Someone called for Dylan. He watched the crowd moving and groaned when he saw that it was one of the people he couldn't stand the most: the principal. Well, it was time to run. He started off in the same direction the girl had only moments earlier, not realizing exactly where he was going.
Dylan figured he was safe. For the moment. Maybe he could hide in someone's vehicle. Hey, look! It's Brendan's car. He always kept it unlocked. Dylan quickly ran to it and hopped inside. Hopefully, brendan wouldn't come out and find him. You never wanted a 7'2" guy to get ahold of you under any circumstances whatsoever.
As luck would have it, Brendan approached the car. And he looked as if he wanted blood. This was NOT a good day. Not at all. Dylan jumped into the back before Brendan could see and attempted to sneak out the back door. Wrong move. "What the-" Brendan ran after Dylan, who was taking off with the speed of a jackrabbit, wondering why he didn't hide in his own vehicle. He did so this time, opening the door, hopping in the driver's seat, and starting his dented Corolla.
Brendan turned a shade of red that, quite frankly, shouldn't exist under any circumstances. "Tomorrow, Finley," he growled as he got into his car and started it. He drove off a few seconds later. Dylan turned the key, switching the car off. The Orangutan was gone, thankfully. Dylan looked down and saw the girl from earlier, on the ground. He considered his options. Run away, or help her up. Running away was off the list; Dylan was NOT fast. Dylan cleared his throat quietly. "You need help?"
Dylan hesitated for a moment. He wasn't about to leave her on her own. People shouldn't be lonely, right? "Are you okay?"
Dylan tilted his head. He was probably going to make her uncomfortable, but there was no harm in trying to help, right? "Are yoou absolutely sure?"
Okay, this girl was not alright. She was hurting. Why? What was wrong? Better question, why did he care so much? "What about your car?" Dylan softened his tone and spoke slower for her benefit.
Dylan smiled. He wasn't quie sure why, but it felt nice to be near a person who didn't seem to regard him as a freak of nature. "Can I check it out for you? You're not bothering me."
Dylan absolutely couldn't believe his eyes. She really was pretty. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do." he gave her a smile, though he knew she wouldn't see it
Dylan regarded it for a minute. His car wasn't in much better shape, admittedly. Dylan walked around the van, getting a three-sixty look at it before stopping quickly by the girl's side. "What's the problem?"
Dylan actually laughed this time. Rather loudly, too. "I have absolutely nothing going on, I promise ya! Can you pop the hood?"
((Sorry, gotta go! The downside of RP'ing with me...))
When she had popped the hood, Dylan gave it a lift. "Okay, can ya try starting it?" Lord help him, he had to stop speaking a thousand words per minute, he was going to drive this girl insane!
Uh oh. Not good. Not good at all. "Umm, I'm not seeing anything right with this. How old is the van?" Dylan frowned, an unusual expression even for him. He got sad and mad, but never frowny.
"I'm really not seeing anything work the way it's supposed to. Whatsoever. At all." Dylan pursed his lips shut. He could drive someone to murder if he wasn't careful. Dylan was used to enraging people with his incessant talking, but he didn't want the pretty girl mad at him."
"Positive!" Dylan's tone grew in volume again. "Do you have somebody to take you anywhere?" Thie girl needed help, she needed it.
Dylan felt sorry for the girl. She was sad, so sad. WHy was she sad? "Hey... itll be fine..."
Wait, there as an idea at hand. "Hmm... what if I could help you?"
Dylan laughed again. Loudly. "I don't really have anything planned, and I always enjoy company."
Dylan laughed again, putting the hood of the van down, then sliding across the hod to his car. "Absolutely! I'm always sure!"