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karly pulls into dylan's driveway, planning on just having a regular hang out, because they did that pretty often.

as she pulls in, she notices a car that she'd never seen before, leaving the exact driveway she was pulling into. in confusion, she passes the car, noticing a brunette girl that looked around her age in the drivers seat.

karly makes her way to the door, knocking harshly. after a minute or two, dylan opens the door for her, a relaxed smile on his face.

"who was that?" karly immediately asks, not in the mood for proper greetings.

dylan's eyebrows raise, a sarcastic smile placed on his lips. "jeez rina, no hello, how are you?" he jokes. once he notices that karly's expression didn't change from the blunt look she was giving him, his smile falters slightly.

"tough crowd." he mutters, finally letting her into the house.

"don't joke with me. who was that?" she asks again. he gives her a confused look, making karly roll her eyes harshly. "the girl that just left your house in that red car?" she elaborates.

his face lights up, realizing what she was talking about. "oh, just a girl i met last night." he responds, walking further into his house, karly hot on his heels.

"'just a girl'." karly mocks him, making him roll his eyes. "yeah, we just hung out, and she stayed over." he explains with a nonchalant look on his face.

"you mean you had sex with her?" karly gives her best friend a look.

"we did stuff, but we didn't get as far as sex, i promise." he shrugs, plopping down on the living room couch.

"since when did you start having sex with random girls?" she questioned, sitting down beside him, genuinely curious.

"since now. i went out last night and had fun, is that such a crime?"

"not at all, but it just doesn't seem like you, plus you realize we don't have time for this no feelings, emotional detachment shit right? we have a career to focus on and we can't jeopardize that by making stupid mistakes like that." she tells him.

"plus, wouldn't you rather spend your time trying to find someone you actually want to be with, like someone that you actually have genuine feelings for?" she adds.

dylan pauses to look at her, and even though neither of them said it, they were both thinking of the same person.

"that's exactly why i'm doing this." dylan stifles a laugh. "feelings are confusing and they suck, and i don't like being confused. i like knowing exactly how i feel, no confusion involved." he explains.

"i think you know exactly how you feel, you're just denying it." karly shrugs, making dylan glare at her momentarily.

"look i don't wanna talk about this anymore. just let me do me, i promise nothing's gonna happen." he sighs heavily.

"okay, one wrong move and i'm shutting you down." karly says, her voice full of warning.


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"you guys will never guess what just happened." karly says, walking into cierra's apartment.

all of the girls were already at her apartment hanging out as usual.

they all look at her in confusion as she sits down on the soft couch. "spill." leilani says immediately.

"okay so i went over to dylan's house to hang with him, because we had already planned to hang out today right? not right. i pull in and i see some red car with a girl in it pulling out of his driveway." she starts.

it was only the beginning of the story, and the girls jaws we're already dropped.

"wait what?"

"like a human?"

"yes a human, leilani. anyways, so i confront him about it as soon as i get in the house and he's all like 'oh it's just a girl', and i let the last times slide because i can't sue the man for wanting to date around but when he's got all these women around and he's getting caught for it in public, that's when it becomes a problem you know?" karly rants.

"is he like dude PMSing or something?" cierra asks, pulling at her tight black curls.

"i don't know, but he needs to chill out."

as everyone was talking, discussing dylan and his strange behavior, evangeline sat quietly, thinking to herself.

over the past few weeks, since she had her breakdown at the studio, she had noticed dylan acting different and talking about different girls he'd met at whatever party. of course she'd listen and let him rave about how many girls he'd been getting recently because one, he was a boy, and two, he was her best friend and he deserved to be happy.

but she couldn't help but feel a little bitter about the whole situation, because as much as she'd hate to admit it, she wished she was the girl he was raving about.

evangeline had realized she had a tiny crush on dylan after he comforted her at the studio, but she kept it to herself, afraid that if she said anything it would put a strain on their friendship, and the band itself.

what she didn't know was that dylan was having his own realization. he realized he was feeling things he hadn't felt in a long time for evangeline, so he buried himself in anything other than her to distract himself, he even distanced himself a bit from the girl, i mean the pair hadn't hung out with each other in a whole week, much less talked to each other, and they used to never go a day without at least texting.

"what's got you quiet, eva?" leilani knocks evangeline out of her thoughts.

"oh, nothing. just worried about him is all." she responds, giving the girls a thin lipped smile.

"yeah, well i don't know what's going on with him but he needs to get it together or i'll slap the sense back into him." leilani threatens, rolling her eyes in the process.

as the girls kept talking, all their words were drowned out by evangeline's loud and haunting thoughts. as she wondered what exactly was happening between her and her best friend.


































































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and the ride begins😌

this one was a bit shorter but the next narrative chapter is over 3000 words and it's a party chapter. the kids first celeb party is gonna be fun, and after that even more funπŸ˜™

well for my a least BYE BAESπŸƒπŸ½β€β™€οΈπŸ«ΆπŸ½

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