dylananderson-rp:
"Poetry, by the lovely ghostface."
"Why would he say that... You know what, I wouldn't worry about it, probably just some punk kid."Â

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@dylananderson-rp
dylananderson-rp:
"Poetry, by the lovely ghostface."
"Why would he say that... You know what, I wouldn't worry about it, probably just some punk kid."Â
Terrible Tricc
Zooming through the curves of Woodsboro, Lennon tapped his fingers to the beat of Santeria by Sublime. Quietly singing along, he wondered what had his friend so eager to meet up. He shifts into park and pulls the keys out of the ignition and gets out. Sauntering into Tricc, he follows the aisles to the very back, meeting his best friend with a large smile. âDylan, my man. Whatâs good?â
Dylan gave him a gentle slap on the back, and pulled him into a hug. "I missed you dude." He smiled as he went back to sorting through the records "Let me finish this, and we can go into the back and talk." He quickly moved the records back into ABC order, which he had to do everyday because some customers just couldn't put them back properly. "Okay. So on the gossip blog, it said Kaiden and Tessa we on a roadtrip.." He paused "Now before you get mad, I talked to her and she said it was nothing..I really don't know why I told you, I just thought that you might want to know..I don't know." He stopped, wishing he wouldn't of said anything.Â
Re-reading Ghostface text. âTwinkle Twinkle Little whore,close your legs youâre not a door.â
"What are you reading?"Â
Text: Lennon
Lennon: Getting in the car right now, where you at?
Dylan: Tricc, in the back.
Band of Horses | The Funeral
Text: Lennon
Dylan: Dude, what are you doing, we need to talk.
dylananderson-rp:
"Not a customer, just came to say Hi,and to see if you wanted to do something after work."
"Well, hello," He smiled "What do you have in mind?"Â
"Welcome to Tricc, your one stop shop for anything and everything to do with music, what can I help you with?" His white teeth shined as he smiled at the customer walking through the door.Â
Text @ Dylan
Lennon: Name your game- I'm in.
Dylan: Something crazy..Not fireworks on doorsteps, I mean like fireworks in the air, wake up this town.
Text @ Dylan
Lennon: Hey man, what's new?
Dylan: Same old same old. We need to do something...
Yeah, I figured that out awhile ago.. And Nothing really, they were just saying Me and Kaiden went on a roadtrip.Â
"Did you and this Kaiden guy go on a roadtrip, or was it just bullshit from the gossip blog?"Â
So people are already gosspinâ on the blog?
You know, people in a small town talk...I don't even follow it anymore, what was in it this time?Â
Towns bad boy.
You know it.. Actually, Lennon is worst than me.Â
The redhead walked from the backroom of the video store, peeking out first before she found her familiar smile warmly spread across her features. âOh, hey. Looking for something in particular?â She sing-songâd.
"No not really, I just need something to keep me entertained." He smiledÂ
Way to make a first impression at college,Anderson.
I don't need a first impression, this town knows me, they alreay know that I am trouble.Â
Classes start tomorrow and I donât even have anything prepared.
I probably won't even show up, I hate first days.Â
      Eileen happily took the drink, grinning wider as it warmed her palms. She was usually so cold which might be the exact reason she drank coffee as if it was water. As he moved to the table she quickly followed behind him, taking a seat before looking back towards him.
      âRight, sorry, Iâm Eileen. So, what is it you do here?â
"It's nice to meet you Eileen." Dylan smiled "What I do here? As in around the town? I work at Tricc, the record store down the street. And I am taking classes. What about you?"Â