"Hey Rachel?" Dylan came to the bathroom door. "Is she okay?" Rachel looked at him out of the corner of her eye, while she was taking pictures to post on facebook/tumblr/instagram. "She did kind of storm off earlier."
"She'll be fine. She get into these moods sometimes." Rachel looked throught the pictures on her phone trying to find her best photos to upload.
"What do you mean by those moods?" Dylan propped hmself up against the bathroom sink.
"We've only been friends since freshman year, but from what she tells me she's had a weird life. She hates not being in control of her life, and about now she's probably feeling overwhelmed." She clicked upload and put her phone in her bra. " We should probably go." She said walkin past Dylan to go get her bag.
"Yeah, Okay. Do you know where she went?" Dylan said walking over to the bed and grabbing his sun glasses.
"She probably walked to the convention center. When she gets upset, she normally just needs a moment alone to cool down." Rachel said following Tyler out the door, leaving it for Dylan to shut.
"Alright, can I have her number though? I'm going to call and ask her where she is." Rachel just took his phone out of his hand, and entered her contact information, naming her moody. " Thanks, he said before he went toward his car, and they went toward Rachel's. He clicked her contact name and pressed call. He opened his car door and climbed in, putting the keys in the ignition before he noticed the sleeping body in his back seat.
She had her jacket drapped over her like a blanket and her phone was lying on the floor infront of her shining brightly with Dylan's number flashing. He ended his call, and smiled. He started the car and headed for comic con.
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The car stopped and Dylan took the keys out. "Hey, it's time to wake up." He leaned over his seat and shook my arm. "We're at comic con." He shook my arm again, finally getting me awake. I opened my eyes, and sat up.
"Why are you only waking me up now?" I said putting my jacket back on. and checking my make up in my phone.
"Because you looked tired. Your make up is fine, come one, get out." He sad getting out of his car and opening my door for me.
"Um thank you. I'll be going this way, see you later." I said and quickly walked away. I looked back before going in, and saw him already walking in a back door.
I got my phone out and immediately called Rachel.
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"So you got entered in another contest?" I asked Rachel as we walked around getting autographs.
"Yeah, I think I have a chance at winnning, but can you touch up my make up a bit? I feel like I sweated half of it off, with my nerves." We started heading toward an exit, while I fished in my bag for the make up kit.
"Yeah, here, wipe off your face, and give it a breather." I handed her a face wipe, that was meant to be gentle on removing makeup.
"Okay" While she was wiping her face, I lit up a cigarette, and took a deep breath.
"Rachel, I want to go home." I looked at her, and she gave me the most shocked face I could every imagine her having.
"but there is stll two more days after today." I looked away from her and sighed.
"I know. It's just, you know me. I'm not one to talked to guys, let alone famous guys, and you're forcing me to room with Dylan Fucking O'brien. I can't handle it." She finished wiping her face and threw out the wipe.
