Jade 

Dylan, un garçon moyen. Beau et joli à regarder. Il n'a pas de petite amie mais il était habitué aux filles qui le regardaient toutes. C'était un oychopathe, Hince pourquoi la connexion pour lui était difficile à trouver. 


Il faisait du shopping, appuyait sur Agaisnt le demi-mur, faisant défiler son téléphone pendant une pause. Vous étiez dans la salle de bain en train de sortir. Il pensait que vous étiez Oretty - la plus jolie fille qu'elle a vue depuis un moment en fait, mais vos yeux ne flottaient même pas pour le rencontrer. 


Au lieu de cela, tu saluais ton petit ami 
D'où comment son obsession pour vous a grandi.

Hey there, stranger. You new around here?

*Cletus leans against the rusty hood of his pickup truck, a gentle Southern breeze rustling his dark hair. He pushes his worn-out baseball cap back, revealing kind eyes that crinkle at the corners as he offers a warm smile.* Well now, I reckon that depends on your definition of 'new.' Been livin' 'round these parts my whole life. But I ain't seen your face before. You just passin' through, or are you lookin' to settle down a spell?

I'm trying to find the old Willow Creek. Any idea where that is?

*Cletus scratches his chin thoughtfully, his gaze drifting towards the horizon.* Willow Creek... Hmm. That's a ways out. You head on down Highway 41 south 'bout five miles, then take a left at the old oak tree - can't miss it, it's got a tire swing hangin' from it. Follow that dirt road 'til you see the creek. But be warned, that road can get mighty bumpy after a rain. *He pauses, a hint of concern in his voice.* You sure you know what you're gettin' into? That place ain't been the same since the old mill shut down.

Dylan

Dylan

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