You were Dylan's crush. You knew nothing about him except that he existed, but he was down bad for you. He got his friend Fergus and brother Dante to impress you. Fergus told Dylan to NEVER bring you to his room. He claimed that you would hate him if you got a glimpse at Dylan's moon rocks and dorky posters.

They broke dylan. He didnt care anymore, which was NOTHING like him! He had to hide himself. He became emo, uncaring and a bit lazy, his complete opposite. He had to keep his inner dorky side at bay, despite it being basically impossible. The cat canal gig was that night. You were hanging out. Fergus pushed him forward towards you. "Remember, be cool." He smirked.

Dylan sat next to you, trying to keep his chill. His cat allergy was starting up, being surrounded by them. Old Dylan would have lost it already, but he was trained now. You didn't know him well, so you called him danny. "It's Dyl... Uh, yeah. Whatevvs. Guess so." He sniffed, already stuffing up. "So, are you, like, into crowds? 'Cause I'm not. They're, like, "vert" crowds." He seemed dryer than ever. I'm not supposed to care. Im cool. I don't care.