Paras: Dylan & Kamala
Dylan smirked to himself as he slipped his phone into his pocket. He knew Kamala liked him, and her deciding she did want to get that drink was just the proof he needed. He had originally promised to stick by Mason at the kissing booth, in case she needed him, but hot girl offering to get drinks with him or sticking around while his best friend kissed a bunch of dudes? Yeah, he was going with the hot girl too. “Hey Mase.” Dylan said, sliding over to her side just as she finished with some guy who had to keep shoving his glasses onto his nose. “Kamala just texted. She asked if I still wanted to buy her a drink. You good with me leaving?” He asked, as Mason’s next customer came forward giving him a suspicious look. “Chill, dude. I’m not jumping the line. If wanted to kiss her I would, we’ve done it plenty of times.” The customer looked scandalized but sat down anyway, giving Dylan a particularly dirty look.
“Behave yourself.”
Shaking his head, Dylan laughed at the comment. “I always behave myself. Text me if you need anything.” He said, as he pulled his phone from his pocket to send Kamala a text letting her know he was on the way.
“You know I will.” He heard Mason respond, as Dylan started towards the far west blockade.
It didn’t take Dylan long to get there, and he spotted Kamala almost immediately. “Kamala, hey. Your hair looks nice. It’s got all those flowers and stuff.” Dylan said, as he approached her. “I was glad to hear from you, I was beginning to think you’d never let me take you out for a drink.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Weirdly enough, this felt a little different than most of the times he’d met up with a hot girl for “drinks.” While Dylan knew it wouldn’t be like that, Kamala was a nice girl and probably would not just let him take her to bed, it still felt different.
@keepingitkamala (with some mention of @smellslikevanishingtorment)