Dylans POV

"Grab that one over there instead of that one. It's bigger." I advise John, pointing my finger at a weirdly big gift basket. It's wrapped with a fancy see through, but not totally see through paper, with golden freckles splattered beautifully everywhere.

A bit extra, and just for weird stuff like.. wet tissue?

"Alright." He says, and hastily rips it open, to find a IPhone... 12, and a laptop.

I've honestly never cared what version a phone was, if it worked, it was fine for me.

But now that I'm getting this for free.. well, I've got to know everything.

"Okay, let me get this straight. The IPhone 12 is the latest one?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.

"Yep." John says, looking over at the black phone in my hand.

I turn it over and see it has three flipping cameras.

"Three flipping cameras?! For what?" My eyes have gone wide with surprise.

John laughs. "Yeah! Well, I don't know why, I mean, it's awesome though innit?" He shrugs and continues chuckling.

"Well, yeah, but still. I don't understand." I shake my head in disbelief as John grabs yet another gift basket.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly stand up.

"John. They're coming!" I hiss, and then only is when I notice the mess John and I had made in the process of having fun.

"Sh*t. We've made a huge mess!" John makes an oops-but-I-don't-really-care face, and shrugs.

"Yeah no kidding. Do we clean it, or put everything we've opened into this duffel bag?" I smirk, holding up a black bag, which was randomly under the table.

As if it was there just for us to take things and put them in..

"You already know." He grins naughtily and we both stuff the bag full with items. Phones, laptops, designer clothes, cameras. Basically until it wouldn't even close.

"Guys?" I hear the obnoxious- I mean, Angelicas voice. She isn't annoying, I would say, just a tad bit.. too energetic.

"In here!" John sing-songs and grabs the duffel bag with what looked like an attempt for haste, but then quickly drops it. He makes a face.

"This is heavy, man." He winces, looking at his fingers and shaking them rapidly. But he takes it back up again, this time with more difficulty, and slings it over his shoulder.

"Oof." He mutters.

"Well, it's full to the brim with stuff, so I couldn't imagine it any other way." I grin.

Angelica walks into the room, and following her, Quinn, her face in shock at the beauty of this room.

"Quinn has just been wowing all the time." Angelica laughs.

"Yeah duh! This place is a freaking castle." I say, still in surprise that such a beautiful place could ever exist. And that I'm inside it.

"Sure." Angelica rolls her eyes.

"Okay, let's get going then! We've got a movie to watch and a sleepover to throw!" Angelica adds, showing too much enthusiasm, and skips to the door.

Quinn smiles at me and walks to Angie out the door. I follow, John is behind me, groaning and complaining about how heavy the bag was.

"Just give it to me." I sigh, already tired of hearing him complain.

"Jesus, if I can't do it, how can you?" He laughs, and I can feel my face getting hot.

"That's rude." I say. "Not everyone has the privilege to go to expensive gyms."

I huff and storm out the door.

"Hey Dyl!" Quinn says, and smiles.

She's next to the car and Angie has already gotten in.

"Hey Scarl." I grin, and give her a peck on her forehead.

"So what did you do upstairs? Was she a pain in the as*?" I laugh, whispering the last bit.

"No, not really." Quinn giggles. "She's genuinely nice. But she gets too cocky sometimes. I can deal with that though."

I give her a reassuring smile. "Mhm. Happens to all of us."

"You're so beautiful." I tell her, and cup her cheek with my right hand.

She laces her fingers through my other hand. I look down at her and see that her cheeks are flushed in a deep red.

"Why are you blushing, Scarl?" I whisper, my lips are inches from her neck.

"I- I don't know. I'm always like this around you, Dylan." She mumbles.

As I leaned to kiss her, the butler yelled. "Ms. Moira! Do you need all three luggages?"

"Darn stupid GUnThEr." I heard Quinn mutter when I leaned away.

I laugh. "I'll kiss you so much when we get back, that you'll be begging for me to stop."

Her eyes widen and she quickly runs and scrambles in the car.

"LETS GO!" She shouts, making Angelica very confused.

"We are, just wait until Gunther loads the luggages in." She reassures, traces her fingers on the steering wheel.

I walk to the trunk of Johns car and see that Gunther has already put two of the luggages in.

"Do you need help?" I ask.

"Sure, thank you, sir. This one is especially heavy. Ms. Moira probably packed rocks in here!" He chuckles.

"Probably." I smile.

I didn't understand why he was calling me 'sir'. If anything, it should be the opposite.

Perhaps he was just being polite.

"One, two, three." We lift the luggage into the car. It was much heavier than I thought it would be.

"Hey, where's John?" I question, noticing he was gone.

"Mr. Lewis is coming out. He said he needed to use the restroom." Gunther replied, closing the trunk and heading towards the house.

I shrug at Gunther, though he probably couldn't see me, and get into the backseat of the car. Quinn and Angie were in the front seats.

Angie asked me if Gunther had put the luggages in, and I answered yes.

"Then, let's go!" She exclaims.

"WAIT FOR MEEEE!!" We hear John yell, his footsteps running over to us. He opens the trunk and grunts as he tosses the duffel bag in there. It lands with a THUD. He then opens the drivers seat door in a hurry.

"I'm driving." Angie smiles innocently and batts her eyelashes.

"Oh." He pants and closes the door, then comes to the back and gets in. He's a breathing so heavily now.

"Did you run a marathon?" Quinn laughs.

"Yeah. Now let's go please!!" John rolls his eyes, his hand is on his chest, still trying to catch his breath.

Angelicas starts the car and drives the way to Johns house.

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The whole ride here, Quinn was getting texts on her phone and she was whispering them to Angie, and they shared giggles. I was suspicious.

"Hey, what are you two giggling about?" I question, narrowing my eyes at them both as we climb the steps to the house.

"NO STOP! wait here, don't come in." Quinn shouts, holding her hand in a 'stop' signal and Angie stifles a giggle.

"What the hell is going on?" John groans. "These luggages aren't getting lighter. Why don't you have ones on wheels like any normal person?"

Angie looked offended. "Because, it's not stylish to have wheeled suitcases."

"Obviously." John rolls his eyes then grins.

Quinn and Angie hurry into the house and we hear laughs.

"What do you reckon is going on in there?" I ask John, sitting on one of the steps and setting down two of the violet suitcases next to me.

"I don't know." He simply answers and sits next to me.

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It's been 5 minutes. Quinn and Angie still haven't told us to go inside.

"You reckon we should go in?"

"Why do you say 'reckon' so much?" John inquires, dodging my question.

I shrug. "I don't know."

"You sound very Australian when you say it." He snorts.

"I am Australian, whatever do you mean?" My eyebrows furrow.

John bursts out laughing as if it's the worlds funniest joke.

The sun is almost setting, the clouds illuminating a pinkish reddish colour. It's a beautiful view.

Back when I would be on the streets alone, and every time I wanted to give up, sunsets and sunrises always reminded me that I should go on. That I could. That despite all the bad in the world, there was good present too.

I sat there, fiddling with the handle of the suitcase, contemplating whether I should go in the house or not, when three cars honk at us and park themselves infront of Johns house.

Suddenly, the lights in the house go off, and it's especially dark now, as the sun has almost fully set.

"Who?" I beckon my head towards some teenagers. They looked our age. There were more girls than guys, and totally, there was probably 8 people. Yet, the most peculiar thing was... the girls were in pyjamas?

The porch lights turn on, light brightening the dim evening.

"LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!" We hear Quinn and Angie shriek, running outside, they're dressed in wildly mismatched pyjamas.

John and I look at each other, confusion, replaced by realisation painted our faces.

The people entered the house, whooping and dragging bags behind them.

As we heard the door close, John and I both mumbled,

"Holy sh-"

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