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[Dylan Austin .]

Don't You, turn around baby.

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[/color][/size]ylan was outside, sitting ontop of the roof of her car. she had nothing to do today. and when she said nothing, she meant absolutly nothing. she coudln't find none of her band mates, and everyone else was either busy, or quite frankly she didn't know them. it didn't really bother her to be alone. being alone was good sometimes. but at this time she was bored and wished she had someone to talk to. sitting ontop of the hood she twisted open the cap of her Vanilla ice coffee from Star bucks and took a drink. this was her favorite drink of all time. you could always find her drinking one. it kept her energized while also not making her crash at the end. the perfect blend of coffee and ice. twisting the cap back on, she ran a hand through her hair and layed back on the hood of the car, looking up at the sky.

Times like these made Dylan think. she thought about a lot of things on a daily. but when it was just her a nature, she could think about more serious things. at this time she was wondering what her parents, her little brother, and her older sister was doing. when they had first come to the U.S it as alright. they had just come for a visit. but the more time dylan spent in the U.S, the more she liked it. eventually her parent's were ready to go home. they really didn't like it here, they said it was too many problems going on. Her sister hated it aswell, but her little bro had loved it. he had wanted to stay here. but at the time, Dylan had only been fifteen, which meant she couldn't live on her own. and she wasn't she was gonna go to a boarding school just so she could stay. she told her bro that the day she owned a place, she'd buy him a ticket and he'd come live with her. that though still dwelled in her mind at this moment. now that she was in a band she didn't know if she could handle having him here. they were alwasy on the move. and even some of her band mates didn't even gat along that much.

It wasn't that her band mates didn't like each other, but the fact that they were all really different in obvious ways. but that's what made them unique. they had all been in the band for five years, fights happening constantly, but yet, they still didn't break up. maybe it was just meant to be. and Dylan liked it that way. she loved the perks of being in a band. stairing up at the clouds Dylan sighed. she hopped of the hood, grabbing her drink and going over to the drivers side of the car and opening the door. she slid in, reaching for her pack of cigarettes in the passenger seat and lighting it. letting the cigarette dangle out the side of her mouth she ramaged around her car for a lighter. finding a battery, some glasses, and a bottle of asprin she finally found a lighter. she lit the cigarette and sucked in a breath, blowing out the smoke. she shut her door and put on her seat belt. she didn't know where she was going but she had to go somewhere. but when she tried to start the car, it just wouldn't start.

Grinning to herself, Dylan popped the hood and got out the car. she wasn't upset one bit. she loved working on cars. so now this would give her something to do. she found the problem, but it was under the car. so, Dylan tied up her hair, and slid under the bottom of the car, cigarette hanging out the side of ehr mouth.

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[drew peter wilkens]

GIRL I'M GONNA MAKE YOU SWEAT !

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<sup>It was probably a bit too early to drink, but that had never stopped Drew before. Nothing could really stop him when he wanted to drink. Which was...well, pretty much all the time. He wasn't even picky, no, not in the least. He'd drink anything you shoved into his hand, at any time, at any place. Which caused him to wonder if he was going to end up like his father...it also caused him to hope he wouldn't. It wasn't one of those cases where Drew loved his father, but he had issues. Nope, not at all. Drew hated his father, although he also did have issues. And his reason for hating his father was probably a valid one, a good one, even. It was because of his father that he'd had to grow up without parents. Not that Drew ever complained. His aunt and uncle had been good to him...the only time he really complained was when he was sobbing and drunk.

The only thing he hated about his drinking was when he did it in front of his little cousin...probably because he was just a little bit younger than her when he saw his dad for the first and last time. And his dad was drunk. That was one of the many reasons he hated the man. That was also the reason he found himself emptying the contents of the mini fridge in the motel room he shared with his cousin Milo, and walking out. Usually he would have just did his business in the room, but Symphony was sitting on his bed drawing. And he wasn't gonna tell her to go into her own room, nuh uh, because she would, even if she didn't want to. She was like that. She had a problem saying no to people.

Jumping in his car he threw the bag of goodies he had in the passengers seat and drove away. Most people went to clubs to drink; Drew went to the bands tour bus. It probably had more bottles in it than instruments, and such. Sad, but true. Of course he was probably going to end up sleeping in the van...again, unless he found someone to drive him back to the motel after he was done drinking. But knowing him he'd end up sleeping in the van, no big deal, he'd done it before.

It only took him about ten minutes to drive to The Lot with his crazy driving that scared just about everyone. And it got even worse after he tossed back a few beers. He parked his car, grabbed his bag, and got out, looking around for his van, quickly spotting it. It kind of stood out due to the fact that he'd had it painted yellow. It was really more his home than the motel he was staying in...he probably spent more nights there, that was for sure. he laughed a bit, thinking about it, then hopped in, and pulled out a beer. While most said it tasted like ass he didn't really give a flying fuck. It was alcohol, was it not? 'Sides, he liked to start out slow.

Popping the can open he took a large gulp, then looked around, quickly spotting a pair of legs poking out from underneath a car. Clearly female. He laughed, being reminded of the Dukes Of Hazard for some reason...unless it was just a guy with some fucking girly legs, which was possible. Oh, he just had to find out who it was...or what it was. He hopped out, slamming the yellow door, and another drink, before walking over, with his favorite smile on his face. "Hey!" He said, sounding friendly. He always sounded friendly. "Whatcha doin?"

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[Dylan Austin .]

Don't You, turn around baby.

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[/color][/size]ylan laid back against the ground for a moment. stretching her hand up towards her mouth to grab the cigarette and blow out smoke. it was totally hot out today. and the few strands of hair that stuck out of her pony tail stuck to her forehead from the sweat. don't get me wrong, she wasn't sweating so that it would drip off of her, just enough to wet her forehead. but Dylan didn't mind, sweating was just a part of life. she couldn't stand thoose girls that couldn't stand to sweat. they were to stuck up to sweat she supposed. but that was just stupid. then they wondered why there pours were always clogged up.

Putting the cigarette back in her mouth she looked up, looking at the different parts that lined her car, this was her baby. it was a G37 Infiniti Coup. she had got it when she had turned seventeen, being a present from her family in Japan. see, dylan loved cars, and whenever she got the chance to work on cars she hoped that it would be a fast one. her engine was a 3.7-liter V6, with aluminum-alloy block and heads. The pistons were low-friction coated, meaning that you could go fast enough so that your engine would blow out. the car went fast enough, but she wished it would go faster. back in Japan, Dylan use to drift cars. they wouldn't be her own car's, but her friends, and they new she was responsible so they let her.

Laying still for a moment Dylan heard footsteps. Just as someone walked over Dylan slid from under the car and shelided her eyes from the sun, taking her cigarette inbetween two fingers. she dusted her clothes of and took her hair from out of the pony tail and sung it out. it was a boy, a good looking boy at that. and he was drinking something, she smiled at him just as he spoke," 'Sup ?" she said looking him up and down." uhmm, nothin' much, trying to make my car start and go faster ." she replied.

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