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"So, Angie, right?" he asked her, keeping his eyes on the road. His hand tapped against his knee, following the beat of the music playing, while he drove with the other.

"Yea," she said, her voice a whisper.

"Why so quiet?" he asked, sticking out his lower lip.

Amanda was bobbing her head up and down to her mp3. It was obvious she couldn't hear them because if she had heard him say that, she would start babbling about how wonderful her date was last night. She just wouldn't stop.

Angie looked out the window.

Why, oh why, did Amanda have to hog the backseat? She was forced to sit in front with him by her. He sensed her silence and nodded, "Not much of a talker?"

She nodded.

"Well, mind if I introduce myself, talk about myself a little? I just hate silence. Even though the music's playing, I like to hearing a conversation going on," he beamed at her. She nodded.

"My name is Dylan Matthews. I'm sixteen years old, I have a pet dog and I live with my father next door to Amanda. I have a younger brother, Pat, who is only nine years old. He stays with my mother though, all the way in Wisconsin. I go to the same school as you guys do, and I'm graduating by the end of this year," he said, casually talking about his life as though he was talking about the weather that morning, "I skipped a grade."

He smirked at Angie.

"A pet dog?" Angie was interested. Her beautiful eyes widened a little and her ears perked up, "What kind of dog?" He ran his hands through his hair, "A Collie." Angie's lips twitched a little, "What's his name?"

"Her name is Marble," he smiled at her.

"Her?"

"It's a female dog," he chuckled. Angie blushed, "Oh. Tell me about her. Why did you name her Marble?"

Dylan smiled, "If you look into her eyes, she had the most prettiest greenish blue coloured eyes. They are so shiny, so… sparkly, so beautiful, that it will remind you of a beautiful marble."

"What will remind me of a marble?"

Amanda had taken out her earphones and was now listening to Dylan talk about Marble. "Oh, my dog, Marble." Dylan suddenly scowled, "You already know her."

"Oh, right. That little mutt."

"It's not a mutt, Amanda."

"It ripped out Mom's roses. She called it a mutt."

"End of conversation, Amanda."

Amanda pouted and just put on her earphones again, and lied back down.

Amanda Ryans. Pft. That no good stuck up little daughter of that stupid woman, Dylan angrily thought. Always corrupting Amanda's mind… Oh, how would he love to teach them a lesson…

"Dylan?"

Angie's voice brought him back to reality.
Dylan pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he was trying to control himself. Angie noticed this, and said, "How long have you had her?"

He turned his head to look at Angie.

She looks really adorable in that shirt, he thought.

No! Snap out of it, man! She's like 3 or 4 years younger than you!

"For about a year, maybe two. I can't remember. I've had her for what feels like a really long time. It's as if she's been with me since the day I was born," he joked. Angie laughed.

"And now, as requested, here is the song: Paralyzer by Finger Eleven!" the man on the radio announced. Dylan cheered, "I love this song!"

"I know it," she smiled sweetly.

"Sing with me then!" he grinned.

She blushed and looked away.

The music began playing.

I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It's been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

He saw Angie bob her head along lightly, her fingers slightly tapping against her knee…

Well I'm not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you're standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I'm looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well I'm still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

And she began singing along with him, her little clear voice singing beautifully…

Well, I'm not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you're standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

(repeat paragraph 3 times)

You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

Angie laughed and grinned.

Oh, wow. Her laugh… it's lovely.
Dylan! Stop it!
You can't help but feel attracted to her, Dylan…
Get out of my head!

"STOP IT!!" he yelled, and braked, bringing the car to a sudden halt. Thank God Angie was wearing her seat belt, tight and secured. Amanda just rolled onto the other seat. He looked at Angie and saw that she was closed to tears. Her eyes… they were filled with fear.

"Oh, Angie… I'm sorry, Angie. Are you okay?" Angie nodded and blinked back tears. She looked out the window. Amanda scrambled to sit up properly, "God, Dylan!" she wailed in that high pitched voice of hers, "You could have killed us!"

"Well, you're more than welcomed to walk, Amanda!' Dylan snapped at her. Amanda looked taken aback, and leaned back in her seat.

"Can we just… get to school, please?" Angie said. Her voice was shaky and it was very much obvious she wanted to get out of the car. "Yea, a few more minutes and we'll be there…" he softly said.

When they reached school, Angie unbuckled her seat belt, grabbed her bag and practically ran away. Amanda took her own sweet time, and finally got out of the car. Dylan slammed his head against the steering wheel, making it go HONK!

A few students walking by jumped and someone cussed, "Watch it, asshole!"

Dylan groaned.

Why…

Why did Tyler have to come out now?

Jack squirmed in the chair.
He was tied to it, and struggling against the ropes, which held his arms firmly in place began to hurt really bad. His eyes were blindfolded and he felt a cloth in his mouth.

He starting struggling again, and suddenly, he felt a very sharp pain spreading up his arm. He groaned loudly, and felt his eyes brimming with tears.

He felt a sob escape his lips. He tried to keep himself calm. He kept telling himself he was going to be alright…

He heard footsteps. A door swung open, and the lights were switched on.

"Jack Mercer," a feminine voice said. He could hear her walking towards him as her heels clacked against the cold, cemented floor, "So, we meet again."

He felt her pull off his blindfold. He blinked several times, trying to get his vision clear. He looked up at her, and gasped.

"No, it can't be."

Okay.

If you can guess...

1) Who Tyler is
2) Why he & Angie acted so strangely
3) Who the feminine voice belonged to

I will write a oneshot for you :) You may request ANY type of fanfiction, but it has to be either from Twilight, Four Brothers, and Phantom of the Opera.
ONLY if you answer all 3 questions correct though :p

3rd question is rather... difficult.