@vincentarakawa
Dylan wasn't sure what to think right now. He did have a bit of panic attack when he was asked by his friend Vincent Arakawa to buy him some...weed. This was something he didn't think he would be doing but Vince was right it was just a tiny pack in his bag and why would anyone question him? Issac was straight and to the point he just gave it to them and Dylan left. Didn’t even know him but he guessed a kid in a wheelchair wasn’t any worry of his either. This made Dylan question how threatening he looked, not that he wanted to look threatening but he was seriously debating on the things he could get away with as someone in his position. Maybe there was more power in this then he thought. He always loved making his situation better but right now he was a boy on a mission. A law breaking boy. He started for Vince's house sometimes getting nervous when people would look his way but as he stated to himself before it was just the chair. It was always the chair. It was like a cloaking device. Like a super power. He might be monologging in his inner thoughts to much but it gave him something more to think about then the weed at his side. He rolled up to Vincent’s house and knocked on the door. “Knock, knock.” He called. He wondered if he should yell special delivery or not. Nah, maybe he’s do that another time. “ C’mon Vince my arms are killing me.”