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* // &. spencer

after a long first night in chicago, several bodies were spread about the airbnb. some passed out drunk, while others — namely, elodie — had gone to bed completely sober and at a decent time. spencer’s phone read 3:15am, but for some reason he couldn’t find his way to sweet dreaming. a cigarette might fix that, he thought. pushing himself off the couch, he navigated through the dark until he was at the balcony door. he stepped out into the brisk air and stuck a hand in his pocket to pull out his pack of menthols. putting one to his lips, he fumbled for his lighter when something — no, someone — caught his attention. “ shit, dude, ” he said, spotting dillon. “ i wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out here so late. ” finally lighting the cigarette, he extended the pack to the other boy, raising his eyebrows as if they asked the question for him.

Dillon still wasn't quite used to the alcohol fulled nights, and at about 1am had found his head in the toilet, wondering if that 10th tequila shot really WAS a good idea. After his bathroom fiasco, Dillon crawled out to the balcony, and sat on the nearest chair, to get some fresh air into his lungs. Dillon then drifted off into a gentle sleep, until he was RUDELY awoken by Spencer. It was a nice surprise to see Spencer, Dillon was really starting to grow on Spencer as a person, especially as Spencer had been teaching Dillon how to be fun. As Spencer offered the cigarette, Dillon hesistated, but in the spirit of being fun, he took one, and looked down at it in his hand. "How do I do it?" Dillon asked, sheepishly. "Do i have to suck or blow?"

#☆.。.:*・[ spencer ]#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]

* // &. sofia

as sofia’s hues fell upon dillon, she felt a wide grin form onto her face almost instantly. whenever she looked out her bedroom window back at home, he would always be there for her – especially since he was sat at his desk, studying 24/7. “no.. of course you’re not. i just thought you were someone else.” she laughed softly, watching laila’s eyes beam and tail wag at a swift pace. she was practically obsessed with dillon– sofia had no doubt that he was laila’s favourite. “dillon.. it’s been 3 months.. is that really forever?? seems like you miss me quite a lot.” she teased. “im kidding.. of course i miss our window chats. it’s so weird looking out my window and not seeing you there anymore..” sofia smiled, reflecting back to those years herself. “anyways, everything is good!! moving out wasn’t as hard as i thought and my roommate addie is super nice!!” she paused for a moment and raised a brow, curious as to how dillon was doing. she genuinely cared about him and knew more than any one, how hard working he was when it came to studies. “what about you? how’s life for the soon-to-be physician?”

Dillon smiled as Sofia spoke, it was so nice to finally see her again. He had always found her to have a very positive attitude, and it always rubbed off on Dillon, even when they communicated via written methods, across the street. She was just an amazing person. "We have so much to catch up on! I saw an ice cream stand earlier, let me treat you to a ice cream." Dillon smiled again to her, and lead the way to the ice cream stand, ready to catch up with one of his closest friends.

#we stan a rushed finish x #☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ sofia ]

* // &. christian

“I’m not shouting at you or losing my temper,” Christian rebutted, shifting the argument to everyone’s favorite – whether or not they were actually arguing. Everything Dillon said only further pissed him off. “Are you even fucking listening to me, dude? Why are you asking me if I can drive? I’ve told you like ten times already that I can. With all your groaning about me being ‘mad,’ you sure aren’t trying to make me not mad.” Did that even make sense? Christian’s annoyance was definitely starting to progress toward anger now.

Dillon sighed and shook his head. He sensed that this conversation would just carry on in a circle, and didn't fancy a black eye, or any more vicious words from Christian. "Okay Christian. You win. I'm sorry." Dillon was absolutely CRUSHED and defeated. He knew this argument was over, and had no interest in staying near someone as TOXIC and mean as Christian. Dillon stood up from the seat, and managed to squeeze in betweem Sofia and Gianna. It was clear things were far from over between Christian and Dillon, but the van trip wasn't the place to finish it.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ christian ]

* // &. gianna

After another 20 minutes of trying to decipher pictures and translate French instructions, Gianna looked at their now built tent with pride. She let out an excited squeal and jumped up and down like a child for a minute before she laughed and looked over at Dillon. “Talk about easy work, am I right? They could’ve atleast made it a little challenging for people on our intellectual level,” she teased with a grin before sitting down on the floor in front of the tent. “I think we deserve a drink, or seven, after all that work,” she suggested, glancing over at Dillon with a suggestive look. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t agree to anything of the nature without a little lot of convincing. “C’mon, it’ll be fun and I know that deep, deep, deep down, you want to aswell.”

Dillon dusted his hands off on his jeans and laughed along with Gianna. While Dillon normally would outright refuse any alcoholic beverage, this was the summer for habits to be broken. Dillon trusted Gianna to notdo anything too outrageous, and besides, how bad could alcohol REALLY be? "I guess, seeing as we are truly academic geniuses, maybe one victory drink won't hurt..." Dillon hesitated as he spoke. He had heard so many horror stories involving alcohol, did he really want to take the risk? Dillon nodded his head, as if to re-iterate what he had said previously. "Let's do it. What do we drink?" Dillon was completely new to this, he didn't know what was good, or what was bad, Gianna was his guide.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ gianna ]

* // &. christian

Oh my god. Christian couldn’t believe his ears, but one look at Dillon’s hurt expression, and he knew he was correct. Dillon was really hitting him with feelings of all things. The discomfort that clawed at Christian’s skin only made him angrier. He hated the chord of pity Dillon’s pathetic questions struck in him, and he hated how his small bark had suddenly sparked cinema-level drama. “Oh, shut up, Dylan, I don’t hate you. I just told you to stay in your fucking lane, it’s not like I threatened to hit you with the fucking van.”

Dillon had always found that he and Christian didn't get along very well at all, and the situation they now found themselves in proved that there was definitely an underlying reason for them to not be getting along, as such a small comment managed to escalate into a one-sided shouting match. Dillon looked behind at everyone sleeping behind them, and realised that his prior spot had been taken, so he was effectively stuck in the seat next to Christian, at least until someone else woke up and moved. "Whatever Christian." Dillon looked at the boy next to him, noticing the stern look on his face and the concentrated anger. Maybe Christian really WAS okay to drive, or maybe Dillon was just desperate to defuse the situation. "If I agree with you will you FINALLY stop shouting at me and losing your temper? If you say you can drive, I believe you."

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ christian ]

( @spenceco // spencer )

Dillon had been watching Spencer for the majority of the week that they had been camping, but found himself too nervous to approach the boy, in case he embarrassed himself. Spencer was the exact sort of boy that Dillon needed to coach him into having more fun in life. The way Spencer acted and behaved was very cheeky and MISCHEVIOUS, just like how Dillon wished he was himself. After hyping himself up for a few minutes, he finally walked over to Spencer. "Hey." Dillon paused for a few moments as he looked at Spencer stood before him. He hadn't rehearsed this at all. What an utter CATASTROPHE. "Please friendly with me?" Dillon smiled, and then listened back to what he had just said. "I mean can we, do you wanna..." Dillon felt himself going red. This was not how he planned this situation at all. He finally managed to blurt out a simple "Let's chill." and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, finishing with "Or, whatever, I guess." Dillon felt that he had ruined it already, and got ready to be mocked, possibly for the rest of his life.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ spencer ]

* // &. christian

Christian would have taken any response from Dillon over the one he delivered – reason. The calm, rational demeanor while he told Christian how he oh so clearly felt just made the entire response that more condescending. “Dillon, you ass, will you just shut the fuck up already and let me drive? I’m not going to crash the fucking van, I’m not a fucking idiot, and you don’t need to tell me what to do just because I don’t have a stick up my ass all the time like you.”

Dillon could feel the anger radiating from Christians body, especially as he spoke those HARSH words. The tension between the two young men was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, and Dillon was ready for the ground to just swallow him whole. He had never expected such a negative reaction, just for trying to keep his friends safe. He felt his lip QUIVERING as he tried to figure out how to respond to Christian. Dillon could feel tears welling up, and took a breath, to ensure he didn't give Christian the satisfaction of tears. He could always cry himself to sleep later. "Christian..." Dillon paused as he tried to figure out what to say to defuse the situation. "Why are you taking everything I say and twisting it to make it sound bad? I just wanted you to be safe. Why do you hate me?" Dillon looked out the windows at the passing trees, wishing that the van was a bit less cramped.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ christian ]

* // &. christian

Dillon’s judgmental chuckle only further grated Christian’s nerves. There was something beyond the thinly constructed n*rd boy persona that Christian couldn’t quite articulate, but it infuriated him anyway. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m just sitting here, and you took the front seat specifically to criticize me. I’m awake, and I’m driving, so why don’t you and your blankie go finish your nap?”

Dillon shook his head as Christian SNAPPED at him. The sudden outburst came as a bit of a surprise to Dillon, as he wasn't expecting such a hostile response. His mouth fell ajar as he tried to muster a reply. Dillon didn't want to back down and seem weak, but he also didn't want his face SMASHED off the dashboard. After a brief pause, he eventually replied to Christian. "Christian, why are you always so hostile? You're clearly tired and grouchy, so I'm not letting you crash this van, whether you care about us or not." Dillon finished his sentence with a quieter voice than when he first started. He just wanted to make sure everyone on the van was safe. People he cared about.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ christian ]

* // &. sofia

with her hand secured on the lilac portable dog crate, sofia slowly set it down on the campside grounds, zipping it open instantly. the girl was definitely not surprised to see her 3 year-old pomeranian, laila – practically leaping straight into her arms. “laila!!” she laughed before snatching a bone-shaped dog treat and holding it above the dog. “sit..” sofia commanded the dog, who had followed her demand in almost no time. “aww, you’re such a good girl!!” sofia grinned, ruffling her hands in laila’s fur coat while her eyes beamed up with joy in the process. before sofia could even give the second command, laila had rushed past her and towards the figure standing on their right. following a soft huff, sofia ran after the pomeranian – picking her up by the figures feet. “uh– sorry… she loves meeting new people.”

Dillon had been exploring the campsite, browsing through the list of activities that had been provided to the group upon arrival,when he heard a noise, and looked up, noticing a friendly familiar face come bounding towards him. He looked down as Laila reached his feet, and went to pick her up but found the dog SNATCHED away by unknown hands. He looked up, noticing it was Sofia. "So I'm a new person am I?" Dillon chuckled as he looked back to Laila, who was now resting gently in her owner's arms. He offered Laila a stroke on her head, and then went back to talking to Sofia. "I didn't know you were bringing along my favourite furry friend!" Dillon bent down to give Laila a kiss, and then wiped his cheek after she had licked it. Dillon looked back to Sofia, and sighed. "It's been forever since you moved out! How have you been finding things? Do you miss our lttle window chats?" He finished with a cheeky grin, reminiscing back to the years before.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ sofia ]

* // &. gianna

Gianna couldn’t help but laugh at Dillon. “The title of masters of nature sounds pretty good to me.” The girl watched him as began to figure out the instructions. Their first attempt at building it was extremely laughable. Why would the tent poles go anywhere except for inside the actual tent? “A Scout Leader with a medical degree who is also a master of nature? That sounds pretty damn impressive to me.” With a smile, Gianna stood up and picked up the other side of the pole. She glanced around quickly and chuckled. “How is it that we’re the only ones who haven’t managed to build this tent? We’ve been here for an hour already. I think Sofia will be disappointed when she finds out how long it took us to build it, if we manage to actually build it that is.”

Dillon laughed at Gianna, and began feeding the pole through the tent, with her help. "What can I say, I'm an impressive guy!" He laughed again, just as they finished feeding through the first pole. "Honestly, if Sofia asks, we're saying we were the fastest." He looked around at the perfectly erected tents, shaking his head at how pathetic their crumpled tent looked compared to their friends. Dillon picked up the second pole that was on the floor. There was a fierce determination in his face as he began to work with the second pole. "This is OUR time to prove Sofia wrong. Lets build this tent!" Dillon finished his last expression with added enthusiasm, ready to take this challenge head on.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ gianna ]

* // &. christian

Christian would normally joke back that he in fact did not care about seeing the summer through, but that was the second time Dillon made a comment like that – like he knew anything about Christian. They were barely acquaintances, and there was nothing Christian hated more than assumptions based on his image or front. “What’s your damage, pretty boy? If you wanted to drive the van so damn bad, you should have volunteered, don’t just take the backseat driver spot.”

Dillon laughed and shook his head. "I don't know why you always want to fight someone, I'm just saying if you're the one driving, can you at least do it carefully?" Dillon finished talking and glanced down at his phone, noticing that he had no signal. "We're in the middle of nowhere, so if you DID end up crashing, we would be screwed. Maybe before you jump at getting angry, think rationally." Dillon looked down at his phone, wishing he had never got up to talk in the first place. Confrontation was NOT Dillon's thing. Maybe it would be better if the van did crash, just so he could escape this situation.

#sorry im late LUV x #☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ christian ]

* // &. gianna

Gianna groaned in frustration, before throwing the instructions down on the ground and lying down alongside them. “This has got to be the most complicated thing I think I’ve ever done,” she complained as she glanced down at the hot mess that was supposed to be their tent. There were pieces in places they shouldn’t of been and neither of them had any idea of what was going on. “I took French in high school for years and I still don’t understand what these instructions are telling us to do - even the pictures make no sense ” the girl sighed before sitting up and looking over at Dillon, completely defeated. “Maybe we should’ve listened to Sofia when she told us not to do it without her, she’s the one who’s good at building this shit,” she said, giving the “tent” a small kick. “Do you have any idea of how to fix this mess because I refuse to listen to Sofia say ’ I told you so ’ and I’m also not sleeping in that van again tonight.”

Dillon looked at the peg in his hand, and then let it fall to the floor, ontop of the crumpled tent. With a sigh, he looked at Gianna. "You're right. This is awful. I'm not letting Sofia be right, though. This is our chance to become TRUE masters of nature." Dillon laughed as he spoke, and then picked up the crumpled instructions. "Right." He paused as he glanced over the instructions again. "Oh, see, we forgot to actually..." Dillon paused again as he looked around the floor, and then picked up the folded tent poles on the floor. "These have to go INSIDE the tent." Dillon unfolded one of the tent poles so that it was at its full length. He placed it on the floor, and did the same with the second pole. "See? This outdoorsy stuff is a piece of cake. Maybe I could become a Scout Leader after college." Dillon laughed and picked up one side of the pole that was on the floor. "Help me with this, please" he said, looking to Gianna.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ gianna ]

* // &. christian

Fuck straws. Yeah, there was the whole thing with the environment, but more importantly they fucked Christian over when he drew the short straw to decide who had the night shift driving the van. He was no early bird, but at this hour even Christian felt the drowsiness settling in, and his eyelids started to droop as he drove. Would anyone notice if he started blasting music to stay awake?

Dillon found that he was struggling to get any sleep whilst on the cramped van, and had taken to watching Christian as he drove, but found himself becoming increasingly agitated as he noticed Christians constant drowsiness. Dillon stood himself up and walked over the the vacant seat beside Christian, and sat on the cool leather seat. Dillon then said, in a harsh tone, "If you're gonna be driving us, could you at least TRYto make sure we all make it there alive? I know you probably don't care, but I do want to see this summer through." Dillon turned back to face the road as he finished talking, pondering on how much longer was left of this leg of the journey.

#☆.。.:*・[ dillinteract ]#☆.。.:*・[ christian ]

howdy team!! my name is alex and this right here is dillon so come on down and find out more !! please dont be shy if you wanna plot get @ me! xo

( nick robinson, cismale, he/him/his ) it’s everyone’s fav, DILLON HUGHES! they are TWENTY-ONE and major in MEDICINE, and the group knows they're CONSIDERATE and ENERGETIC, but also COWARDLY and RECLUSE. they’ve got a big personality for the mix, so watch out in the close quarters this summer!

#wbintro.#☆.。.:*・[ dillOOC ]

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