oh It's such an educational day ( Dylan)

  Dylan just walked into the kitchen, turning on the light. He grabbed a cookie Jodie had made yesterday. Suddenly he heard something in the living room and Dylan walked back into the room, seeing Nick standing there. He had his hands full stuff but Dylan was too shocked that he even was here, he didn't notice that first hand.
  'Oh!' he exclaimed, the cookie in his hand, looking at Nick. 'What are you doing here? Didn't hear you come in... Didn't Jodie locked the door?' he asked, more to himself than the other teacher. 'Oh well... Do you want something to drink? I have cookies too, Jodie made them,' he offered him, a huge smile on his face. Suddenly he realized something, looking at all the stuff Nick had in his hands. 'What are you doing with that?' he asked, looking him in the eye.

  Nick smiled as he dropped everything, looking away from Dylan. 'Oh this? Well I came in and was just... Taken away by all of this beautifull stuff you got here that I had to take a look you know.'
  Dylan looked at him, suspicion in his eyes. He narrowed them while looking at the guy.
  'You are lying...' he said after some silence. He didn't trust people when they looked away. He wanted eye contact. Jodie said it was natural to not always look at someone, but Dylan couldn't help it. 'Tell me, what's the real reason you had that stuff in your hands,' Dylan said. 'And why you are in my house... Because I can't remember inviting you. Not that I don't like it, but... Well, just.. Say it...'

  Suddenly Nick tried to run away, but he was stopped by all the stuff he had dropped and fell on the ground. 'Fine fine! I wanted to rob you.. Well not you... I didn't know you lived here I swear!' the teacher said.
  Dylan sighed at his confessions, looking down at Nick, a bit of disappointment in his eyes. He layed his cookie on the counter and walked over to Nick and held out his hand, helping him up. 'Well... Sit down,' Dylan then said, gesturing at the couch.

  Nick sat down on his couch and so did Dylan. He saw Nick taking something out of his bag and began to smoke it. Dylan frowned.
  'Please, don't smoke here,' he said, a little bit scared of what Jodie would think. 'Okay, so you came her to rob me, or you thought someone else, but it was me. That's not kind, Nick. You don't rob people, that's not how society works... You have a job, you get paid right, why do you need to rob people? And even if you didn't had an income, you still don't rob, Nick,' Dylan started his story about How To Fit In Society.

  Nick lit his cigarette and Dylan sighed, letting it go.
  'Yeah yeah whatever, listen I don't care about society, I care about money m - o - n - e -y and unlike you, I have responsibility to keep certain people provided with things something i can't without money and maybe I like doing this cause i like money,' he said as he smoked whatever the fuck he could find 'society sucks you know, so just lemme blaze it while i can,' he mumbled, his hands constantly moving and shaking.
  Dylan sighed. 'I'm not letting it go, because you are hurting other people with it. That necklace right there,' Dylan pointed at a necklace on the pile of stuff Nick wanted to rob. 'That is Jodie's, it was from her mom. It means a lot to her... You see, the stuff you are stealing isn't always just a vase or some earrings without emotional value. It can mean a lot to someone and you are taking that away.'

  Nick blinked before he started laughing. 'So? Stuff goes away, that's a part of life,' he said full confidence. 'Do you think my stuff has never been stolen before, back in the Netherlands my bike got stolen all the fucking time. Plus I can't help it, if I see something, I take it that's how it goes. Don't say you have never had that before, that urge,' Nick said.
  Dylan was silent for a moment, looking at Nick with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. 'No, I haven't. And a bike doesn't have that much of emotional value than a necklace from your mom... I mean, I don't say your bike doesn't have emotional value, that's up to you, but do you understand my point?' Dylan asked. 'Yes, things get stolen all the time, but if you stop, that's one less, right? And if every man, woman or whatever stops stealing too, there will be a lot prettier world.'

  Nick sighed deeply. 'Jesus fucking Christ, just call officer Buckland already, like I will wait, I will let myself get arrested it would be my 34th time in this village and I enjoy it. Like I don't care, I just want money and this is one of the fastest way to get that.'
  Dylan shook his head. 'I'm not calling anyone.' He then talked about Life Choices. Because he is that kind of guy. After like 5 hours or something he was done. 'Do you understand?' he asked Nick.