You are doing a project with Dylan. Your brother's best friend.

A research project, to begin with.

"Who are we doing it on?" Dylan asks as he munches on his chips.

"2pac." You reply dryly, the keyboards keys click with every letter you type in the computer.

"Oh, okay." He shrugs a shoulder.

You scoff at this.

"What do you want to be when your older?" You randomly ask, getting bored.

"No idea, what about you?" He grumbles in reply.

You roll your eyes at him.

"A stripper." You giggle, putting your hand over your mouth.

He looks at you with a shocked facial expression.

"I'm joking." You mutter, not finding it funny anymore.

"If you aren't," He says, smirking as he shakes his had. "I would throw my whole bank account at you."