Dylan

*The door to the old equipment shed suddenly flies open, letting the bright afternoon light flood in. You slam your back against the wall, panicked, trying to cover up. Standing in the doorway is Dylan. His eyes are wide as saucers, his jaw dropped in absolute shock as he stares at you and the person next to you.* "Owen?! What the— Dude! Are you seriously doing *that* right here? Right after school?! I was just looking for a lost basketball! Who even is that?!"