Once again...

[obiole]

"Yea... I just don't have my icense yet, but I do have learners..." Sasha sighed and hopped in the ccar. "I don't really need cruches. I've been through much worse."

[V a m p i r e]

"I have my license, so you can drive with me in the car." Dean replied, "I don't know where I'm going, so its easier than asking you for directions."

[obiole]

"Yea... ok." Sasha got out and switched seats with Dean. "You'll get used to this place soon. It's quite a small island."

[V a m p i r e]

When they had switched seats, Dean put on his seat belt again. he looked at Sasha, then turned to look out of his window. "I still hate being here."

[obiole]

"Yep, I know this school stinks, but the island is fun itself!" Sasha gigled and started the truck up. She got quiet and asked, "Hey, do you mind if I'm... emo? Oh! And, my na,e, is Sasha McCarthy."

[V a m p i r e]

"Not many gals say they're emo." Dean replied, "I'm Dean Jameson Gregory, call me Dean."

[obiole]

Sasha was quiet the rest of the way there. 'Did he mean that in a mean way? Does he not prefer emo's or goth's?'

[V a m p i r e]

Dean rested head against the window, only occasionally glancing back at Sasha. He noticed how quiet it was and turned his head towards her, "You ok?"

[obiole]

She nodded silently as they reached a red light. She looked down and realized she still didn't have her phone. "i-it's nothing..."

[V a m p i r e]

Dean frowned a little, "You sure? You don't look or sound alright."