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We'll try to write longer chapters, but we can't promise anything :D

pupledolphin1: thank you for your review ,the story is written from Dylan's POV so we only know what she's thinking, but anyway thanks for your advice and yeah, we actually think it's weird they don't have a couple name... What about Dyvan? ;)

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Amy & Kiara

I made my way over to the door, opened it and the SHE was.

"Mum?!", I asked in disbelieve.

"Hey sweetie I'm back!", she exclaimed happily.

"Yeah, I can see t-th-that but, why...why the hell are you he-here?", to say I was confused was, considering me being really drunk, the understatement of the year.

"I have to crash here...", she told me, then she asked: "Why are you that drunk? Because of a guy? What's his name?"

I think it's the appropriate moment to tell you, my mother is kinda unconventional. Hippy-like, always new guy – I wonder how she stayed with my dad that long – oh, and she does drugs, not the hard ones, she's just baking her special cookies when she feels like doing it. Well, where was I?

'Sh**! I'm caught. She knows me to well.', I thought, "No, it's..."

"Dylan?"

"Well,..., yeah,..., kinda...", that was it. She got to her top form right away.

"Name? Age? Where do you know him from? Is he hot? And most important: Do I know him?", in my current state I wasn't able to follow her flow of words, I just looked at her jumping figure.

'Sometimes I think I shouldn't have introduced her to Toby – they're too much alike in personality.'

"Ok mum come in before you wake up any neighbors.", I said, drew her in and closed the door. My mother looked at me in anticipation of me telling her everything.

"Fine...his name's Evan.", I admitted.

"Your boss?", at that statement my already red cheeks – caused by the alcohol – got even redder.

"Aha I knew it! Toby told me something like this.", she explained, "What does he think about you?"

"Mum!", I cried.

"What?"

'Ok, Dylan calm down...breathe, in and out, in and out.'

"Don't know but I actually think he likes someone else...", I told her

"Ha! You think, you don't know for sure!", she shrieked.

"Mum! Let me sleep now. We'll talk tomorrow.", I said and walked to my bedroom.

The next morning I woke, something warm laying next to me.

"Mum?!", shocked I sat up and felt a piercing pain in my head. Mumbling I stood on my feet, "You know I have a guest room, mum?" I stayed pretty quiet, compared to my earlier outbreak, holding one hand up to my head. But it didn't seem to interest my mother.

"Ooooohhh! Is my baby having a hangover?", holding her arms up to hug me she walked up to me and pressed me to her chest. Painfully I released myself from her embrace.

"Mum!"

"You know, before I met your dad I had one nearly every morning. You just have to drink until you're feeling numb. Oh, and cookies of course. Cookies always help...you know the special ones."

"Mum!", I said a third time this morning. I looked at her with a look that told her "no daughter wants to know THAT about their mother", but she just shrugged her shoulders. I didn't want to dig in my mothers past, because that would have traumatized me, so I walked to the kitchen, made myself a coffee and took an aspirin.

'Damn, I have to go to work with a hangover! How should I do this? I just hope Evan won't notice...that would be more than embarrassing. If he would met my mother, well, then I would die'

You know I love my mum, she's absolutely sweet, but she's hitting on every guy under the age of 35...

"Dylan, sweetie! I actually wondered for quite some, what you're doing for a living. Can I come to work with you?"

And here we go...

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Amy & Kiara