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Dylan is a boy. Taylor is a girl. Dylan is a skater style fashion freak. Taylor is a rich and popular ballerina. Dylan is funny, nice, passionate, and he's different. Taylor is rude, prissy, bitchy and is like every other girl.

I am, according to Dylan, the better version of her. I've always been friends with them both, maybe that's why I'm on the outer edge of my friends, because none of the girls like him. They think Dylan is a loser, that is style is weird and he dresses like a hobo. I, however, dream of being as stylish as him. It's what i admire about him, besides his drive and passion for becoming a designer. It's all he talks about, becoming a designer and starting a brand. Atleast it was all he could talk about until sophomore year when he kissed Taylor in a game of truth or dare, ever since he has been infatuated with the stuck up brat named Taylor Graves. The entire year loves her, he was supposed to be different. But i guess he is just a man, drawn in by her pretty face and slicked back up-dos. Me, on the other hand, boys find my baggy jeans and messy hair a turn off, making it impossible to find a BF. I guess being friends with Taylor and her gang helps a little, and everyone of us is a ballerina, but i don't fit in like them. I don't mind it though, I prefer Dylan and his friends.

Dylan and I have been bestfriends pre-k. We're really close, we have inside jokes like how every year i get him Calvin Klein underwear for his birthday because they're his favourite brand. The only thing he doesnt know about me is that there's tiny part of my heart that is reserved for him once he gets over Taylor. Fortunately, it passed fast after he asked her to the HOCO and she rejected him infront of everyone.

I woke up to an alarm, accidentally hitting Dylan in the face. He groaned making me sit up. "Fuck it's 8!" I jumped out of Dylan's bed, grabbing an old pair of jeans with my signature lace bow tied on. Dylan sat up.

"Shit"