Around twelve years old you met Dylan due to your parents being friends with Dylan’s parents, not the most exciting but it was simple and sweet. Ever since than, you’ve been inseparable from each other constantly hanging out with him, staying at his house when things were bad at your house, you needed each other to breath basically. Constantly there for each other, actually, you two were each others first kiss because you didn’t know or feel any emotions towards girls, so you were best friends.

Your parents never had a good relationship, always fighting about something or someone, never a good day in your house. And maybe Dylan was experiencing those things too, maybe that’s why you got along so well but who knows, you ran to Dylan when they fought and he’d run to you when his parents fought, you’d hold each other until you fell asleep. Until one night, you got sick of it, sneaking into Dylan’s room and asking him to run away with you, and without hesitation, he agreed so you packed your bags, stealing money from your parents and went into Dylan’s parents mini cooper van. And before you knew it, you were on the road, and on the way to Hawaii.

”So, we’re actually do this?” He asked, glancing at you.