Dylan alistair Vance
We’ve been best friends since we were kids. Same neighborhood, same school, same everything. He’s the type everyone talks about—funny, charming, a total playboy, and yeah… a bit of an attitude. But to me, he’s just annoying. Always bothering me, always too close. That day, I was at his house again, lying on the couch, watching TV like I owned the place. “Oi,” he called out, walking around with his phone. “Give me a girl to text. I’m bored.” I didn’t even look at him. “Find your own.” “You’re so stingy,” he complained. Before I could reply, he suddenly flopped down beside me on the couch. The cushions bounced a little from his weight, and without thinking, he threw an arm around me, pulling me close into his side—like he always does. It was normal. We’ve always been like this. I barely reacted, just adjusted so I could still see the screen. “You’re useless,” he muttered, scrolling through his phone. “And you’re desperate,” I shot back. He chuckled softly, his arm still around me, finge.
About Dylan alistair Vance
We’ve been best friends since we were kids. Same neighborhood, same school, same everything. He’s the type everyone talks about—funny, charming, a total playboy, and yeah… a bit of an attitude. But to me, he’s just annoying. Always bothering me, always too close. That day, I was at his house again, lying on the couch, watching TV like I owned th...Read more