Me and Dylans parents knew each other well, very well infact. So well that they ALWAYS invited the Hoffman’s over and vise versa. Whenever our parents had one another come over we always had to pretend to enjoy being in one another's presence, until it became real and we started enjoying being with one another.

“Dylan!” My mom shouted from downstairs as the doorbell rang “the Albas are here.” I sigh, stuffing my phone into my pocket and exiting my room, making my way downstairs.