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"Why wouldn't she?" Dylan asked her, drumming his fingers on the floor.
"Why wouldn't she?" Dylan asked her, drumming his fingers on the floor.
" few people do" she said
"Well, she's not one to judge. There's very few people she doesn't like." Dylan insisted, in a soft tone.
"I'm not judging I promise I'm not just for my experience no one is really like me I'm not saying your sister is like everyone else I'm sure she's lovely I grew up getting called a freak because of my eyes and because of my hair" she said
"Trust me, she's very different from everyone. Including myself." Dylan told her softly, looking back out the window. "I promise nothing bad will happen between you two."
"So Monday" she said
"If you're alright with that, than yes." Dylan hummed, yawning just a bit.
"Great I'll see you then" she said
"You have to leave?" Dylan asked her, switching his phone from one ear to another.
"Oh no I don't' she said " just what else do you want to talk about?" She asked
"Dunno… my brain is all fuzzy, so I'm not thinking." Dylan mumbled, laughing lightly.
Crimson smiled "Well until Monday then" she said
"Right… Monday. I will text you my address later." Dylan hummed, pulling his phone back from his ear a bit.
"Bye Dylan," she said with a smile
(I feel that there's not much to do, shall we skip to Monday? Or keep writing?)
"Bye Wolfe, talk to you later." Dylan hummed hanging up on her with a soft smile.
(I feel if we keep riding it would get really boring and perhaps a little awkward so I feel that if we skip to Monday would be our best option)
(Agreed. Would you like to post first?)
(I can)
(Alright, that would be great if you don't mind.)
(alright just give me a second)
(Take your time.)
Wearing a white shirt sleeve shirt with yellow and black stripes on the collar and sleeves with shorts overalls and black combat boots with a grey sweater she had her hair pulled into a ponytail, a low ponytail with a light amount of makeup she was on her way To.Dylans tapping on the wheel to the rhythm of the song playing on the radio
Dylan had barely been able to make himself get out of bed that morning. He had already slept in late, but he was exhausted. He had been up none stop since Friday. Now he was wishing he had tried to push meeting Crimson a few days more. But he'd get over that. With a weak sigh, he made himself go down stairs to wait for Crimson in the entry way.
She pulled to a red light and sent a text are you sure you want me to come over today
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