The Bad Boy's Girl

35- Birthday Part 2

"My brothers." I said, realizing that I just called Kyle my brother. Which, he basically is.

Everyone nods, understanding.

"So... you came all this way to tell me something you could've said over the phone?" Dylan questions.

I hold up the black bag that is still in my hand.

I walk over to where he is sitting and I hand him the bag.

"Happy birthday, Dyl." I said as I give him a small hug and I walk over to where I was standing before.

"You did not have to get me anything, you shouldn't have." Dylan said, looking at the bag in front of him.

"Open it." I said.

Dylan smiles before slowly taking the white tissue paper out.

As he took out another piece, his jaw dropped.

"No..." he says in disbelief.

I smile.

"You didn't." He says, continuing to remove the white paper.

His jaw drops.

"Kaytlyn, you didn't!" He exclaims.

"What is it?" Darren questions.

Dylan picks up the jacket out of the bag.

Everyone made their own, surprised sound.

"Kaytlyn, how did you... where did you... what?!" Dylan says excitedly.

He stands up and puts it on.

"An absolutely, perfect fit!" Dylan exclaims.

I smiled at him as he walked over and brought me into a huge hug.

"Thank you so much!" He says.

"No problem, I didn't think it to be such a big deal." I say, slightly laughing.

He lets go of me and looks right at my eyes.

"It's expensive, and it means a lot to me that you would spend so much money and time to find this." He tells me.

I smiled at him.

"You can't put a price on friendship." I said.

"Not now, you've gone over the limit." Dylan jokes.

We all laughed, and I looked over at Hunter.

He was slightly, very slightly, letting out a breathy chuckle.

But he just barely was.

I gave him a questioning look.

But we were interrupted by Darren.

"Kay, do you wanna stay for some cake? We would really like that."

I smiled but then said,

"Sorry, but I should probably be getting home."

"Oh come on, you can't just bring me a ten thousand dollar jacket and leave." Dylan says sarcastically, although I knew he was somewhat serious.

"Please tell me that was not ten thousand dollars." Darren begged.

"No, of course it wasn't." I assured him.

"But actually, Kay, will you stay for a bit?" Dylan asked, with a look in his eyes that was saying pleaaaaase.

I sighed in defeat before answering.

"Just for a little bit though, and I'm not having cake."

"Oh why not, it's good." Darren tells me.