A/N: I felt like updating again. Just want to say thank you for the people who read, review, favourite and alert. And a special thankyou to Momo16 for reviewing on every chapter, means a lot.

Cecilia

"Being grounded is a good thing" I tell Dylan sitting down next to him on the bed. "Because you're going to break it and that will piss my dad off, and that will start the whole operation off" I smile at him.

He's staring out the window, looking like he's going to burst out crying.

I stroke his hair automatically, my hand acting before my mind can digest it.

And then he cries. His pale blue eyes darkening in contrast, tears coursing streaks down his face, like raindrops falling down a window, steadily and slow.

Despite all, I hold him as he lets it out.

We don't talk about that night for the rest of the week; we just focus on the competition and the operation. Seeing him cry like that made me angry, because whoever he had picked a fight with upset him greatly, so much that he let me see him like that, and comfort him.

"What's wrong?" Chelsea asks me looking at me through the mirror with which she was styling my hair.

"Nothing" I say glancing back at Dylan who was lying across Chelsea's bed talking to Starr sitting on the desk chair. He grins back at me when he spots me looking at him, I exchanged one back.

We had been getting on good terms since that night, you could almost call us friends. Even when he does go, I'll still stay in touch with him, who else would never stop trying to beat me?

Right now, we were all going out partying, the classic Friday night.

When I was a kid I spent it with my family watching movies and eating popcorn, that was until I reached the age when hanging out with your parents was not considered cool and then I reached the age when you just wanted to go out and have some fun.

Plus the Friday family nights just seemed too corny by then.

Dylan was still grounded and was breaking the curfew rule. I told my dad the lie I tell him almost every Friday night that I was staying at Chelsea's which was technically true, so really it wasn't that much of a lie.

"Dyl can you do mine while I do Starr's makeup or do her makeup?" Chelsea ask's him as she finished curling my hair.

"Makeup it's easier"

"It is?" Starr asked him.

"Are you saying you're an expert?" I gasp.

"I'm an expert in everything" Dylan boasts.

"Oh yeah, if you are what is 66 times by 66 on the spot?"

"Um-"

"It's 4356" Chelsea says.

"How the heck did you know that?" Dylan asks.

"I'm an expert" Chelsea shrugs making us laugh.

"Fuck yous" Dylan chuckles.

I can't help but watch Dylan apply the makeup to Starr, neither can Chelsea. Dylan doesn't realise he has an audience, like when he danced.

I like the fact that he would get so carried away with one thing that he forgot about the outside world.

"What?" Dylan asks when he turned around to catch us all watching him.

"You" Chelsea inclines her head. "You're so delicate and precise, like it's really important, well I guess, like a professional does it"

"Not from expertise" I hold a finger up to stop him from answering. "Like you're born to do it"

Dylan took a step back holding his hands up. "You guys are scaring me, I'm just going to take a very slight step towards the door, towards a phone and-"

We cut his words off as we jump him, pinning him to the floor tickling every available spot that we can get to.

His yelling and were giggling and I suppose from an outsider it could look really wrong- so I don't blame the looks of the guys faces when they walk through the door.

"What's with the new guy that the three girls that don't put out will gangbang for?" Freddie jokes.

We just laugh.