Paper Airplanes

Getting to Know You

It was four o'clock, the end of the day and I was currently making my way to the library to meet Dylan. To be honest I was a bit nervous, I didn't want to talk to Dylan about my past but I knew that we would eventually have to for the sake of the project. Going against the rushing crowd I eventually found myself standing in front of the large mahogany doors that led into the school's library. With a deep breath I pushed them open, letting the smell of new and old books fill my nostrils. 

I looked around at all the empty hardwood tables that scattered the library and immediately spotted Dylan sitting at one with his feet propped up on the table. I was surprised the librarian hadn't told him anything yet about his feet being on the table, but then again he was Dylan Clarke, if he wanted to he could fire the poor old woman. Shaking my thoughts from my mind I I straightened my white blouse and began walking through the maze of tables. Once I made it to where Dylan sat I noticed him typing on his phone with his earphones in his ears.

"Dylan." I said, dropping my backpack on the ground near the empty chair next to him. He only bobbed his head to his blasting music as kept typing.

I rolled my eyes, "Dylan." Still no reply.

"Dylan!" I exclaimed shoving his feet off the table.

"Hey!" He shouted, his feet hitting the floor, the action earning a shush from the old librarian. His eyes landed on me and he took one earphone out of his ear.

"Oh, it's you." He said, showcasing that famous smirk of his.

"Yes it's me, you wanted to work on the project today. Well at least that's what I read in the note you left me." I said, tossing the note on the table. "What is it with you and notes by the way?"

Dylan shrugged, "They're fun."

For the second time today, I rolled my eyes and brought my backpack up onto the table. I unzipped it and began shuffling through my mass of papers.

"You should really organize that backpack." Dylan pointed out, his earphones gone from his ears.

"Thanks for pointing that out, I'll get right on it." I said sarcastically pulling out a notebook and my laptop.

"Okay, so now what, we ask each other questions and write down our answers?" I asked not really knowing what to do next.

"Not exactly." Dylan said. Then he reached down into his backpack and pulled out a case. He opened it up and took out a black video camera.

"We are going to ask each other questions, but instead of writing down the answers like boring people,"

I glared at him and he chuckled before continuing.

"We'll be videotaping everything." He finished, opening up the flap of the camera to turn it on.

"So like we're videotaping our experiences?"

"Something like that." Dylan replied as he messed with the camera. I was surprised, yesterday Dylan was being a total jerkwad and today he was being somewhat civil. That didn't mean I'd be putting my guard down though, because deep down I knew that the Dylan I knew yesterday was still somewhere in there.

"Sounds good." I replied.

"Cool, so you'll go first then." Dylan stated, hitting record. In seconds the camera was facing me.

"I-uh-what!?"I stuttered staring at the camera in front of me.

Dylan chuckled, "You're going first Harriett."

"How many times to I have to tell you that my name isn't Harriett it's Harley." I glared at him.

"I know its Harley; I just find it quite entertaining that  you annoyed when I call you Harriett." He smirked. I huffed and crossed my arms, fully aware that I was being recorded at the moment.