You don’t have too long to go. I’ll go with you as soon as you turn eighteen.
Good. You better because there’s no way I could do it alone. I’d just die.
You’re already extraordinary Eden.
Awh, Dylan. Stop it or I’ll blush.
[He gave her a soft grin] That might do the trick. We’ll have to see. You might have to step up and do something extraordinary.
Extraordinary? I don’t know how extraordinary I can be. Now I’m nervous.
I’m not going to enlist in the army, and if I do go skydiving, I won’t tell her.
Good. Gods, I wish I was eighteen so I could go skydiving!
Oh really? How am I to believe that? You just admitted you’ve fibbed, my darling.
Oh, Dylan you’re always a step ahead. Well you’re just going to have to believe me, love! What if I pinky promise?
I’m officially 18! How is this even possible? I can now vote or join the army or sign my own release forms. My overprotective mother can no longer stop me if I choose to go skydiving.
Oh my gods, are you trying to kill her? Don’t let her find out about any of those.