"Okay." Zoe smiled quietly at him again, blushing a little as she climbed out of the car and hurried inside, keeping her eyes out for her brothers. They would likely all be together. They rarely did anything without each other.
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.
Sure enough, Zoe found the fifteen year old triplets wandering down the halls in their little group, joking and laughing and shoving each other around.
She waved them over to her, standing up on her toes so they would notice her.
"Hey, you guys are supposed to wait outside for me." She scolded lightly as they came over to her.
"You were late." Hugo said with a shrug.
"We thought it would be better to wait inside." Twain added.
"C'mon, we have dance." Doyle grunted, impatient as always. Zoe sighed quietly.
"Well, come on then." She said wearily, starting to lead them out to where Dylan's car would be 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..
((Really? It's my uncle's name. :) ))
"Hey, where's the Stink Machine?" Twain crowed out as they got to the paring lot. He looked around, his eyes passing right over Dylan's car.
"The van broke down. We're getting a ride with...." Zoe realized she had never gotten the boy's name. "Him." She finished instead, pointing to the car.
((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.
"I didn't know you had friends, Zee zee." Hugo said, raising an eyebrow and tipping his head to the side. "Especially not male friends."
Zoe's face flushed, and she let out a little huff. "I've told you not to call me that. Now be quiet and get into the car, all three of you."
"Yes ma'am." They all said in unison, starting to get into the little car.
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!"
"We're late..." Doyle mumbled to himself as he looked at his watch.
"I'm sorry, Doyle. I'm doing my best. I'll do better next time." Zoe said quietly as she climbed into the front seat.
"Nah, no worries. Doyle's just being a baby." Hugo said, punching his brother's arm.
"Well...I'll still do better."
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."
The boys in the backseat snickered, the three of them whispering amongst themselves.
Zoe blushed a little, watching her shoes.
"I have to try." She said softly.
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?
"Because..." Zoe bit her lip, looking down at her feet.
Because my parents refuse to be parents and I have to take care of my siblings myself and I don't have room to make mistakes...
"I don't know." She whispered out loud instead.
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."
"T-too hard? I..." Zoe stared harder at her feet, nervously reaching up to run a hand through her spiked up hair.
She was still unused to how short it was, unused to the feeling of it bristling against her hand.
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.
"Oh, right. Sorry." Zoe looked up at him, her cheeks pink. For some reason she couldn't help blushing. "We're on the other side of town." She couldn't help running her hand through her hair, over and over again. She wished she had her bangs back to hide behind. She felt so bare, so exposed without them now.
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?
"Okay." Zoe said weakly, pulling her hands away from her hair. She sat on her hands, keeping herself from running them through her hair. She watched the toes of her shoes.
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.