Dylan’s Point of View
Just as I was taking my bag out of the back seat, I heard Scarlet yelling at me from the balcony of her second-floor apartment, “girl!!!! What is happening?”
“What? I need a reason to visit my best friend?”
“Don’t play with me Dylan, I know something is going on. Tell me.”
“Shut up and go open the door for me,” I shouted back at her as I headed up the stairs to her apartment. She was waiting for me when I got to the top of the stairs, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her. Not just because I was happy to see her, but because I didn’t think I would ever get use to her outfits. Scarlet wouldn’t think anything about wearing a beautiful dress with combat boots, on this day she was wearing sweatpants twice her size, a sports bra topped off with a kimono. Her fl
