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Dylan Taylor

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a character in “City Living”, as played by Thunder

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Full Name:
Dylan James Taylor

Nickname:
N/A

Age:
17

DOB:
December 1st

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

ImagePersonality:
At least among his teenage peers, Dylan is that kind of kid who seems like he has everything in his life together, and that he's the total package. He's athletic, girls flock to him, he has lots of friends, and school has always been a breeze for him. Especially given the tension that existed, at least for a while, between his mother, father, and his brother, Dylan's familial relationships have always been good too. He comes across as being a pretty average teenager. He's social, popular, active, intelligent, and charming. He never encountered any major bumps in the road that forced him to develop strength or wisdom, and so he's always been happy gliding through life and taking things as they come to him. Because of how easy things have been for him, he definitely has a tendency to come across as being cocky and condescending from time to time. To an extent, that's there because he hasn't had any major reality checks that have allowed him to see that he's just been blessed with some good traits. Additionally, though, once he entered high school, he started associating with a different crowd. He went from attending a typical public high school in the suburbs, to a pretentious private school in Manhattan. He was smart enough to know that if he wanted to survive, he had to be confident. He didn't have the money that any of the other kids had, and he figured that that would automatically put him at a social disadvantage in their eyes, so he adapted a personality where he simply decided to act like he was the best, and demand respect from them, in a sense. It worked, and has almost fused into who he is today, as he no longer acts that way as just an act.

Aside from having a tendency of coming across as being full of himself, and overly-confident, Dylan's biggest flaw at the moment is his spiraling involvement with drugs. It started out with just alcohol, which is pretty normal for a kid his age (especially one that thrives off of being "cool"), so that was one thing. During the beginning of junior year, he started occasionally smoking marijuana, and by the end of the year, it had become a daily habit. This year, he's been trying new things though. Adderall and Xanax have been added into his daily routine, and he's tried cocaine and ecstasy a couple of times too. He started out using the prescription pills as a coping mechanism, since he had been taking advanced courses that had been pushing him to his limit stress wise. His habits have gotten out of control since then, and he's no longer sure why he does it. He recognizes that he's risking his seeming perfect life for an unknown reason... but he just can't find it in him to stop.

Likes:
Video games, working out, soccer, tacos, brownies, oranges, action films, his family, socializing, math and factual things, exams, competition, feeling in control

Dislikes:
Feeling unchallenged, shopping (at least for extended periods of time), slow walkers, traffic, the many weirdos the city has to offer (especially on public transit)

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Background:
Dylan was born into a family that was pretty ordinary, until it was discovered that he was the product of an affair. The man that his mother was married to was led to believe that the child was his throughout the pregnancy, but because of the timing, Dylan's mom knew that it couldn't have been. She had been sleeping with a co-worked sporadically during that time period, and just knew that Dylan was his child, and not her husband's. She was too scared to say anything though, and despite the man she slept with being white, and knowing that the child would come out looking far too different than her dark skinned, African born husband, she still didn't say anything. Not until the day that Dylan, was born, and it was undeniable that the baby was not her husband's. Obviously, her husband was outraged, and with good reason. He signed the birth certificate, allowing Dylan to take his name, under the hope that maybe he could forgive his wife and raise the child as his own. After being home only a few days though, the man knew that he couldn't do that, and asked Dylan's mother to leave.

His mother moved out with Dylan, who was only an infant, and her other son, Hudson, and moved to New Jersey. Her parents were from there so it made sense to move back home, if for no other reason than because she had no other place with family. Additionally, however, they were in the process of moving permanently into their winter home in Florida, and opted against putting their house in New Jersey up for sale on the market. Instead, they sold it to their daughter at a very reduced rate, before moving to Florida themselves. Considering this, and the fact that their mother worked a decent job as a registered nurse, Dylan and Hudson were raised in a middle class lifestyle. Things were better when their mother had been married, but they were never dirt poor. Dylan was always comfortable growing up, so even if things had been better before, he wouldn't have known like Hudson would have, because he had been so young when they went from a two-income household to a single one.

His mother remarried when Dylan was three, and despite the man being his step-father, Dylan never really clashed with him. He views him as being his real father, plain and simple, and no one can really blame him, given that it was the first and only father figure he had ever had in his life. Other than the atypical start, Dylan's life has always been fairly normal. If anything, the most remarkable thing about his youth was how he tended to test very well in school. It was the only reason that he was accepted into a preparatory school in ninth grade. He hadn't minded the commute into Manhattan every day, since he lived just over the Fort Washington Bridge in New Jersey, but recently, his father was offered a better job in Tampa, FL, and he accepted it. His mother found a new job as well, and just this month, the pair relocated down there. Dylan didn't move with them simply because he wanted to finish high school at his school, and because of this, he has moved in with his brother until he graduates.

Occupation:
Student at Browning School

Hometown:
Kennebukport, Maine (0-12)
Fort Lee, NJ (12-17)
New York, NY (17-Current)


Height:
5'10

Face Claim:
Froy Gutierrez

So begins...

Dylan Taylor's Story

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Hudson always found himself talking to strangers. He naturally had a personality that attracted people, with his charisma and friendliness, but he also just liked talking. Sometimes it was to get to know people and learn things... appreciate that feeling of "connecting" with fellow humans, even strangers, and other times, it was merely to hear his own voice. Today, he found himself sitting in the back of a cab talking to the driver, whose accent had reminded him of his own father's. In New York, accents were a dime a dozen. You encountered someone with foreign roots in nearly every interaction you made, be it taking a cab or an Uber, bumping into someone in the grocery store, or overhearing a conversation between the people sitting next to you at dinner. New York was such a diverse city, not even simply in the backgrounds of its residents, but more-so thinking about the people who flooded the city as tourists or temporary residents. "I'd bet twenty bucks that you're Nigerian," he said, a friendly smile on his face as he looked up at the rear-view mirror to read the driver's expression. The man was probably ten years or so younger than his father, and looked different enough that nothing other than the accent reminded him of the man, but it was still something that caught his attention.

While accents in New York, and being foreign-born in general, was nothing noteworthy in New York, it definitely had been back in Maine, where Hudson had been originally raised by his mother and father. 96% of the people who lived in his hometown were white, so it was safe to say that his Nigerian born father had always stood out with his dark skin, a shade that Hudson had always admired and for one reason or another, associated with physical strength, and his thick accent. As a biracial child, Hudson had always been the odd one out growing up too, but it was something that he grew up with, so it was a familiar feeling. Til this day, he still always wondered how his father had managed to do so well where Hudson spent most of his childhood, and where the man continued to live now. It wasn't to discredit his father in the slightest. He was the hardest working man that Hudson had ever met in his life, and that wasn't just the typical father-son adoration speaking. His father worked endlessly, physically and mentally, to provide for his family, starting with his own mother and siblings when they had first immigrated to the states, and then his own wife and children once he married Hudson's mother and had Hudson. As a teenager, he would travel every summer from Maryland, where his mother and younger siblings lived, to Maine, with a group of other recently immigrated Africans for seasonal work. They didn't all end up in Maine, though that was the ultimate goal, and many of them would find seasonal jobs to hold for the summer in other states that they stopped in. His father, however, always ended up that far north and would spend his summers endlessly learning the trade of lobster farming and fishing. After spending a few seasons at the same lobster farm, he was eventually offered a full time position, and though he had to supplement it with other manual labor jobs throughout the winter, the money was worth it to be able to send back to his mother and siblings.

The man was never one to brag about his upbringing, and how tirelessly he worked to provide for his family once he got to America, and had Hudson not asked so many times for his father to tell him about his younger years, he probably never would have known. He was glad he did, though. Especially after his parents divorced, it was all the more reason to believe that his father was a good and innocent man who didn't deserve to not only be cheated on, but lied to about a pregnancy, and only find out it wasn't his on the day of the delivery, when the baby came out pink, without a trace of biracial tone to him. Though the doctors insisted that genes were an odd thing, and especially hard to predict when it came to a biracial child, so simply looking at the baby's features wasn't enough to say he wasn't the father, his mother admitted later on that day that she had had an affair. Hudson couldn't imagine the hurt and distrust his father felt after that, and the fact that he continued to send child support payments for Hudson, even after his wife moved away, never making an attempt to allow the man to see his child, was still shocking to him. His father was a good man, though, and even now as an adult, while Hudson didn't see him as often as he wished he did, he still liked being reminded of him. Even in seemingly small ways, like hearing someone who possessed the same accent as the man who raised him.

The conversation didn't last for too long, since the car ride from the gym to their apartment building wasn't long, but Hudson still left with a smile on his face (and his wallet a few dollars lighter than it needed to be, since he felt inclined to tip better after engaging with the man). His half-brother (though he'd never refer to him as anything less than a "brother", full and whole), however, had remained pretty mute for the ride. Dylan had his headphones in, and wasn't being quiet with the intent of being rude, but his quietness was noted by Hudson. Over the past few days, since Dylan had moved in with him, he felt like he was the one making more of an effort than his brother to make this living situation work. He had to keep himself from getting annoyed, mentally citing the fact that he was doing this to convenience Dylan, not the other way around. Had Hudson not agreed to take him in until he finished high school, he would have had to transfer midway through his senior year to move down to Florida with their mother, and her husband, who had essentially become Dylan's father, despite no biological link. Even if he had become mildly annoyed with his brother over the past few days, he was optimistic that they could make things work. He had never had much of a chance to connect with his younger brother, so he supposed that maybe this would be a good learning and bonding opportunity for the both of them. They had to having something in common between a shared mother, and though today Hudson had found out that they both shared an appreciation for working out, he hoped that he could find more than just that.

"I usually make Friday my cheat day," he explained as they headed up the stairs to their new apartment. "You down for pizza?" Even on his cheat days, Hudson tried to stay away from the really bad stuff like McDonald's, or those big pretzels they sold in midtown that always smelled oh so good, but normally ended up tasting like cardboard and had the nutritional value of cardboard, too. He had a weakness for pizza, but burgers, tacos, Chinese food... really anything sounded good after working out for a few hours.

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While Dylan had acknowledged Hudson leaving, he hadn't been paying any attention, and so when a message appeared on the television screen, citing that the game had went offline due to a wireless connection problem, he got up in search of his brother. He was surprised when he didn't find him in his bedroom, and only then vaguely remembered hearing the guy say something about leaving fifteen or twenty minutes ago. He fiddled around with the router in the living room, trying all of the typical "restart it" easy fixes, to no avail. The console wouldn't reconnect to it, and Dylan was almost certain that whatever he had done had only made it worse, since now the modem wouldn't even light up. He was normally pretty technologically savvy which was why he was sure that whatever was wrong with this wasn't an easy fix. He groaned though, feeling like this was just his luck, even if it wasn't. He wasn't the type of person who frequently had bad luck, and his life had been smooth sailing for the most part, but he still chose to be dramatic sometimes. The internet being down now, at the very least, gave him the motivation to get off of the couch for a few minutes. If he was in the mood to be good, he would have used this offline time to finish the math problems that he had to complete out of a textbook for class on Monday, or maybe try to do some chores around the new apartment, but he wasn't in the mood to do anything other than relaxing. Especially with Hudson gone, he knew that this would be a particularly good time to smoke the marijuana he had hidden in a mason jar in his closet, but he also wanted to wait a bit to do that. He liked smoking before bed because it helped him fall asleep, and he wasn't planning on going to bed quite this early.

Somewhat begrudgingly, he decided to see if any of his new neighbors would be so kind as to share their Wifi password with him. When he looked on his phone, multiple password protected networks came up in his vicinity, so he hoped that at least someone on the floor would be home and willing to share their password for the night. He didn't know anyone, and hadn't made any attempts to reach out to his neighbors since moving in, but he didn't think he was wrong for that. This wasn't some upper middle class neigborhood where you were welcomed to the neighborhood with apple pies being delivered to your doorstep. It was New York, a place where there were so many people, that things rarely felt sincere and personal, at least in Dylan's opinion. He knocked on the door next to his, 4D, hoping that someone was home.

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Dylan waited for what felt like at least a good few minutes outside of 4D's door, before taking the silence on the other end as a sign that no one was home. Rather than knock on another door, as he originally intended to do, he felt like maybe this wasn't the smartest idea, and retreated back to his own apartment. With no internet connection though, he didn't really know what to do. He had been putting off smoking the weed that he had left until later that night, but now he was bored and had nothing better to do. Because he didn't know if his brother was tolerant of weed, he decided to smoke it in his bedroom, but with the window wide open. The cold air was intolerable, but became less noticeable with each hit he took. He had filled his pipe with only the amount that he knew he could smoke in one sitting, but he spent a solid twenty minutes working on it, until he was done. Once it was finished, he was feeling perfectly bliss. He barely even realized that the window was open, and it took the blaring siren of a passing police car for him to realize it, and shut it. He wasn't sure if his room smelled like weed, and he didn't realize that he had stuffed the small plastic bag containing the rest of it in his pocket, rather than back in the mason jar he stored it in in his closet. He was pretty oblivious, and just cruising, as he liked to call it, but that was how he liked it. For a kid with so much potential, and such a bright future, it was scary how necessary drugs were becoming in his life. What was even worse was that weed was becoming less concerning than other things he was beginning to experiment in too.

He had nearly forgotten that the WiFi was out until he sat back down and tried to connect to his Xbox Live. In a typical 2017 teenager manner, he was certain that there was nothing else worthwhile doing without Internet access... other than eating. That was something he could definitely do right now. Even though he had had pizza earlier in the day with Hudson, it was just what he was craving right now, and he found himself placing an order on Grubhub for a pie to be delivered. With the estimated time of arrival between twenty and thirty minutes away, he didn't think there would be a problem with walking to the CVS down the block to pick up a few beers to get him through the night. He had never tried his fake ID there before, but it was a pretty good one, so he didn't think that he would have a problem with it. Even if he did end up being rejected, with how content he was feeling right now, he didn't think he would mind. Pizza was the biggest thing on his mind, even as he was met with the bitter cold outside.

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His beer run had taken a little bit longer than expected, but luckily, not for any reasons regarding his fake ID. There had just been an unusually long line at the store, thanks to two of the self-checkout kiosks being disabled. He made it home with two Bud Light tall boys, and one black cherry lemonade Mike's Harder tall boys. He felt stupid buying the last, and he knew that his friends would all grill him for being a "girly" drink, but he really was curious to see what it tasted like. All of the girls that he hung out with seemed to drink them by the dozen, and though he was sure that the high sugar content would make his stomach feel too full, he wasn't against giving it a shot. He had a whole pizza and some garlic knots to finish (though by now, he had completely forgotten that he had added the knots to the order too), so the drinks were going to be welcomed once the food got there. Coincidentally, by the time that he got back to the building, he got an alert on his phone that the delivery man should be there within the next five minutes, and luckily for Dylan, it only took two or three. "Duuuuuuude," he responded, a cheesy grin on the face as he accepted the pizza box and bag on top. "You are the fucking best, bro," he said, probably sounding pretty obnoxious as he thanked the delivery man. What probably would have been a better thank you would have been a nice tip, but Dylan had paid online when ordering, and he wasn't that nice as to feel like tipping when he wasn't already taking out cash.

He nearly dropped the pizza while making his way up the first flight of stairs, but managed to catch it before it slid out of his grip. He wasn't bothered by it though, and actually muttered out a "Fuck, man," with a laugh, as he regained control over it. He reached the second flight of stairs when a red-headed girl, probably somewhere around his age, came bounding towards him. She barely seemed to be paying attention, and since Dylan wasn't either, they nearly collided until she stopped abruptly in front of him. He laughed, because that seemed like the most appropriate thing to do, and when he noticed the cat pajamas she was wearing, his grin grew even wider. "Sick pajamas. They look warm," he said, trying to be cheeky somewhat, but also being partially genuine in the compliment, because they did look warm, and a girl as cute as she was could definitely pull them off.

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Holly had noticed Dylan before he noticed her, but she kept walking, only because she assumed that he was going to move out of her way. In her own right, she was feeling kind of out of it too. A small part of that was probably due to the Adderall, but more-so, it was because it was late (for her), and her body felt tired while her mind didn't, and the situation she was currently in was weird enough for her not to be thinking normally. It was definitely abnormal for Holly to not want to stop and talk with someone, but in this case, it was really only because while she had physically seen him, her mind was elsewhere. It was still laughing at Roman's new nickname, and it was also pondering over what she was going to do if Makayla and Chanel were really kidnapped. She would finally get to have Chanel's candles which would be nice, but then again, she didn't know how to use a lighter, so what good were they going to be to her? That pretty much sealed the deal that she wasn't going to go back up to the apartment and wait around when she was still convinced that something had to be wrong, for her sister to not be there. She was concerned about Chanel by default. While she understood that Chanel didn't owe her the courtesy of sharing her whereabouts, it just seemed too peculiar that both girls disappeared at once, with no warning. With that going on in her mind, she hadn't had a second to process Dylan's being until he was stopped right in front of her, and complimenting her. That was all she needed to open up to having a conversation with him, especially when she noticed that his jawline was nice and sharp. One of her favorite features, even if she didn't consciously recognize it as being true.

"Thank you!" she said with a laugh, looking down at her cat pajama shirt. Typically, she would have run on about the story that went along with this pajama set. She had been in the store with Cara months ago, and had insisted on asking at least five employees that worked there why they didn't have one with a dog face before begrudgingly accepting the cat ones. On the way home, though, she had created a verbal list of one hundred reasons why cat pajamas could be almost as good as dog pajamas, and that list had confirmed that the pajamas were definitely wearable, just as much as it had confirmed that Cara was a saint for smiling throughout the conversation. "I like your..." she couldn't place the word for jawline in the moment, so she reached out and ran her fingers across it, giggling as she felt the bone. "My friend Collin has a nice face like yours too," she added, amid another giggle. Smelling the scent of pizza and garlic, she only then took in what he was holding. "Why are you eating pizza this late at night?" she questioned. She was already supposed to be asleep by now, so she assumed that everyone else in the world was also supposed to be asleep by then, too. Even if they weren't, it definitely wasn't dinner time for anyone.

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Dylan couldn't do anything more than laugh when the girl reached out and touched his face, and maybe it was just because he was a horny teenage boy, but he definitely interpreted it as her flirting. She was complimenting him and touching him at the same time, so it wasn't even like he was reaching by concluding that. He was high, and Holly also wasn't acting flamboyantly energetic or off to an extent where he had any reason to believe that there was anything off about her. Her pajamas were definitely more youthful than the Victoria's Secret stuff he imagined most of his female friends their age to wear to bed, but he wasn't going to fault her for that. They really did look warm. As she pointed out the pizza box in his hands, he glanced down at it, seemingly forgetting what he had been holding, and only then realizing that the box was hot enough that his hands were starting to hurt holding it. "I think the real question is why aren't you eating pizza this late," he said, trying to sound deep even if his question was far less valid than hers was. In his defense, it was a Friday night, he didn't have to be up early tomorrow, he was high, and he had nothing better to do tonight. His friends were all hanging out, and one would have thought that Dylan would have taken advantage of finally living close enough to hang out with them regularly without having to commute back to Jersey, but he wasn't really in the mood for that tonight. He figured he would lay low tonight, and then go out and cause trouble with his friends tomorrow night. "I've got enough for both of us," he insisted, not waiting for an answer from her as he stepped around her and continued up the stairs, only saying, "Come on!" once he was a few steps above her.

The way that she felt wide awake now was a clear side effect of the Adderall, but the way that she was able to follow the conversation with Dylan without already taking it down five other routes was definitely one as well. Holly's personality wasn't something that drugs could change, but it was possible that this could help her attention span. Even at a low dose, it almost seemed magical that she was managing to actually listen to Dylan, and process his being, without asking him about why his eyes were blue, or telling him about how Makayla and Chanel had been kidnapped, or telling him about some random story that she would somehow link back to the topic of pizza. Self-awareness wasn't one of Holly's strong suits, so she wasn't entirely comprehending how this was helping her, and attributed her focus on Dylan as him just being extremely interesting, and that being why she wanted to listen to what he was saying. So, instead of immediately explaining that she never ate this late at night, or that she was only out of bed because she was looking for her sister, she followed behind him, back up the stairs. "Okay!"[/color] she agreed. Holly was a picky eater, and even with something as basic as pizza, she had a tendency to be picky but she felt compelled to continue to socialize with Dylan, even if she didn't end up eating too. "You know, you're supposed to tell people your name when you meet them," she informed him in a nearly scolding manner, once she realized that she didn't know what his name was, despite following him. She hadn't introduced herself either, but she didn't realize that, since it was so standard of her to share every detail of herself immediately upon meeting someone.

Dylan laughed. Maybe it was the high that was making him find this girl to be more amusing, or maybe it was just that he didn't expect her to start acting like the manner-police, but he thought that it was funny either way. "Sorry, it's Dylan," he said, before turning his head back to look towards her, while still heading up the stairs, though more slowly now. "And what about you? I know that you like my face, but that's pretty much all you told me about yourself too, and, you know, you're supposed to tell people your name when you meet them," he said, being playful in his repetition of her own statement to him. "Oh," he added a second later with a smirk, "I also know that you're too boring to have pizza this late at night. Don't wanna forget that."

The most surprising part about this interaction so far was probably that Holly sensed the sarcasm in Dylan's voice, and the playfulness too. The smirk on his face, coupled with how convinced he was that his face really was beautiful, in addition to how surprised she was with herself for being able to focus on him so well, made it easier to laugh at his words rather than feel hyper-offended, as she normally might have. "I am not boring!" she insisted through a giggle. "My name is Holly, I'm not boring, and I'll eat pizza late at night to prove it!" she declared enthusiastically. She followed closely behind Dylan, but when they turned onto the fourth floor and he began to open an apartment door, she shook her head. One would have hoped that she wouldn't have walked into a stranger's apartment for safety reasons, but unfortunately, that wasn't why she was choosing against going inside. Instead, she knew that they couldn't go inside because if she did, she wouldn't be able to hear or see Makayla when she came back. Sitting outside of his door wasn't going to be that much of an advantage either, but Holly convinced herself that she would be able to hear Chanel's voice, at least. "But we have to eat it out here," she insisted, looking at him sternly. "I'm waiting for my sister and my adopted sister to come back from wherever they were taken, and I won't be able to hear them come up if I'm inside of your apartment."

Dylan had opened the door of his apartment, only to be told that they couldn't go inside. He expected some answer about how she felt uncomfortable doing that, since she had only just met him, but instead, he was met with an answer that he couldn't follow. It was something about an adopted sister, and waiting for her, and in his current state of mind, that was really all that he could pick up. He didn't mind though. He wasn't too high-class to care about sitting on the floor and eating. All he wanted right now was to eat, so the setting that he was eating in wasn't as important as the act of eating itself. "All right," he said, nodding as he sat down. "The floor it is." He took off his jacket, and was half a second away from tossing it to the side when he felt compelled to push it towards where she was about to sit down. "Can't let those pajamas get dirty," he explained with a playful smirk, as he motioned for her to sit. He opened up the box of pizza first, taking a deep and dramatic inhale as the warm, decadent smelling air spread into their airspace. He pulled out the container with the garlic knots next, and was pleasantly surprised by the plates and napkins left inside of the paper bag too, even though that was probably a standard delivery addition. He plated a slice for her, and then one for himself, before closing the box. He was a few bites into his slice by the time that he remembered the drinks that he had purchased. "You drink?" he asked, as he unbagged the beers for himself. If he was sober, he would have come up with some line about how he had bought the lemonade drink for a friend, since he would have been embarrassed about drinking something deemed girly, but he wasn't thinking that quickly tonight. "It's black cherry lemonade flavored," he said, as he pushed the Mike's Harder tall boy towards her. "Seems like it might be up your alley."

Her ignorance was shining through as she accepted the large canned drink. In her head, she was laughing at Dylan, thinking that he was the stupid one for asking her if she drank. Of course she drank! What human being didn't drink!? She had no reason to think that he meant alcohol, because that wasn't something that Holly was familiar with or comfortable with to think about right away, despite that probably being odd for a teenager of her age. Plus, lemonade was her favorite kind of beverage, even if she had never tried a black cherry version of it, so she was all the more open to trying it without really paying attention to the words on the front of the can. She had sat down on his jacket, and accepted the drink and slice of pizza happily. She had went from being terrified just a few minutes ago, to having most of that fear alleviated through her interaction with Roman, to actually feeling nearly euphoric now, as she sat with Dylan. Her first time Adderall experience was probably playing a role in it, but the fact that she had never interacted with someone her age in a friend-like manner also helped, and she could probably only thank the drugs on her end, and his, for it being possible right now. "Is pizza your favorite food ever?" she asked as she took a small bite off of the tip of her slice.

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With how good this pizza was tasting, Dylan was tempted to confirm that it was his favorite food. The crust and bread was crisp, the cheese gooey and seemingly endless as it took an extra effort with each bite to pull away from the stringing cheese that tried to follow. It was great, but Dylan wasn't a picky eater to begin with, and being high made everything, especially food, seem all the more pleasant. "It probably falls in my top five," he answered, thinking more deeply into the question than he really needed to, as he tried to figure out what his top five favorite foods actually would be. It seemed like such a serious decision to make in his mindset, and just thinking about the endless array of qualifying food choices had him finishing off his first slice at an alarmingly fast rate and starting on his second. "It's one of those foods that you can never go wrong with, ya know?" he continued in between bites. "Everyone loves pizza. It's a staple, but then with that, I take it for granted enough that I probably wouldn't make it my last meal." He could've and should've just given her and yes or no answer, or at least if Holly was a typical person, that would have been more proper. He was lucky that Holly wasn't the most normal person herself. Looking over at her with a grin, and a mouthful of food, he added, "What about you? I feel like your favorite kind of food would be vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles or something like that." In the moment, he didn't realize how random this encounter was. Here he was, high as a kite, sitting on the floor of his new apartment building's hallway, eating a pizza with a pretty girl he had never met before. He wasn't typically friendly enough to initiate such things with strangers, and yet, even ignoring his high for a second, he felt oddly comfortable with this girl. She didn't look like she was judging him, and she also didn't look stuck up or discontent with the lack of formal arrangements for this impromptu hangout.

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Holly was surprisingly content with nodding along as Dylan spoke. That might have been more understandable if her mouth was full of food, but it wasn't. She had taken one small bite of the tip of the slice, and now the rest sat on the plate on her lap. She wasn't hungry to begin with, and eating this late at night wasn't something she ever did, so her body just wasn't interested in eating. Besides, though she could agree that pizza wasn't something that was easy to hate, it wasn't one of her favorites. The reference to ice cream piqued her interest. There was no way that her body would want her to eat that, if it wasn't hungry for pizza, but ice cream always sounded more enticing than any non-dessert food. If Dylan was alluding to Holly being more of a sweets kind of person, then he was spot on. She definitely preferred candy over ice cream, but desserts were a close second for her favorite food type. Although Holly was currently in a nearly out-of-character predicament, where she was perfectly happy with just looking and listening to Dylan, it was hard for her to balance that with thinking about ice cream, since that was an enticing thought now too. "I do like vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles," she confirmed with a confident nod. "I like mint chocolate chip too, even though sometimes it's a little too... spicy," she continued, clearly being unable to place the word "minty" at the moment, despite just referencing it in its name. "Wanna bring the rest of your pizza to my apartment?" she asked, thinking more about the ice cream now. She didn't think that she had any, but she was sure Cara would, so she could stop over there to get some, still be able to hang out with Dylan, and not miss Makayla and Chanel returning, because they would only be coming back to the apartment anyway.

Dylan didn't really feel like standing up, nor did he feel like hauling his box of pizza, beer, and garlic knots to wherever she lived, but he was in a pretty flexible mood, and he always wasn't stupid enough to say no when it was a cute girl trying to hang out with him, so he nodded. "Sure," he said, though since Holly hadn't verbalized that they were going there because she wanted ice cream, he could only assume that it was because she wanted a more comfortable, and maybe even private, space to hang out in. As he pulled himself off of the floor, he waited until Holly had stood up, and then grabbed his jacket, opened his apartment door and tossed it inside haphazardly before re-closing the door. It seemed like an unnecessary thing to be carrying around, especially now that he had to carry a half-full tall boy of beer, a box of pizza, and the CVS bag that now contained the other beer, and the container with his garlic knots. "Why aren't you out with your friends on a Friday?" he asked as he managed to balance his plated slice of pizza on top of the box, and hang it off the edge so that he could still take bites as they walked. It would've been smarter and easier to just wait the minute until he was sitting down again, but pizza like this couldn't wait (in his opinion). The question was one that he knew she could reciprocate, but he expected her to have just a valid reason as he did. Her attire could have answered the question in itself. Maybe she was just tired from a long week and didn't feel like socializing. It felt like a fair question to ask nonetheless.

Holly had been quick to get on her feet once Dylan agreed that they could relocate, but she left her slice on the floor. She didn't intend to do it in a rude or unappreciative way. Her train of thought was more that she didn't want to keep eating it, and then once she had set it down, it didn't click in her mind that it was impolite to just leave food on the floor of a public space. As she let the way towards the staircase, oblivious to how it probably would have been polite to ask Dylan if he needed her to hold something, she thought about his question. Her typical response would have been to explain that Makayla and Chanel had disappeared, because in her mind, they were two of her friends. Then, she would have explained the Cara situation and how she hadn't been hanging out with her lately either. Feeling less of a need to answer immediately now than normally, she was able to figure that he was probably talking about friends their age. "I don't have any friends, really. Not any from school," she stated plainly, in a way that didn't suggest that she was bothered by it, but wasn't enthusiastic either. "I do have one friend, but she's been busy a lot lately. I'm going to see if she has ice cream that I can borrow in a second though!" The last part carried the more typical-Holly excitement with it that normally came with her words, as she returned to thinking about ice cream and Cara, before looking back at him, and giggling at the sight of him carrying so much, and yet still managing to somehow get a bite of pizza in. "My sister always says that boys are dumb and I think she's kind of right," she admitted with an amused laugh.

Dylan didn't realize how stupid he probably looked trying to tilt the pizza box to the right angle towards his face to be able to take a bite off of the slice on top of it, so he missed Holly's "dumb" comment being about that, but he still smirked. "Well, I was gonna ask why you don't have any friends, but now I know it's because you're mean," he said playfully, feigning offense over the comment, even though he found it hard to actually feel even slightly offended with how she giggled about it.

"I'm not mean!" Holly responded in quick defense as she opened up her apartment door and led Dylan inside. Rather than go to the kitchen, she led him towards the couch in the living room area, and motioned for him to sit down. "We can eat here, but if you spill anything on the couch, my sister will kill you," she stated with certainty, but an odd level of nonchalance to it. "I'm going to go see if I can get ice cream, so I'll be back in forty nine seconds, but if you need anything, my extra sister, Chanel, has a lot of stuff in the fridge always that you can take, and we can pretend my sister ate it!" she said, really only joking about all of that, and assuming that Dylan understood that he was joking about being allowed to take stuff too. She failed to realize that her laugh at the end probably only made it seem like she was joking about blaming Makayla, and not about him being allowed to take anything, though.

"Sounds good," Dylan confirmed, his mouth almost instantly being stuffed with garlic knots the second he had sat down on the couch. He heard the door shut behind Holly, and soon after, decided that since his first beer was now nearly empty, he needed some water to clear his palate. He headed over to the fridge, and inside, was pleasantly surprised to see a bottle of wine sitting inside. He never really drank wine, mostly because he was typically a social drinker, and bringing a bottle of wine to a high school house party wasn't cool, but if that wine was free, who could blame him for drinking it? He laughed to himself about how Holly's sister really wasn't going to like him if she was the one who would end up catching the blame for this, but Holly didn't seem like she was bothered by the idea of it anyway. After he found a corkscrew, he happily poured himself a glass, and then one for her, once he saw that her can of Mike's hard was gone. He assumed that she had left it upstairs, or maybe even somehow managed to finish it that quickly, and didn't think that she was actually just still carrying it with her.

Holly didn't realize that she was still carrying the cold can of alcohol either until she realized that she only had one hand to pound, unnecessarily hard, on Cara's door. Why she was knocking so hard and so intensely was unknown even to her, and how she had been so focused on replaying her interactions with Dylan in her head that she had missed someone asking who was there was a mystery to her as well, but she became stuck in an obnoxious pattern of knocking that was too hard to break.

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Roman was done dealing with Holly for the night, so after he made his comment, he headed towards the kitchen for a glass of water. He caught Cara's expression and returned the same, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Roman wasn't entirely sure how Cara could manage to be so patient, and even nice, to Holly at the moment. It was strange seeing her turn into an almost entirely different person. From being callous and impatient to being sweet and patient. He watched the two with some interest, unable to suppress a groan as he listened to Holly's obliviousness. He had moved to stand by the other of the couch when she mentioned someone named Dylan. It was then that Roman's expression turned from that of annoyed to perturbed. He was focused enough with trying to interpret what that could mean in Holly's foreign language that her comment about his 'little pink boobs' mostly fell on short ears, but he did catch he new nickname and resisted the urge the give her the middle finger. Unlike Cara, upon seeing Holly at the door, he didn't feel the need to scramble to get decent. In retrospect, it's something he would have done, but he was so focused on just getting Cara to alleviate the situation that it didn't cross his mind. And with this Dylan character now in the mix, it seemed like less of an issue. He took a short sip from his glass, glancing over at Cara to see whether or not she was as equally confused and concerned as he was. Roman had no reason to assume that Dylan was some harmless kid sharing a pizza with her. Of course his immediate assumption would be that Holly had gotten herself caught up with some child predator who had lured her with pizza and ice cream. Roman's annoyance hadn't had a chance to settle down, and now it increased, but the reason behind it shifted. He didn't particularly like Holly, as if that needed to be said, but she was still a kid and if thought that was some creep involved, he was going to be easily angered and protective.

Sighing heavily, not really due to Holly's ignorance, but more because the more he conjured up the idea of a gross pedophile talking to Holly, the angrier he got. "Cara will get you ice cream, Holly," Roman said, placing his glass on the coffee table and exchanging one more look with Cara, noting that he would handle this odd part of the story. The next time he reappeared in the living room, he was fully clothed and left without a word. Roman figured the best thing to do was to scope out Holly's apartment before anything else. He didn't necessarily know that the guy was there, but it made the most sense to him to check it out. Not surprisingly, the door was unlocked. The first thing he smelled was the pizza Holly mentioned, and it caused his heart to pick up a few paces. Not because he was scared, but because it verified Holly's story that there was some dude with pizza. It took only a quick scan of the apartment to see someone was on the couch, and as soon as he saw that there was someone, it was a wrap. He was to the living room, reaching over and grabbing the guy's shoulder, yanking him up and pushing him against the wall in a matter of seconds. Had he been calm and not seeing red, things would have been far clearer, obvious even. But he didn't start to focus until he had Dylan against the wall and then realized that hr was a bit...young. Like really young. Like go to jail for assaulting a minor kind of young. Roman's confusion registered on his face for a second, because he definitely hadn't expected a teenager, but in hindsight it did make sense since the guy did feel pretty light just then. Roman was pretty angry, nearing streetfighter mode, but he wasn't so far gone that he didn't care that he had a child in his grasp. Roman lowered his forearm from the kid's neck to his chest, not using as much brute force to pin him back. Teenager or not, though, he didn't know this kid and he knew there wasn't an age cut off for being a pedophile.

"Dylan?" Roman tried, not sure if he actually wanted this to be Dylan or not. Because if it wasn't, then he was about to be in a bit of trouble. But if it was, then he was a bit conflicted. Looking around the room, he tried to make sense of things because this couldn't be right. He was expecting some overweight forty-year-old with a beard and a stained shirt, not some high schooler with freckles. But there was the pizza, and alcohol he noted, which only made him turn to Dylan, or whoever this was, with a slightly darker look. It was hard not to notice the faint scent of weed coming off the guy, or the bloodshot eyes, which definitely worsened things, so by now, the only thing that was saving him from getting hit was the fact that he was clearly around Holly's age. And it was for that reason, and that reason only, that Roman engaged in conversation first. "Look, who are you and why the hell are you in this apartment?"

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One moment, Dylan was sitting on the couch, setting down the glass of wine for himself, and the one for Holly, and getting ready to dig back into his pizza, and the next, he was glancing in the direction of the door opening, and before he could react, being pulled out of his seat and thrust against the wall. Being high only delayed his reaction, but it certainly took him a few seconds to realize what the hell had just happened, and even then, a lot of the details, like dropping his full wine glass onto the couch, were nothing more than a blur. He stared at the face in front of him for a second, not processing what the guy was saying once he realized that he was holding him with such force. While Roman had his well-intended reasons for treating Dylan like he did, Dylan couldn't be blamed for reacting as he did either, by kicking Roman with enough force in the groin area to cause him to relinquish his grasp all together. Even in a situation like this, Dylan felt like a shot like that was a low blow, but he literally had no idea what was going on. For all he knew, Holly was some decoy that this guy was using to lure him into their apartment so he could proceed to jump him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Dylan snapped, shoving back at Roman once more before moving away from him quickly. He wasn't scared to fight, even if Roman had a few inches on him, and a street-fighting history that Dylan was unaware of. Dylan was an athletic kid, and one who could definitely hold his own against most people, and he probably would have even been a somewhat decent match for Roman, had Roman not fought professionally. Even under the assumption that he could hold his own if it came to it, Dylan wasn't trying to fight anyone. He really had no idea what was going on. He thought he was about to have a nice, chill impromptu date with a cute girl. It seemed like one of those occurrences that were so rare and well-timed, that they only happened in movies. Being attacked out of no where was a very clear wake up sign that this wasn't a movie, not unless they were going to list it under the horror movie genre. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are touching me when I was fucking invited over here by the girl who lives here, but you know what, fuck her, and fuck you too, man. Don't ever fucking lay a hand on me again."

He looked away from Roman now, but only to gather his things that were on the coffee table. He wasn't sober enough to think that it was worth leaving without the food that he paid for. "Try that with me again, bro, and I'll have my brother knocking on this door tonight with a fucking AK in hand," he continued, though distractedly. He spoke seriously, though he knew that Hudson didn't own a gun, and the comment should have been more of a realization to himself that he needed to stop playing so much Call of Duty. "Fucking asking me why I'm here," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in anger and annoyance, and ignoring the puddle of wine forming on the couch beside him as he closed the pizza box back up. "Maybe because I was fucking invited over? Why else would I fucking be here?" he continued under his breath, growing more enraged by the minute as he processed what had just happened.

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As soon as Roman was doubled over, Dylan's words a muffled sound beneath the whirring in his ears, Roman regretted his decision for going soft; he should have just kicked his ass on sight. It was a smart (and reasonable) move on Dylan's part, and something that annoyed Roman simply because for someone who did fight professionally, that shouldn't have been the thing to take him down. If Roman wasn't busy trying to gather himself, he would have punched the kid across his smart ass mouth, but by the time Roman regained his senses, the kid was gone and it was just Roman in the room. He slumped his body against the couch, pressing his head to his forehead, trying to figure out what this night was turning out to be. His heart was still racing from the all the adrenaline, so he needed to cool down before he ended up hitting a wall. A part of him just wanted to go back to his place and call it quits, since it seemed like there was some kind of omen after him. Luckily, there was another part, just barely bigger than the former, that had some sense of morals and knew that he needed to go back to the girls, to at the very least let them know everything was good. More or less. It was when he stood that he saw the red stain beside the couch. "Fucking brilliant," he muttered. For a second, Roman considered trying to get it up on his own, just so that it wouldn't sit for too long, but he didn't want to find himself snooping around the apartment. Because with the way his luck was going, Chanel and Makayla would come in, and he'd have a lot of explaining to do.

Still annoyed with himself for not breaking Dylan's neck, he made his way over to Cara's, opening it with a deep groan. Upon seeing Holly, and reasoning that she was the common denominator here, his annoyance and frustration returned back to her. The momentary halt in that anger towards her was shortlived, and he didn't plan on renewing it anytime soon. In fact, the thought crossed his mind that maybe Holly needed to get kidnapped or something because she was way more trouble than she was worth. Managing to pull his glower away from her to turn to Cara, he said, "It's handled. There's wine on the floor, though. Where are your cleaning supplies?" Without really waiting for an answer, he headed for the kitchen, thinking that was a reasonable place to look for them.

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