Dylan looked back briefly, smiled, and replied. "Since today." His eyes went back to the road. If he wrecked the car, that would definitely be a waste.
Time to have a little fun. "Yeah, so you better behave! I know several good dump spots around town." With that, Dylan gave Zoe a wink.
Dylan felt as if they were almost there. Of course, he'd never been right when it came to guess-timating.
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Sculptures?"
When Dylan finally got there, he held back his shock. Instead, he opted for the better method, turning and grinning at the triplets. "Okay, here you are." He flashed one more big smile for god measure.
Now Dylan was transfixed by the rapidly deteriorating condition of the front lawn. "Do you guys, like, need some help with your yard?" Dylan might as well help in any way he could.
Dylan started to drive off, muttering that lawn improvement in that case would be removing the "artwork." "Where to next?" He finally asked. Dylan's smile was gone.
"More triplets?" Dylan was wondering how many siblings this girl had. Wait, why not ask? "How many siblings do you have in total?" His fingers went back to drumming a rhythm on the wheel.
"Oh well, I can hadle them." He gave her a smile of reassurance this time as he drove down the streets.
DYlan laughed again. "It's fine. We're almost there! And you did it again." He grinned over at her.
Dylan laughed again. "Don't be embarrassed. We all have annoying habits. I mean, I kinda, sorta, definitely maybe talk too much." He saw their destination ahead of them
Dylan gave her a different smile this time. "You're literally the only person who thinks that.
"Really." He gave her a look. "Your hand, Zoe. It's back up where it doesn't belong!"
"Hey, why do you always look away?" Dylan had finally summoned the nerve to ask her, though this could kill any and all conversation. Here it went.
"Yes?" Dylan really was not used ti dealing with someone this shy, so he had no idea whether to back off or keep going at it.
"It's fine!" Dylan smiled at her again, though this time he knew she wouldn't see. "Not everyone's, err, non-shy."
"Really really. It's actually nice to have someone around who won't yell at me for, well, being obnoxious." This was a companied with the biggest smile he had displayed all day.
Finally, Dylan's voice dropped with his next words. "Isn't that what we should all strive to be, Zoe? Ourselves?" Everyone else always prayed he would be someone else, even if it were only for five minutes. Dylan waited for the other shoe to drop.
Dylan sighed. "Zoe, Zoe, Zoe, it's okay! If you don't know who you are, that just means you're a normal teenager with the normal confusion, normal BS in their life, and, last but not least, your own confusion on what you want your future to look like." Dylan reached a hand over and patted her shoulder. "It always gets better."
Dylan grinned. "Have I lied to you yet? I usually know what I'm talking about. except when it comes to Algebra. I'm a regular failure at that." He laughed again, this time more with amusement than nervousness or hyperness.