rescued by a sinking ship

[DALLAS BRENT NORRIS]

Moodiness, you think that trait belonged to the pmsing women but here was Dylan waltzing about with this chip on his shoulder, ready to bite at anyone's throat. What set this storm off? He'd just got off detention he swears he doesn't deserve. All because he called someone a fag in class- like he was the first one ever to say that. Like he was some failing student? Jeeze, this was proof that even good students can piss off their teachers. Frankly, he felt betrayed by this teacher, tempted to do something about it. He had nothing else to do with himself. No homework, no muse to draw, to money to drink, he was fucking broke. He ought to get a job... yeah, why didn't he think of that before?

Coming outside for a smoke, he sat down on his usual table. Someone else was occupying it. He glared at the kid, Dallas. The pompous jack ass who's seen kissing Blaze's ass everywhere he goes. Like Blaze needed more attention. Lighting a cigarette, Dylan said "This table's occupied bitch." he said. Dallas stared at him incrediously. "What?" Dylan exhaled smoke. "I said this table is occupied, it's mine. Okay? So get the fuck going?" Dallas, being a more push over pacifist said "Oh, well... Okay? Kind of jerky of you man." Dylan wasn't keen on comments like that. Cigarette dangling from his lips, he flipped over all of Dallas' books and sheet music off the table and into the dirt. He flipped Dallas the bird. "What's your problem!? God!" Dallas cried, getting down to pick up his stuff.

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[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

ooc; -dude, meant to post this outside. oh well! XD

[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

Charlotte had gone to get a snack for her and Dallas. She'd promised to be back in five minutes tops, and then she'd be back. They were studying together, and taking breaks to talk about music, and write. Charlie was really having a nice day. It was a beautiful day out, this North Carolina weather was quite mild at least for the week. She loved it.

Poptarts in hand - poptarts were her favorite - she had been making her way back to the table where she'd left Dallas. From a distance she saw Dylan and smiled, thinking maybe all three of them could have a perfectly nice day, then the violent body language started happening and all their stuff was thrown off the table. Not cool. Charlotte didn't like having to pick between her friends but it was a decision she was making instantaneously.

Immediately her stride quickened, and became determined. Her hair bounced along, flying behind her like a trail of yellow light as the sunshine glistened off of it. "Dylan Torres what are you doing!?" she demanded, abandoning the box of poptarts on the ground to kneel and help scoop up hers and Dallas's things. "What is your problem?" Their papers and books safely back on the table she stood straight, hands on her hips and looking at him confused and upset. "He didnt do anything to you! I saw the whole thing," her eyes narrowed slightly and she stared at him, waiting for an answer to his ridiculous behavior. Charlotte had become more and more accustomed to being more outgoing around Dylan and speaking her mind. But even if she wasnt, her angry outburst would have happened anyways.

Rumors were something Charlotte avoided but some girl had randomly walked up to her one day and asked why she would date a guy like Dylan. Confused, Charlie looked into this. Some people, apparently, assumed that since Charlie was usually always seen with or around Dylan, that they were "together" which was preposterous. But Charlie had become aware that it was popularly spread gossip. She didnt know if Dallas had heard anything, but for some reason she hoped dearly that he didnt believe them. Not that this really had anything to do with the present situation, but in a way it kind of did. Her best friend was attacking the boy she liked and this put her in quite the awkward position.

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[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

Both boys looked up to the sunny girl who was very pissed off. Dallas was stunned by the sudden turn of her usual sweet demeanor. In fact... Dylan Torres? Weren't they a couple? Or so people were debating on whether or not they were, leaving Dallas to deal with a major disappointment. He almost didn't even want to hang out with her but who could resist her smile and kind spirit? Suddenly this was much more intense.

"Oh no, I'm in trouble now!" he said, displaying his wonderful skill at sarcasm. "Charlie, save it." Dylan said curtly, not so amused with being addressed like this in front of everyone. No one else would do that. Dallas mumbled "Thanks." to her when she got down to help him. He picked up her box of poptarts and listened to her continue. "My problem is that this motherf-" Dylan was cut off. 'He didn't do anything to you! I saw the whole thing" Dylan nearly laughed in his bewilderment. "Holy shipwrecks! Now you have balls? When did this happen?" he said, eyes wide. Dallas decided to take some of the stuff in his hands. "Come on, let's go Charlotte?"

"Oh, ho... I get it now! You're trying to prove everyone wrong about us right?" Dylan teased after looking at Dallas then back at Charlie. A very cocky grin spread across his face... these grins used to be so forced and fake, now lately, there was feeling behind it. Should he worry about how they're no longer fake? If only he could press pause to do that, to consider. But his anger was pumping his blood, words were coming out and Charlie isn't going to just walk away. He thought of what Jaycie said to him and Laycie, he couldn't resist quoting; "Hey, I get it. I do. Who in the world would want to date me right? But if you really want to prove them wrong about us, go to a club with Blaze's sidekick here. Get drunk and fuck, that'll show 'em!"

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[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

Charlie tilted her head momentarily to glance at Dallas when he suggested they go but Dylan's words were eating her up. He was one of the only people she'd stand up to because she had learned from experience she had to. He was just one of those people. She respected him, and liked him as a buddy, but just like that time leaving High Ground, she had to stand up for herself, or he'd walk all over her. They had that kind of relationship where if she kept letting that happen, it would crumble apart and she'd probably lose Dylan's respect - as hard as it was to believe he had any at this point - and they'd probably drift apart. Slowly but surely, the quiet girl was learning to be stronger and not to be such a pushover all the time. Dylan was constantly exercising this new found ability these days.

Charlie had been about to nod and agree, and had been ready to leave and go someplace else with Dallas until Dylan had to open his mouth again. her head jerked back in his direction and her cheeks reddened slightly. She shook her head indignantly "You know I dont care about rumors." she retorted, not happy with where this conversation was going. His last remark hit her with a wall of shock as her cheeks turned even brighter scarlet and she found her fists clenching tightly at her sides. Charlotte was not a violent person at all, and she had never wanted to hit anyone before, until this very moment. Dylan was asking for it. She just wanted to reach out and slap him across his cocky little face. She was angry, and it was a rare emotion to feel so strongly. Finally finding her voice, she blinked back potential tears and sniffed, forcing her voice to be calm. "Grow up, Dylan." She spat coldly, not going to play his game. She promptly turned, picking up some of their stuff off the table with shaking hands that she was trying to hide and then turned, anxious to get away from this situation that was only going swiftly down hill.

Dylan had successfully embarassed her in front of Dallas and had managed to make an ass of himself to his best friend - AGAIN. Charlotte was quite emotionally confused.

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[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

He knew he'd regret it as soon as he said it, but it came out anyway. He watched intently each creases in her face display the emotions she was feeling because of him, he felt guilty. He just wanted her to bug off and quit judging, now she had her feelings hurt. She was too sensitive! Why couldn't she be just a little bit more tough. She should know half of what he says, especially in a mood like this, was all bull shit. It came out from a very dark and shallow place that it never needed to be taken seriously. In fact, you could just take it as a joke as you pleased. That would be better than about to start crying or bitching.... Dallas looked concern, watching the two but too afraid to even say anything. Pussy.

'Grow up, Dylan.' she said, very coldly. Now that he wasn't used to. Dylan shrugged it off, making a show of not caring about what she said. He was hiding the worry. Dallas helped her grab her stuff and shot a glare his way, to wish Dylan responded with more 'not caring' looks. That happy bunny slogan would be proud.

Dallas walked with her down the sloping hill, in thought of what just happened. So, they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. He was very happy to hear that but the delivery of this information could have been so much better. "Hey, I'm sorry... that wasn't right. He's obviously got issues, alot of people here act like that..." he felt awkward, wishing to comfort her but was ignorant of what words would do that.

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[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

Dallas was talking but Charlie was only half listening. Her thoughts were louder right now. Why do I have to cry so much?! she screamed at herself in her head. While she was facing away from him she quickly wiped her eyes. She didnt understand what Dylans problem was today but she wished he could be reasonable instead of hurting everyone around him. One day he was going to wake up and find he didnt have anybody left. The angry part of her hoped one day this would happen and he would come begging for her to be his friend again. She inhaled sharply, just barely catching the end of what Dallas was saying. "don't apologize..." she mumbled, dropping her pile onto a table. "Unfortunately... that one with issues happens to be my best friend." no offense taken though. She didnt think she could be any more offended or embarrassed than she was at that moment and she just wanted to curl up die. Just kidding. Not really die. With a hopeless sigh of distress she dropped her head onto her arms, her hair forming a safe cave around her head, hiding her blushing cheeks and red eyes and sad lips.

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[DALLAS BRENT NORRIS]

Oh no she was crying. Dallas didn't point that out though, she wanted to hide it. He sat down in front of her at the new table. They were only best friends, rotten ones that is. "He doesn't seem to be like a very good best friend." he said, wondering if he should stay out of it. No, she just got hurt by some loser who needed a kick in the ass. He wanted to comfort her. "He's a real asshole, you're better than that. The fact that you could just walk away proves it!" Something fluttered in his chest when he made that point. It was adoration. Most of the girls he's seen here would've fought back at Dylan, cussed back and scream. She just walked away, something rare here. Respect for her grew, so did his crush that only made him so self-conscious. Could she ever be seriously interested in him?

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[CHARLOTTE LOUISE TAYLOR]

Supressing a sniff, Charlotte lifted her head to rest her chin on her wrists while she looked up at him. Aww, he was so nice. His words actually made her feel better, filling up the hole Dylan had temporarily punched in her ego or mood or whatever it was that was damaged right now. Here was Dallas, a genuinely nice guy as she was learning along the days that passed, and he was never mean to anyone, and here he was trying to make her feel better. She smiled a little at his compliment. Now her blush was more from modesty than her anger. "Thanks" she said quietly, and pulled her hair back from her face. Charlie sat up and sighed a little. She was unaccustomed to actually having somebody voluntarily just try to make her feel better. Usually she would go off by herself and work on music or something but this was a pleasant change. If it was possible to like Dallas even more, it just happened.

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