1x1 - Quiet Riot Fan and Colorpaw<3

[Colorpaw<3]

Xavier laughed and smiled, beginning to walk at normal speed. He opened the door and began to skip to his car, hoping that Stephanie wouldn't mind. "Woohoo!" he cheered, laughing as he opened her door and then skipped to his side.

[A. Ham]

Stephanie:
"You're such a weirdo." I said, watching him skip. What kind of guy skiped to his car? Mine apparnently did. Then, I got in the car and shut my door. With a smile, I buckled up and waited for him to get in the car.

[Colorpaw<3]

Xavier laughed and crawled into the driver's seat. He shut his door, buckled up and looked over at Stephanie. "Let's roll." He began to back out of the driveway, hoping he wouldn't hit the mailbox.

[A. Ham]

Stephanie:
"I don't really have a choice." I said, smiling at him. "Try not to hit anything." I joked. Of course I meant it, though. I would rather not have to get in another crash.

[Colorpaw<3]

Xavier laughed and switched gears, beginning to drive away from her house. After a couple of moments, they were at the mall. He hopped out and ran over to her side. He opened her door like a polite gentleman and waited for her.

[A. Ham]

{{No clue how to reply. Sorry.}}

[Colorpaw<3]

(( Oh, I'm sorry! Is there anything I can do to my post to help you reply? ))

[A. Ham]

{{Don't be sorry. It is not your fault, I just have massive WB}}

[Colorpaw<3]

(( Oh, okay. c: Take your time. ))

[A. Ham]

Stephanie:
"Why, thank you kind Sir." I said as I got out of the car. I then straightened my shirt. I hated when that thing got all crumpled up. It never failed to bother me. "So, I do believe we are off to your job." I said, plastering a fake smile on. Mentally I added "Your horrible, stinky job. Of course, I would never say that. He knew as much as I did that he needed this job. If he quit, we would have no money. To eat, we needed money. It sucked, though. I hated coming here just as much as I hated staying home. It was like I had to choose between two evils. Come here or stay home. And those were to horrible evils. If I had my way, if parents would have never kicked him out. Then it would only be me that was hungry without a job. That, and they way his parents kicked him out looked like it still pained him a little. Otherwise he would have no acted like he did at the restruant. That thought sent a shiver up my spin. I hoped he did not see that. It would be a rather difficult thing to explain. I would rather not have to explain anything. He just never took 'nothing' as an answer.