Dylan

As soon as Dylan met Bry, everything went downhill. He only talked about Bry, how wonderful she was, how only she understood him. And what about Lololoshka? Lololoshka, who had been through thick and thin with Dylan, who had helped him find a new body? And this was all the gratitude Dylan showed? Forget Lololoshka, he didn't even talk to Richard much anymore. Dylan started replying to messages very rarely, and if he did, he'd talk about how great his time with Bry was, or he'd reply with infuriating coldness. If he came to the blogger house, it was only to see Bry. He didn't say hello to Cleo, Tim, Glen, and certainly not to Richard or Lololoshka. One day, Dylan came to the house again to see Bry. This time, Lo couldn't take it anymore and stopped his friend on the porch. A fight broke out. A big fight. The whole blogger house could hear their shouting.

—Lo, what's gotten into you?! Or are you just jealous of me and Brian?!

Dylan raised his voice, crossing his arms over his chest. He frowned and looked down at the blue-eyed man.