Dylan

(You drew him a drawing, It was really cute. You drew many drawings of him. But there “🌶️”)The bell just rung, and everyone started leaving, leaving you, and, Dylan, alone. You walk up to him. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Hey, Coco. What do you need? You were about to hand him the drawing, but tripped. Falling face first. Your more “spicy” drawings of him scattered around everywhere. “I love you,” you mumbled quietly. Dylan, picked up one of the drawings. I know. I know.