It's fine." Dylan raked his hand through his hair beside me. "No, it's not Kaylia." "They aren't going to let me come. You know that. Just let it go. It's only five days." He stopped walking and turned to face me. I sighed heavily at the look on his face. Just because Dylan was wonderful, didn't mean his parents were. He took my shoulders, pulling me towards him. "I want you with me." "They don't approve of me, Dylan. Of us... You aren't going to be able to change their minds. I can tell." "Why wouldn't they like you? It makes no sense." I shrugged. It didn't matter why really. There was no way around it. My boyfriend's parents had taken an immediate dislike to me. It was easy to understand. I was the mousy girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Why would they want their rich, handsome son to choose someone like me? But he had chosen me. And there was nothing they could do about it. We were just going to have to work around them.
