and we were invited over. So we're going."

"We thought you would also like to come with us, but you sound like you'll pass so we'll just go ahead without..."

"Yeah, you all go ahead. My head's spinning."

He grumbled and shut his eyes back. Why would he want to go over there when his crush who broke his heart before he even got a chance, lives there?

The disappearing footsteps of his family made him relax, he needed some more shut eye. But maybe a quick visit to the restroom first.

With that in mind, he exhaled and sat up in one go... which became the worst mistake he'd ever made.

The sharp pain from behind sent a shock through his whole system and he choked.

"...ARGHHH!"

He stayed frozen in place.

"Dylan, You okay?!" his mom's loud voice came from below.

They'd left his door open.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

The hell? Why did his back hurt so much? And not just his back, other places that weren't supposed to be hurting did so much that sitting up suddenly felt like a big chore.

"What the hell did I do to myself last night?" his eyes agape in wonder.

He searched through his brain for anything but sadly, all he had seemed to have gone with his drunken state. His head hurt from thinking too much, and while he pressed the bridge of his nose for comfort while still holding on to his dear back, he still had to head to the restroom.

With the little strength he had left, he dragged his aching parts and limped his way to shut his door before heading to the bathroom. As soon as he pushed the door open, he felt something pour down his legs and he frowned.

What now? Did he wet himself?

He went faster to the toilet for his business and then realized, that hadn't come from the front but behind. Confusedly, his hand grazed between his thighs and he fell more into confusion as he observed what had stained his hands.

Something all too familiar, it wasn't his first time seeing it because he had produced that himself. But now the question was,

"Why is it coming out of there?" he peered down at himself to see he wasn't mistaken.

His current position made him wince in pain from his back ache, then he could slowly point out the places that held pain.

"What's going on? I've never had so many questions after one drunk night." he grumbled to no one in particular as he stood thoughtfully. Trying his hardest to remember anything at all from the previous occasion.

He was a virgin, but he wasn't that clueless about the wild life. Videos are there for a reason, and he'd seen and heard of some aftereffect of sleeping with someone.

But his chuckle evaded the thought at once.

"Come on, Dylan, like that's an option. You're smarter than that." he chuckled again and let out a sigh of defeat. He was with the others, so they should know what went down.

With that, he moved on to tear a stack of toilet roll, wiped himself off without much thought. His clothes smelt like alcohol and threw him off, so he took it all off. He might as well just take a bath while he was at it, he thought and made his way to the sink. He turned the tap on, threw his hand under the running water, and then made the choice of looking in the wall mirror.

Frozen.

That's how he was for a whole minute, the word *save the ocean* was no longer a business of his as the water gushed down his hands stuck in place.

"...ha."

A sharp exhale escaped his lips, his widen eyes forgetting how to blink.

Bite marks, bite marks, hickeys, and more bite marks, scattered all over his body down to his legs. His wet hand slowly went up to touch his neck. Don't freak out Dylan, it's probably just a lipstick stain, he calmed himself. But the moment his fingers brushed against the bite mark that didn't clean up, instead stung him. His lids finally moved and his mouth spread open.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!"

It's real! it's freaking real! It dawned on him the more he rubbed at his skin.

"Oh my god," he stumbled back, cupping his forehead as he felt a strong headache hit him at once.

"Dylan!" his mom's voice came into his room. She sounded close now, "What is wrong with you today? Are you okay?"

"Ah! I'm losing it! I'm losing it! I'm really losing it!" he strides in an attempt to head out but then remembered he was stark naked. "No, no no no...it's gone!"

"What?!"

"It's gone, it's gone, mom!" he panicked.

"What are you saying? What's gone?!"

His virginity! His sanctuary which he'd kept so much self pride in... it was gone. And he didn't know who took it!

He rushed back to the mirror, and the blushing nightmare was still in place. His head fell back in dismay. "Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Dylan?!"

"Who's that bastard?" he glared up into space. "I'm going to shave off all his hair when I get him, that crazy..."

"Dylan! Language!"

"Mom! Mom, mom" he shot up, the next step to take rushing in. "help me get my phone."

"It's on my bed, quick." he rushed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" his mom asked while she went ahead to get his phone.

He held the door shut to a minimal where only his phone could pass through.

"Yes, yes I'm fine, mom. I just remembered I lost something really important and I need to find out who took it."

No way he was going to tell her about it or even let her see the marks on him. He still hasn't come out to them, so how on earth could he tell her the truth.

"Okay, if you say so," she sounded confused while handing him the phone. As soon as he had it in his hand, he shut the door close and waited for her to step out. "try to keep it down though, we don't want any complains coming in."

"Y-yeah, sorry mom. And could you shut the door behind you? I don't have my cloths on."

"Got it."

He waited till he heard the door shut, then he peeked out the bathroom door to be sure his mom. had truly left. After confirming, he slapped in Kira's number on his screen and it only took a ring to get her to pick up.

"K-"

"Hey!" her jolly voice cuts him off. "Jackson the second! You're up? How's your head?"

He blinked, completely lost. "What would be wrong with my head? And who's jackson the second?"

"What? You don't remember? I knew it, remind me to never let your ass get anywhere near alcohol again." she chuckled.

"Look, Kira," he snapped, his head already full as it was. "There's a bigger issue than that. Last night, did I step out alone anytime at the party, and who did I meet up with?"

"What?" she went quiet for a minute, "Dude, it was so hard to keep watch over you last night. You were like a walking tornado. You literally met and talked to every living soul around for the party. Oh, wait, we did lose you one time."

"What?" his heart sank.

"That was towards the end though, and Theodore went after you."

Dylan blinked.

"...T-Theodore? As in Theodore, my neighbor Theodore?" his eyes widened.

"Yeah, why? Did something happen?"

He went quiet for a minute, "No, no it's fine. Thanks."

He cuts off the call before she could mention another thing, then he took in a deep breath and stared into space as his emotionss got all mixed up inside. Theodore went after him.

Theo went after him.

Why though? If that's true then...

"My god," he softly cupped his mouth. He give it a deep thought, "Did I sleep with Theo...? But he has a girlfriend... Or does he swing both ways?" He mumbled his thoughts to himself, analysing every posibility he could come up with. "This is crazy. Absolutely crazy."

He sighed tiredly, brushing his hair back in dismay.

What he found more crazy was how he couldn't deny how he felt at the moment, he'd been so distressed when he found the bite marks, but now that the possible cause of those marks and the loss of his first time could be Theodore... his agitation and anger from a minute ago almost felt like it wasn't there in the first place.

"I mean, if Theo really is my first... I guess I can overlook it."

His eyes met the mirror and he couldn't believe he had a little smile on his lips.

"You freaki-" he frowned and quietly groaned through his gritted teeth. "UGH! Dylan, you're so stupid! You freaking IDIOT, ugh!"

Unbelievable, what the heck was he just thinking?

With his attitude, how sure was he that he hadn't been the one to jump Theodore?

"Hold on," his head shot up at the possible act and he cupped a gasp. "Oh my god, ohmygod I might've done that. My stupid ass could've done that, Oh no, oh no no. I must be crazy."

He slumped down in a squat while regretting his life decisions and aching pain that didn't seem like it would leave any time soon. How was he supposed to face him now?

For a moment, the room remained silent. Then his head came up with a sigh, there was only one way to stop the ache in his head and sort himself out.

"I have to meet Theo and ask him myself." He got up with a determined look, then his eyes met the reflection of his body's state and his face flushed up. "Seriously though, did he have to bite so much?"

He walked away and hurried to meet up the dinner as his only chance.

It took him a while to clean up and get dressed, it was all still strange to him but the reccuring ache from every of his movement made told him it was all real. What would he do if Theo does confess to being the one who he had slept with? It probably wouldn't work out. He might get a *Hey, I'm sorry, it was a drunken mistake. I still love my girlfriend so if we can just pretend this never happened?*

That would hurt.

Or he could get a *Hey, I loved what we had last night, what do you think we keep this up. My girlfriend doesn't have to know."

Dick move, he wasn't down for that.

So many scenarios played up in his head, and it didn't take him long to find himself outside, waiting on their front porch, dressed in a gray turtleneck, a loose hoodie and black pants. He straightened his bangs and shifted nervously while quietly clearing out his throat.

Here goes nothing.

He pressed the doorbell and waited patiently, someone's approaching footstep made his heart beat, then the door fell open and he almost let out a sigh of relief. The beautiful curly brown haired woman met his eyes with her beautiful brown, and in less that than five seconds of trying to recognize him, a big smile curled up her lips.

"Dylan?!"

She knew his name?

"That's me," he gave her a composed smile. "Good evening, I hope I'm not too late?"

"Of course not! I'm so glad you could make it, come on in." she gestured in and he took the invite. "The boys were so sad to hear you couldn't make it, they'll be so happy to see you."

The boys? he questioned as he took off his shoes.

It didn't take him long to understand what she meant, the moment he stepped into the sitting room, except his family already sitted at the table with Theodore's dad, at the corner stood three others who seemed busy.

"Dylan made it!"

The announcement called the attention of the three, and Dylan stopped in his track as they all turned in his direction at once. Three honey brown eyes met his and he suddenly forgot how to breath.