Dylan's smile didn't falter for a second. "Okay! You're gonna have to give me directions though." He wasn't known for thinking a situation through, but this wouldn't turn out badly. He hoped.
"Ohhhh." Dylan's smile faltered for a second. Wait, why couldn't he help her with them too? He knew what she was getting at. Why not just take some initiative? "I can pick them up too!"
Dylan shrugged. "And?" Seriously, he had enough gas to pick up her brothers, mother, father, and entire extended family if she needed it. Except he didn't have enough room. "I can fit three in the backseat, drop them off at your house, then pick up the other three! You'd stick around with me, since I'd need directions, and that's that!" He widened his smile.
The smile turned into a grin. "Really really." He was able to actually look her in the eye this time, since she wasn't looking away. Eye contact was really good for communication. It was odd, really, that she wasn't turning down the help. Most people would. Dylan was, after all, a little... eccentric.
"Get right in then! Welcome to the Finmobile!" Dylan opened the driver's side door, then got in, reached over, and opened the passenger side door for Zoe. Closing his door, he buckled himself in.
Dylan raised an eyebrow. Another rare expression from the guy with many faces. "Isn't that a little convenient?" He smiled over at her as he started the car.
Dylan stopped talking. Talking seemed to be making the girl uncomfortable. The car began moving as Dylan pulled out of the parking lot. Wait, there was one thing he could say. "What's your name?"
Dylan smiled. "You should smile more often. it's good for you and stuff. Now, you said the tripllets go to the other high school?" The thought occurred to him that this girl could hurt him, steal the car, or do pretty much anything he wanted. Somehow, he doubted anything like that would happen.
"Thank god i know my way around. Thank God, thank God, thank God." With that, Dylan took a turn and just kept driving straight. Gratefully, the other high school wasn't ridiculously far away. Granted, walking there and back would have been a bit of a pain, but some genius had invented the automobile to prevent stuff like that.
"Yep! Anytime, Zoe. Anytime. You might wanna get them. I'm not so good with, you know, finding my way around buildings and such." She really was pretty. THe question being why that thought was crossing his mind right now. Why did any thought cross his mind?
Dylan drummed a beat on the steering wheel, then hummed a tune, then started to whistle "Hey Jude." All in the space of about twenty seconds. He was just patiently waiting for Zoe. Yep, just waiting.
((Doyle is my stepdad's name XD))
Dylan reached down and turned on the radio. He had no idea what song was emitting from the speakers in the car. All he knew was that it was terrible. Muy horrible. Dylan switched through radio stations until he heard the song he'd just been whistling. Well, this is nice. Dylan smiled and started singing with it..
((Well, this just became coincidentally amusing :P))
By that time, Dylan was already nearing the ending of the song. "Na, na, na, nana na na!" DYlan looked out and saw four guys walking with Zoe. Ahh, the triplets! Nice, he got to meet new people! That was always fun, right? Unless the poeple were mean. Dylan did NOT like mean people. Nope, not at all.
Dylan looked back and flashed the most welcoming grin he could manage. Which was a little over-the-top. "Come on in, boys. It's time to get outta here!"
Dylan laughed. "Relax,Zoe. You cant be perfect no matter how hard you try." He smiled over at her, then looked back with a serious face. "Don't make me pull the car over."
Dylan's ever-present smile returned to his face "Why try to be perfect when you can just, you know, be you?" Why was he insisting that she not try to be perfect? Better question, why was he questioning his own motives?
Dylan considered for a moment. She was holding something back. He knew this for a fact. Yet he couldn't call Zoe out on it. Instead, Dylan merely smiled. "Maybe you try too hard instead of not hard enough."
Something occurred to Dylan. Of course! He was an idiot. "I'm Dylan by the way. And I have no clue how to get to your house." He laughed, probably a bit too loudly for, well, anyone's taste.
Dylan had noticed the nervous habit she kept repeating. "Hey, Zoe, it'll be fiine. Calm down, okay?" Dylan hadn't been calm for as long as he could remember, so he was being a little hypocritical. But hey, if his teachers could do it, so could he, right?
Dylan drummed a rhythm on the steering wheel as he drove. Once again, he went to humming. This time, he was able to refrain from whistling, which he was sure he occupants of the car could be thankful for.