Highschool (Teen/Adult)

Dylan's phone rings after a bit. "Its Ellie.. I have to take this." He says, going to another room.

Natasha keeps her eyes on the goat, before going back upstairs.

Dylan flops down on the ground, coming back after a few minutes.

Natasha lays on her bed, reading some book she picked up at the store. She found reading in English instead of Russian helps her more.

"Hows Ellie? She break up with Chase yet?" Michael asks, crouching down to the goat. "No, she hasn't. She keeps saying she will but she hasn't and its slightly pissing me off."

Natasha continues to read, going downstairs, her eyes glued to the book as she walks to the kitchen.

"I really like her, and I'm just waiting on them to break up, al I can be with her. She keeps saying it'll be soon." "Well, in that case, you're Gatsby." Dylan furrows his eyebrows. "What does that mean?" "Gatsby wanted a woman he couldn't get. And, you know, he died trying to get her to run away with him." "Way to boost my self esteem, Clifford." Dylan rolls his eyes while Michael chuckles. "Which is why you can just tell her how you feel and use Gatsby as an example."

Natasha couldn't help but listen in, leaning against the doorframe. "I don't mean to pry, but Michael's right. Maybe she's waiting for you to prove that she's not leaving him for nothing. She needs to know that its all for nothing." Natasha says. "Show her that you'll cherish every moment with her." She tells him. "Every girl wants that one guy who'll do anything to keep them happy. Be that guy. She obviously isn't into that other guy, Chase..? If she's considering leaving him.." Natasha explains. "If you don't know how.. 20 seconds of courage.. thats all you need." Natasha smiles lightly, walking back into the kitchen.

"Which is what I am going to do, right now." Dylan takes his phone, leaving the room. Michael smiles, turning on Anchorman.

Natasha smiles, sitting at a stool, reading at the small island they had in the kitchen.

"It worked!" Dylan shouts happily. "Yay! Congrats bro!" Michael chuckles. "Wait.. isn't she a junior in highschool?" Michael asks. "Yeah, she is Blake Hopwood's little sister." "Be careful. You could get in trouble, being twenty three and dating a sixteen year old." "I know."

Natasha looks up, smiling before going back to her book. Glad it worked out for him.

They watch Anchorman and Anchorman 2, occasionally texting their friends.

Natasha reads, then sets her book aside, pulling on her shoes, then her jacket, going out with some friends she'd gotten to know at school.

Michael and Dylan later go swimming.

Natasha came back when they start to become mean. She sits alone in the living room, fiddling with her fingers. Being alone was hitting her hard.

They come in later, all of Dylan's tattoos and the one on Michael's biceps were visible due to them being shirtless. They start working on supper.

Natasha glances back to them, sighing lightly. At least he had someone after the breakup. She had no one. No one to confide in, no one to comfort her. No one to say he didn't deserve her, or to 'show him what he's missing', so to speak.

"I need Kylie." "Why?" "Gonna dye my hair red and black, seeing as its faded." Michael says and Dylan shrugs. "How do you smoke with braces?" Michael asks. "Like normal" Dylan laughs..

Natasha pets the goat which was on the couch. "Alone too, huh?" She says softly, her green eyes watching it. "Yeah, me too."

Michael orders pizza, waiting on the counter for it to come.

"I hope they don't sell you. You're cute." Natasha says softly, scratching gently behind its ear. "And the only one who'll listen and not judge."

After the pizza, they migrate to the living room. "Want any?" Michael asks Natasha.

Natasha looks up to him, still stroking the goat. "Is there a catch?" She asks softly, quirking an eyebrow.

"Its pizza. Why the hell would there be a catch?" He says, flopping down on the couch.