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Originally Posted by Star Trek

Chris and Wyatt both laughed. After nearly five minutes, they came up to Chris and Wyatt's house. Chris still had Dakota's hand in his, he didn't let go as he fumbled with his keys. Chris opened the door and lead them all in. He shut the door behind them and flicked the light on. He took a few steps, then let go of Dakota's hand. He looked around the room. A couch in the middle of the room, facing the T.V.. There was a fireplace in the corner of the room, and a mantel above the T.V. with a bunch of pictures on it. The wall to right held two bookcases and a doorless doorway that held the stairs. All the way to the right wall, trophies were held on bookcases. Trophies for soccer, baseball, football, ballet, and more. Chris walked into the kitchen which also had a doorless doorway. "Do you like pasta and salad?" Chris opened the fridge and stuck his head in. He pulled it out a moment later and looked at Dakota.

Wyatt walked into the house in silence. He sat down in the middle of the couch. He patted the spot beside him. He starred at Dakota, his hand resting on the spot he had petted.

Dakota blinked, simply following the two, smiling awkwardly the whole time. They looked around Chris and Wyatt's house, and a question came to their mind. However, they didn't speak it aloud. "I'm fine with whatever," they said, smiling as they heard Chris ask about Pasta and Salad. They couldn't help but notice Wyatt staring at them, and that made them blink. "Why..." they trailed off, not knowing if they wanted to ask, shaking a little bit, a little confused on what might be the answer. Pushing their hands in their hoodie pockets awkwardly and looking around the room.