Ally's Pov:

Axel and I turned our heads to see a guy that I didn't quite recognize behind us. But Axel seemed to recognize him because he rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing here, Dylan?" Axel asks with a look of annoyance.

"Here to see my favorite roomie, obvi." The guy who I now know as Dylan says, taking a chair from the table beside ours and pulling it up to the free spot beside Claire.

Dylan places his elbows on the table, the corners of his lips turning up into a grin as he notices the annoyed grin that Axel was giving him.

So this must be the roommate that Axel was talking about, the one who has been forcing him to go to parties with him.

Axel hasn't mentioned much about him, but I've heard that he's a bit of a player around campus. I don't doubt it, because he gives off a flirty vibe.

"Oh really? Or was it because you couldn't stand the thought of me eating dinner with anyone else but you." Axel says, causing Dylan's mouth to drop as he puts a hand over his chest.

"That is not true," he draws out, waiting for a couple of seconds before adding, "and so what if it was?"

Claire, Zoe, Sophia, and I laugh as the two boys continue to bicker. It went on for a couple of minutes until Dylan put his arms up in defense.

"Okay fine, but at least I now know why you didn't want me to tag along, you wanted all of these gorgeous ladies to yourself." Dylan winks at the four of us, and I have to keep from laughing even harder as Axel groans, rubbing his hand over the side of his face.

"The reason why I didn't ask you to come with me was for this exact reason." He mumbles under his breath, but it wasn't that quiet because Dylan lets out an exasperated gasp.

"Why? Because I have game and you don't." He smirks, shifting his body towards us girls again.

"I promise you, they aren't interested-..."

"And what is your name?" Dylan interrupts Axel by turning towards Claire, and as one would expect, she starts flirting back.

Zoe and I give each other looks from across the table, noticing how Claire begins to twirl a strand of hair around her finger while answering his questions.

Well, that was strangely quick.

I feel a nudge to my side, and I turn towards Axel to see a small frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" I whisper, my head tilting to the side as he sighs.

"Nothing, I just..." He looks up at Dylan for a quick second, before looking back at me, "it's nothing." He whispers, his head dropping as if he was embarrassed.

I put my hand on his arm, "You can tell me."

Dylan and Claire were too engaged in their conversation to notice us talking, while Zoe and Sophia stood up to get more food.

"I didn't want to bring him for a reason." he looks back up at me, and although I knew he was talking about Dylan, I couldn't understand why he wouldn't want to bring him along.

I mean, Dylan's his best friend.

His roommate.

And although Dylan is definitely, something else, he seems like a nice guy.

"Why?" I ask.

He has to think for a second, before responding.

"He's a bit of a flirt, and without meaning to, he's ruined quite a few friendships I've had with girls before. He had hooked up with them and given them hope for a relationship, and I just ended up being guilty by association. I didn't want the same thing happening to us." He admits, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he rubs the back of his neck.

My heart swells a bit from his words. I found it a bit cute that he didn't want Dylan to ruin our friendship.

I'm sure that wouldn't happen though. Although Dylan is attractive, he's definitely not someone I could see myself hooking up with.

I'm not a hookup kind of person. I need someone who will cuddle me in the morning and tell me they love me.

Dylan seems to be anything but that.

"I promise you, that won't be the case for us. You can't get rid of me that easily." I try to ignore the fact that he pretty much hinted that he wanted us to be friends.

He gives me a small smile, before looking down, and that's when I notice that my hand was still holding onto his arm.

I quickly pull it away and put it on my lap, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" I ask, doing a horrible job of 'casually' changing the subject.

Why am I like this.

"I'll probably just call it a night." He shrugs.

I giggle, "It seems like you are trying to have an early night, every night."

I think back to the night that we met. All he wanted to do was sleep. I felt bad for the poor guy, but I'm starting to realize that it might just be a personality trait.

There's nothing wrong with a guy who values his sleep.

Although annoying him about it is quite fun.

Again, he shrugs, but a hint of amusement appears as he looks up at me, "I look forward to nothing more than a good night's rest."

"And how long is a good night's rest?"

He playfully puts his hand on his chin, pretending he was deep in thought, "I would say ten hours, give or take."

I laugh, "You need ten hours of sleep??"

"Well, I'll give it eight hours minimum." He points out, as if that made his claim any better.

I can't even remember the last time I got ten hours of sleep. There have been so many times when I've wanted to get that much sleep, but would stay up on my phone for too long.

"Okay, grandma." I snicker as he gives me a look.

His jaw drops for a second, as if someone calling him a grandma was a complete shock.

Goes to bed at nine pm and needs ten hours of sleep to be able to function the next day?

Grandma.

"Since I'm feeling nice today, I won't make any comment on what you just called me." His eyes narrow in at me, and I have to remind myself why I can't be blushing in front of this man.

I refuse to boost his ego.

Even though his ego does have the right to be excruciatingly high.

Like I've said a countless number of times, the guy is good looking.

Sue me.

"And how often are you feeling nice?"

"Not enough." He answers.

I doubt that. The guy has looks that could kill, but I'm almost sure that he's just a big softie.

He wouldn't have done the things that he did if he wasn't one.

"So what are your plans for the rest of the day?" he asks.

I think for a second, "I don't have any yet, but I might facetime my sister."

"Twin, right?"

I nod as Dylan shouts from beside us.

"No way!!! You're a twin?!" he asks excitedly, turning away from whatever conversation he was having with Claire and directing his full attention to me.

"Yeah," I let out an awkward laugh, not understanding why he got so excited all of a sudden.

Twins aren't THAT uncommon. He looks as if I'm the first twin he's ever seen in his life.

I hope not, at least.

"Identical?" He asks.

I shake my head, not letting the disappointment in his face bother me.

"We just look like siblings, nothing more." I answer more clearly.

And it's a good thing too.

I don't think I would like the idea of Ella and I looking exactly the same. Sure, we could have played a lot more pranks if we were, but I like looking in the mirror and only seeing me.

"Oh," he mumbles, a frown on his face.

"Why do you sound so disappointed?" Claire asks, one of her eyebrows raising as she looks at him.

Axel sighs, before answering for him.

And what he said next, is something I was not prepared for.

"He's got a fetish for twins-...."

"STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT!" Dylan interrupts him with a look of horror on his face.

But it couldn't match Claire and I's look of horror as Claire drags her chair away from him.

Axel snickers at him as runs a hand through his hair, giving me a perfect few of his muscles popping out of his shirt.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

"I'm just telling the truth."

Dylan glares at him, before turning towards me, pleading, "Ally, I swear I don't have a twin fetish. Don't trust that guy, he was dropped on his head as a baby-..." 

"I was not-..."

"And says things that are anything but the truth." He says that last couple words more harshly, directing them at Axel, who seemed to be enjoying the situation he put Dylan in a bit too much.

I have to force myself to hide a grin as Dylan looks at me with intensity, trying to make it clear that he does not, in fact, have a twin fetish.

"Don't worry, I believe you." I decide to end Dylan's misery, even if Claire and Axel were giving me pleading eyes to continue torturing the poor guy.

He puts a hand over his heart, while letting out a deep breath, "thank god. If word got around that I had a twin fetish." He looks in front of him with a blank stare in a dramatic way.

Axel shakes his head at him, "that wouldn't be the worst thing that has spread around about you."

Dylan snaps his head towards Axel, mouthing a quick SHUT UP.

Claire and I give each other a look from across the table, interested.

"What other things are you talking about?" Claire asks a bit too sweetly, her heading tilting to the side as Dylan looks back and forth between them, a look of horror on his face.

"Well-..." Axel begins to answer, but Dylan slaps his hand over his mouth.

And as fast as it was there, it was ripped off by Axel, who wipes the back of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Dylan, that is disgusting." He mumbles under his breath, his face scrunching as he gives a look to his best friend.

"There are no other things that happened, right Axel?" Dylan says his name through his teeth, giving him a look that could strangle him.

"Well-..." Axel tries again, but Dylan goes to cover his mouth again, causing Axel to catch it inches from his face.

"Do that again, I dare you." Axel glares at him, causing Dylan to shrink back in his seat.

"Okay, okay!" Dylan says, his arms crossing over his chest as if he was a kid who just got scolded.

Zoe and Sophia join us back at the table seconds later, not aware of the events that just took place at this very table.

"What did we miss?" Sophia asks, looking between the four of us.

Axel looks at me, I look at Claire, and Claire looks at Dylan.

Dylan groans.

"The worst dinner of my life."

We laugh.