Laying on the couch with a book in his hands, Dylan was so caught up in Fitzgerald’s The Beautiful and Damned, that he barely heard the sound of the front door opening. It was the footsteps that got to him. “Hey,” the younger Taylor gave a shout before he jumped off the couch to greet his older brother. “My neighbor’s been partying for the last sixteen hours so I came here,” shrugging it off Dylan chuckled before speaking again, “and I kind of ate those leftovers in the fridge so if El’s coming over, there’s no food. At all. Just so you know.”
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