I somehow forced Dylan to get a move on and go home without me. Besides, he'd be back in a few hours for his basketball practice.

I neared Harry's rented truck as everyone had calmed down a bit and left. I leaned against the trucks cowl (the window's base).

I stared at it for a while, inspecting the truck until i saw him smirk.

"Don't flatter yourself cowboy. I was only looking at your truck," I explained watching his smirk turn into a pout.

(I saw that quote on tumblr and I just had to use it)

"Watcha doin?" I asked in the simplest tone. I made sure to sway my hips a bit and flip my hair. I had to distract him atleast a little but from what happened last time.

"I thought, you know, maybe, um, meet the band, uh, you could... um.. uh," He stuttered. How cute, he was so flustered.

"Yeah sure," I didn't make a big deal out if it, but truthfully, I was kinds hoping he would be back to introduce me to the rest. I heard they are quite the bunch.

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Once she got in, I started the ignition and after a while, I took a look at her profile. She was gorgeous, with her eyes closed, enjoying the swift breeze, and letting the wind play with her hair.

I soon pulled up near a small cafe. She looked surprised, but she went along with it.

As soon as I got out, I quickly made my way to her side of the small truck to open the door for her but she had already gotten out. "Don't bother, I already know chivalry's dead. And I'm not too fond of the whole 'prince charming' and gentlemen thing. Not my type." I smirked right after she said that.

Alright then, no opening doors. Less work for me.

Once we ordered everything and our snacks arrived, I asked her, "So, tell me 'bout yourself,"

She looked at me as if that was one of the stupidest questions you could ever ask on a date, and maybe it was, but I don't care. Atleast I think I don't. I mean, this isn't a date right?

With a sigh, she started talking, "Well, I'm 17. I'm very athletic. I have two horses, they're both stallions, Frisk, and Jory. Please don't ask why I named them that because I don't even know. My least favorite color is pink and I really like emerald or mint green. I like tattoos. I also have a cat, Thomas, and just because I can ride a horse doesn't mean I can't drive a car, because I can. In fact, I got my lisence last year.

"Really? Mind showing me?"

"What?" she asked startled.

Ok, maybe that wasn't the best way to say it.

"Your tattoos. Can you show me them?"

"Oh, right, ok..."

She started showing me her tattoos while explaining them.

"I've got a music sighn on my inner ankle, signifying my love for music and insturments. Actually, I play the clarinet."

"Impressive," I butted in.

She gave me a light smile before continuing.

"Then I've got 'Never a victim, forever a fighter' in cursive on the left side of my lower ribcage. Though I can't exactly show you since I'm wearing this."

(See previous chapter for Charlotte's outfit)

"Anyway, I also have 'I bleed blue blood' on the side of my pinky. And then there's one of my favorite quotes 'Everyone wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die' decorted as a bracelet on my left upper arm."

"Wow, that's alot," I whistled.

"I bet its not as much as yours," she talked back.

"Toùche,"

We talked for a little while longer before we got up and left.

Phew.

So far... so good.

Notes

Attempted kiss will be next chapter.

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