He got into the passengers side, leaving his door open as he fiddled with the radio. *** He got into his. "The beach was nice. I liked it." *** She grinned, going to the car and getting in her seat.
Her punch didn't do as much damage as he had expected. She started up the car and it sparked slightly. Aisling squinted at it before turning to look at Lucy. "Hey, Luce? Can you help?" Lucy looked away from Jaz before nodding, crawling between the seats. "Of course." * * * He joined her, draping an arm around her shoulder.
Dion sat back, letting Lucy work as Jaz folded his hands, looking out the window. *** She looked over at him before taking her blanket and putting it over him playfully.
Her fingers moved quickly over the wires before she nodded, ejecting the CD and inserting it again. "That should work," she said, sitting back and leaning against Jaz. * * * "Excuse me!"
Dion nodded, turning down the volume and pressing the play button. "Thank you." Jaz looked over at her curiously. *** She grinned. "Captured."
The 80s music played and Aisling relaxed a little, reaching over and running her fingers through Dion’s hair before driving away from the beach. *** Lucy returned his look of curiosity, raising one eyebrow. “What?” *** “It’s hot under here, Blaisey.”
He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. *** He simply stuck his tongue out at her. *** She pulled off the blanket her head tilted. "Better?"
She looked over at him thoughtfully, running her fingers through his hair as they drove. * * * She laughed at the action, poking his nose. "What's that for?" * * * "Yes," he said with an air of relief. "Thank you."
He was quiet, his eyes closed. *** "Just teasing you," he said brightly. *** She gave him a small grin before looking out the window.
A small smile crossed her lips before she turned her attention to the road, driving down the highway. * * * She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Loser." * * * He draped an arm over her shoulder, kissing the top of her head before hitting her in the face with Balthazar.
He didn't go to sleep, opening his eyes a few moments later so he could continue working on her hat. *** He chuckled, leaning back. "Mean." *** "Ah! Why?!"
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and a small flush crossed the bridge of her nose as she considered him. She didn't say anything, however, rolling down her window. * * * "I'm not mean," she replied primly. "I'm honest." * * * He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close suddenly, kissing her forehead. "You were getting too comfortable."
He looked over at her thoughtfully, before looking back down at the hat and working. *** "So I'm a loser, then?" *** "Well now I'm comfortable."
Emerson was sitting at his desk, writing in a notebook. His eyes were red-rimmed and he sniffled slightly, clearing his throat as he worked. The room was freezing, the open window next to him inviting in a chilling breeze as he worked.
