Dylan furrowed his brows, "What?"
I leaned against the elevator wall and played with my fingers, "I want us to be friends, but I can't be friends with people I don't or can't understand."
Dylan smiled and leaned on the opposite wall of the elevator, "What'd you wanna know?"
I scanned through the countless questions in my mind wondering which I should ask first. Dylan rose a brow and looked at me expectantly as I engaged in an internal debate with myself.
I finally made up my mind and asked my first question of our lengthy elevator ride, "Did you tell your parents about it?"
Dylan laughed, "Fuck no. My dad wouldn't give a damn, but my mom was already lecturing me on a daily basis about sex in high school, teenage pregnancy, and shit like that."
I'm sure all those lectures just went in one ear and back through the other.