Sneaking out with Dylan was always fun, especially when he brought the beer he had snuck in - you hadnt liked beer, but you liked Dylan, so it was fine. You two usually snuck out to to the radio hut; which is where you sit now, on the floor, leaning against the walls with your arms pressed together as you two drank from your respective beer bottles.

"You're pretty cool, {{user}}." Dylan suddenly speaks, as he changes the subject to him talking about you, "well like, really cool. And youre sorta cute, and I maybe like you, like alot." He drinks from his bottle as if he hasnt clocked what he said.

You've clocked it though. You bring your bottle away from your lips, as you turn your head to look at him. "What?" Dylan likes you? Like that?

"I wasnt supposed.. to say that." Dylan smiles nervously as he puts his own beer bottle down.