Snippet #2055648

Raven blinked at the boy as he chuckled a little. It was a warming laugh, the kind of laugh that could light up the whole room... then it hit her.

Was he... laughing at her? No. He wouldn't be. He just wouldn't. She went to open her mouth and say something questioning, curious, and most likely very "Raven" (not the best option, as she'd learned the hard way), when he beat her to it, smiling down at her.

“Well I’m not from where you’re from, if I need a motive then why can’t it be the pleasure of your company? Or perhaps it’s that I want your sister to owe me one. Either one you can pick but I do suggest we move away from here.”

She stared at him.

Pleasure of her company... eh? Well that's not one she's heard before.

Then again, he wanted to have something against her sister... she chuckled lightly.

"Let me guess," She mumbled, as he turned his attention to his phone, "you want something, was that it?"

But she doubted very much he heard her, which was a good thing, on her behalf.

Still, giving him the benefit of the doubt, she stood, brushing off her skinny jeans and flicking a piece of hair from her face. User or not, he was still being nice enough to invite her along.

“seems dinner is canceled" He piped up again, making the blond look at him curiously, "and your sister is planning a party that everyone is going to be at. So if you wish I can give you a ride there.”

She looked at him skeptically, weighing up her options. Partying with her sister or staying in her dorm... at least at a party, she might get a feed. Man would she kill for some BK right now...

She nibbled her lip, thinking about it.

"Tell you what." She started, he walked off, she followed. "I'll come along and play up the whole "damsel in distress" role, if you stop by and grab me a feed." She smirked at him, reaching the car. She leaned against the door, trying to pull off the whole sophisticated and classy and almost yelped when she missed. Well, that failed. She chose to cross her arms instead, "And by the way." She raised a brow, "You get Bry good, and I'll give you my chips."

Oh right... double dealing.

Well, if you're hoping in the car with a potential kidnapper, you miles well make the most of it, right?

She pulled out her phone, texting her sister. She loved Brylen dearly, she really did. But it was times like this that she remembered why they were sisters.

Crazy antics, anyone?

I think so.

To: Brylen

Heya giiiiiirl. No need to stress about showing up. I'm all good. We're on our way. See you soon. x