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MSSG | DAXTON & DYLAN

daxton: ten bucks

dylan: dude

dylan: just tell her you do. that's an easy ten bucks.

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MSSG | DAXTON & DYLAN

daxton: we bench the same so i'm not sure

dylan: what did she bet you?

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MSSG | DAXTON & DYLAN

daxton: not bad, not bad

daxton: a girl, she bet me that you could bench more than me

dylan: was she right?

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o-grey :

“Is anyone else as excited for Thanksgiving as me? Because i’m about to get fat and happy.”

“Thanksgiving’s never really been a big thing at my house, but I am excited for the week we get off of school.”

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adcmsteele :

–––– “hey this is my second workout for the day, i’m allowed to be tired.” he said with a chuckle as he ran his towel over his face. “alright i’ll spot you, i’d rather you not get crushed anyway.”

“this is only your second? You’re slacking.” it was his first, so he wasn’t serious at all. He actually admired how dedicated Adam was to working out. He definitely needed to get more serious about it if he wanted to be a starter next year. “Thanks, man. I owe you one,”

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rylan ✉ anyone

rylan: settle a bet.

rylan: could i pull off a beard? i say yes, my sister says no.

dylan: the great thing about facial hair is, if you don't like it you can just shave it off.

dylan: try it out. what's the worst that can happen?

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charcolandchaos :

“I really don’t care as long as it’s scary” she told him “ and i did see that they are showing plenty of scaring right now, so you can take your pick when we get there” she told him with a soft smile.

Pulling his phone from his jacket pocket he opened the app he had for the movies and looked through the different horror movies that were playing for the night. “How about the nun? That one starts in thirty minutes.”

Pure horror/Dylan and Cora.

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MSSG | DAXTON & DYLAN

daxton: random question

daxton: how much can you bench?

daxton: i have a bet with someone

dylan: 215, 230 on a good day

dylan: you have a bet? With who?

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“Come on, Adam!” He called out to his friend as he wiped the sweat from his neck. “You can’t be done yet! We still have three more sets to do,” It had been a couple hours of them working out now, but with playoffs just days away he wasn’t taking any short cuts. “At least spot me if you’re not going to do anymore,”

@adcmsteele

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charcolandchaos :

Cora had been lurked up in her bedroom all day studdying and her foster mother, Mrs Grayson …Veronica, gave her some money and practically ordered her to go out and see a movie or do something fun.  She had been on her phone looking at twitter when Dylan tweeted about horror movies and somehow she had ended up inviting herself to go watch with him. Or did he invite her? She wasn’t sure but it didn’t even matter. Either way she found herself on his doorstep a half an hour later, waiting for him to come and open up.

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It took Dylan a few minutes to come to the door after her knock, but eventually he made it. Walking onto the porch and quickly closing it behind him. “Sorry, I couldn’t find my wallet. Though it was now tucked neatly in his back pocket. “Did you figure out what movie you wanted to see?” Dylan didn’t go out to the movies very often, so he wasn’t even sure what was playing at the moment, though there had to be something scary due to how close it was to halloween.

Pure horror/Dylan and Cora.

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unxlimted :

“Did you have a fun halloween?” She said not sure who went to her party or not, a lot of people who showed up ended up being her sister’s friends.

“It was okay,” nothing like the halloween’s that his parents had told him about from their childhood in Mexico, but it also wasn’t the worst Halloween he’d ever had. “Your party was fun,”

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Text: Dylan

Sawyer: My mom isn’t home and won’t be for a while.

Sawyer: Do you wanna hang out?

Sawyer: I don’t wanna be alone

dylan: and do what?

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livvingfree :

“Am I bitchy in the I hate you don’t talk to me way? Or more like the it’s charming you’re true to yourself and care about people kind of way?” She knew she was spoiled but she wouldn’t consider herself mean, just bitchy especially since she’s tried to turn this whole new leaf after driving a girl to have to move a whole state. But what no one knew wouldn’t kill her.

ever since the party they had mutually attended where Dylan drove iris home the two eating lunch together had become quite common. “I think you look bitchy in the first way, but are kind of charming once you get past that,” he shrugged. Dylan honestly didn’t pay too much attention to her around other’s, so he could only speak from his own experiences.

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tabby-catty :

Tabitha always felt slightly ridiculous wearing the bright blue Hollywood Bowl uniform, designed after a 1950′s waitress and clinging to her petite frame as she leaned against the bench at the entrance. “Fifteen bucks for a game or twenty for a double.” She repeated in a monotone voice without even looking up. “Unless you’re here for some fries, in which case I recommend a lot of ketchup.” She added with a small smile as she continued to flip through the magazine laying out in front of her.

“Doesn’t look like you’re working too hard, tab.” Though she never seemed to be, at least not when Dylan came around. “what would your manager say if he knew you were out here taking a quiz about who your next boyfriend will be,” He never read women's magazines, or any magazines at all really, but that’s what they had seemed to be like in movies, and figured that couldn’t be too far off,”

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@corahale: All nights are good for horror marathon @dylanramos

@dylanramos: are you going to join me?

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@dylramos: seems like a good night for a horror movie marathon

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Text: Dylan

Cora: Oh right

Cora: Sorry, I'm horrible with names.

Cora: Guess that topic didn't draw a great picture of me either.

Cora:I swear I'm not always that negative....I hope.

Dylan: no worries

Dylan: I didn’t think that at all, everyone’s allowed to have things they don’t like

Dylan: can I ask who Scott is?