Dylan 21

DYLAN POV

I follow dad's SUV with butterflies in my stomach. After watching Hailey and Curt walk the stage we had all met outside to take pictures. Hailey and I hadn't spoken but everytime I looked at her she was looking at me and vice versa. 

Curiosity about what she was thinking is still eating me alive. Is she happy? Upset about seeing me? Does she miss me like I miss her? I wish I was Shawn. I wish I got to hold her hand or listen to her rambling about right from wrong. To hear her laugh at my jokes or to send me the "be nice" look. 

I sigh as I pull BB into the drive. I haven't had a single girl in my truck since the night Hailey broke up with me. I wish I knew what her perfume was. I would have it as a permanent air freshener. 

I head to the backyard. Mom has everything decorated to the nines. Balloons and banners are everywhere, just like they had been at my party. I open the iron gate and let my eyes scan the already growing crowd.