(Sorry it's been a while! I have had a bit of writers block and haven't been able to think of what to write)
Dylan and I head downstairs to see a massive pile of presents consisting of all shapes and sizes.
"Here open this next!" My Mom says passing me a present wrapped in blue glittery paper.
As I tear the wrapping apart, I gasp as I see what's inside.
"Oh my god! The new iPhone! Thank you Mom!" I say, hugging her tightly.
"You're welcome sweetie." She replies, pulling away.
We are all caught off-guard when we hear a sudden knock at the door.
I walk towards it and slowly turn the handle, confused as to who could be here in the middle of no where.
The door is now fully open when I see a familiar face.
It's my dad...
(hehe wanted to make yall think it ends there 😏)
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"W- what are you doing here?" I ask.
"Well I'm not going to miss my favourite daughter's 15th birthday am I..?" My dad starts smiling slightly.
Before he says anything else I wrap my arms around him and hug him.
After a few seconds I break the hug. "Thanks Dad, and I'm your only daughter by the way." I say giggling.
"Don't ruin the moment!" He says, slightly rolling his eyes.
"Hey Mr Roger.." Dylan says, earning a slight glare from my Dad.
I nudge him with my elbow as if to say "stop".
"Hello Dylan." He replies. "Are you and my daughter still together?" He sighs.
"Umm yes Sir. We are." Dylan answers.
"Oh alright then." Boone sighs.
"Hey umm, Boone, can we talk privately please?" Bailey asks, walking towards the stairs.
**Writers POV**
"What the hell are you doing!?" Bailey asks, trying to stay quiet so Y/N and the others don't hear.
"What do you mean?" Boone replies.
"Y/N and Dylan are great together, it's the happiest I've ever seen her! Don't you dare break them apart!" Bailey is yelling now.
"Try to stay quiet!" Boone says.
"No, do I look like I care about staying quiet!?" She began.
"I want my daughter to be happy!"
**Your POV again**
I begin to hear muffled yells from above me. They must be in Bailey's room.
Boone rushes down the stairs and walks out the door, slamming it behind him.
Bailey not far behind rushes down with a sad face. "I'm sorry sweetie." She says.
"What was all that about?" I want to know.
"Your father doesn't want you and Dylan together so I told him to get out of this house.." She adds.
"Oh.." I sit down, Dylan soon joining me.
"Hey it's ok." He whispers in my ear, stroking a few strands of hair behind it.