The Soldier

Jia pov

For the past month, we have stayed in Alex and Xander's house. All of us. It's quite a big house, so accommodation isn't an issue. Frankly, the house is too big to be owned by two rich kids, yeah, rich kids. Anyway, despite the crowd we have formed in this house, it still feels empty. The seven of us are incomplete in our own ways. The garners have lost two family members, now a third just got killed, and they didn't even know him so well, what a pity.

Dylan was an awesome dude if he wasn't busy stealing my chocolates, and fruits, or when he wasn't busy pole dancing for us. I remember telling him to consider being a stripper but Carlos almost killed me for saying that. The looks he gave me were deadly, but hey, Dylan was very comfortable with his body. It feels weird referring to him as 'was'. It's saddening. But he was a nice human being, the one guy who actually got Ryan to go down on his knees, and give him a piggy ride.