Sorry for not replying to y'alls comments, and being pretty much MIA for the past few days, school's almost over, and all these tests are kicking my bum! Anyways, here's chapter thirty three! The next chapter, and then it's over. Can y'all believe it? I can't. I just want to say thank you to EVERY SINGLE FRIGGEN PERSON who's ever pressed any of these chapters, even if you didn't like the story, read, commented, voted, and simply been a Crylan fan. I love you guys so much, you don't even know! 

Let me stop before I shed a tear, lmao. But if you want to see Dylan and Heather's outfits (which I designed and friggen love!) then I'm gonna post it in my message board, and in the comments section so y'all can click the link. 

Alright Crylan stans, here's the chapter!  Alsoooo, I feel kind of bad. This chapter is basically about me, and it may be boring, so I apologize in advance. This is basically a filler, but I'm positive that you guys are gonna love the end. Sorry again if it's boring and blah!

Last thing, in the multimedia is an actual Chris Travis concert. Gah I love him. Watch if you want to see what I was trying to describe.

- Keiana

 Chapter Thirty Three


Dylan Bernice Anthony


Honey, Heather and I were taking a day trip to USC to get things set up for college. It was about an hour away from my house, and I could head home to Jenine and Robert any time I wanted to. Thank God, I couldn’t be that far from them.

“Do you like the apartments?” Heather questioned as we walked along the crowd of students.

“Yeah, they’re really nice. I love it. We just need to finalize everything and get our stuff in it. I'm just focused on tonight though." Heather and I were going to see one of my favorite rappers, Chris Travis perform in downtown LA tonight. Honey wanted to go with us, but there was gonna be so much drugs, and everyone wasn't going to be aware of a two month pregnant teenage girl. If I wasn't in love with Chris, I would definitely try to get in one night with Chris Travis. He was just so fine! Not finer than my nigga though. Chris Travis was just a trill Southern nigga, and he was delicious.

"I hate that I can't go with you guys." Honey pouted and hopped into the backseat of my car. We were going to get a hotel room for us, and then we were gonna go out to dinner, go back to the hotel, get ready for the concert, have an amazing time, do a lot of drugs, head back to the hotel, and then head back to LA. Then two days after we head back home we graduate. Our whole lifes’ we were preparing for this moment, and now it was here. High school was finally over, and I couldn't believe it. It seems like I was just packing my stuff and moving to LA yesterday, and now I was about to go to college. Shit was moving too fast.

"Sorry baby momma, you and mini Chink have to stay home. Next time my love." I laughed as I pulled out of the parking spot my BMW was sitting pretty in.

"Damn, I'm not even a mom yet and I'm limited. Next time though."

We pulled off of the USC campus, and followed the flow of traffic until we found a hotel. We were gonna just find a motel since we weren't going to be here for long, but Robert insisted that we stay in a hotel, and he was gonna pay for it. Shit, if he was paying I wasn't complaining. We found a Four Seasons and checked in to our two bed suite.

“Ah, this is so comfy.” Honey sighed as she jumped into her bed.Heather and I were gonna share ours because it was big enough, and the baby momma needed a bed to herself.

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