Dylan DeLoughrey
Dylan wasn’t at home that much, not this one at least. Because of his classes and all the traveling he had to do, he got an apartment near his college and would spend most of his time there. Whenever he could, whenever he could take a break, he would come back home to be with his family and luckily that’s what he was doing now. Having Jessica over for dinner after so many years wasn’t something he wanted to miss. He knew his mother has seen Jessica multiple times by now but not the rest of his family. He didn’t want to miss their reactions - the girl basically lived with them before she left.
Dylan was also excited about the little plan they’ve come up with that morning. It wasn’t because he liked Jessica and wanted to see his mother’s reaction if they ever started dating, because he didn’t, he was just tired of those endless “You would be such a lovely couple” conversations. Especially when he felt like she was a part of the family. So to make Davina think she got what she wanted would be hilarious and it would add some spice to the dinner that would otherwise be… boring. What do you do at dinners? Eat and talk about life? Yes, boring, exactly.
It wasn’t that long after his mother and siblings left that he heard a doorbell ring, making him look away from the book that was in front of him to his phone, to check the time. It was too early for them to be back and they would just come in, but as it continued for a couple more minutes he realized who it must’ve been. So with a slight smirk on his face, he let Jessica struggle to enter the house as he closed the book and pushed it to the side.
Soon, he heard the door opening and her voice, making him playfully roll his eyes at every narrated move she made. With that, he got up and made his way downstairs right as she entered the kitchen, jokingly gasping at her last words. “You can do anything but don’t touch those smoothies.” Moving to stand in front of her, he had a very serious expression on his face that quickly changed into a huge grin as he pulled her in for a hug. “I was quite enjoying your doorbell performance, you know?” He joked, laughing lightly before letting her go and turning to open the cupboard with glasses. “How does it feel to be in this house again?” Grabbing two glasses, he placed them down and glanced at her with curiosity in his eyes.
“Anddd… What do you want to drink? Before you help me prepare the food since you’re early.” Emphasizing the word early so it seems like he was complaining, a playful smile appeared on his lips. “Or you can just come up with a plan for tonight, whatever you’d like. You’re the guest after all.”