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?"
"I-I don't know, it just won't start up." Zoe said, shifting on her feet a little. "I-I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time, aren't I...?"
Dylan actually laughed this time. Rather loudly, too. "I have absolutely nothing going on, I promise ya! Can you pop the hood?"
Zoe shied away from his loud laughter, jumping with how startled she was. She hurried to go pop the hood, mumbling something inaudible.
((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!
Zoe nodded weakly, shifting nervously. She went to start the car, keeping her eyes down. Her pale cheeks had reddened slightly.
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-I don't know." Zoe frowned worriedly. She looked up, blinking a few times and biting her lower lip. "What's wrong?"
"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."
"Oh..." Zoe's frown got deeper, more worried. She bit her lower lip harder, staring at the ground. She sniffed a little. "A-are you sure?"
"Positive!" Dylan's tone grew in volume again. "Do you have somebody to take you anywhere?" Thie girl needed help, she needed it.
"N-no." Zoe's heart sank. Her stomach twisted up as she looked up at the boy, face crestfallen. "I...."
Dylan felt sorry for the girl. She was sad, so sad. WHy was she sad? "Hey... itll be fine..."
"But...I have to pick up my brothers. I have to take them to...to...stuff." Zoe said, ducking her eyes down again. She reached up to run a hand through her spikes.
What am I going to do?
Her hand slid into her pocket, brushing against her old cell phone. She quickly pulled it out again.
No. They won't help. They never do.
Wait, there as an idea at hand. "Hmm... what if I could help you?"
"How?" Zoe asked, looking up again. She quickly looked away, not meeting his eyes. "I-I mean, I'm already wasting your time."
Dylan laughed again. Loudly. "I don't really have anything planned, and I always enjoy company."
"But...Um...Are you sure?" Zoe squeaked out, blinking up at this boy with surprise.
Dylan laughed again, putting the hood of the van down, then sliding across the hod to his car. "Absolutely! I'm always sure!"