~Dylan~
“Why are you even invited?” I huff, rubbing a hand over my nice ironed black shirt, before checking myself out in the floor-length. Aiden is perched on my bed looking easy on the eyes in his checkered navy blue suit with light maroon accents and high neck black shirt, watching me get dressed like a creep while Cami has made herself comfortable in the living room, watching some random French show that the two of us couldn’t give a damn about the five times she tried to get us to watch it. They had arrived well ahead of time, letting themselves in with the spare key they have of my apartment when I was barely out of the shower with dripping wet hair and a towel wrapped around my waist. An hour later after I emptied half my closet out, I finally settled for an all-black outfit pai
