LYRONTwo months later Contrary to what I had assumed, Dylan wasn't at all bad to be around. For the most part, I enjoyed his company and we had become friends. “ You don't have to drop me off, you know,” I said as he got into the driver's seat. “ But I want to,” he smiled. “ We're not even going in the same direction,” I muttered. “ You just love to complain, don't you?” He giggled. “ And who's making me complain? It's your fault,” I pouted. “ So you don't want me to give you a ride now? I thought we were close enough by now,” he sounded disappointed. “ I never said we weren't friends. I just don't like burdening people,” I secured myself with my seatbelt. “ As long as I don't complain then you have no need to worry,” he ruffled my hair. Starting his engine, we zoomed off. Our ride to my house was quiet yet comfortable, it wasn't awkward like the first time. “ Maybe I should invite him for dinner,” I cons
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