A/N: ashes0529: I will be and kittycatvamp, thanks for reviewing. I know I said I would upload quickly if I got a review but life got in the way.

Sorry for the shortness, next will be longer I promise.

Cecilia

I wake up feeling discomfort. I groan and open my eyes; the gear stick is digging into me. I open the door and climb over Dylan who I had been half lying across. It's raining; I cross my arms around myself and lean against the car, tasting the raindrops on my tongue.

"Hey girlfriend" Dylan slung his arm around my waist and leans in to kiss me. I grab his face pressing my lips to his; he deepens the kiss as my hands wander down his body.

"No don't" Dylan grins holding me away from him. "We made love like two times last night, we need to get back to your dads"

"He knows about us" I tell Dylan.

"Yeah? What he say?"

"He was good with it" I smile at him. "Surprisingly so"

"You tell him we had sex?"

"Yeah that's pushing it. Is your mom overprotective like mine?"

"Can we not talk in the rain?" Dylan asks.

"I need food, let's walk until we find a gas station"

"Walk in the rain?"

"So what else can we do Dylan? Stay in the car until it stops raining and we have to end up staying all day. I don't think so"

Dylan sighs but comes with me shivering against the cold. I wrap my arms around him and suddenly he's not. We begin to walk with our arms around each other.

"My mom, not really. Over drugs and drink oh hell yeah"

"My dad's over-protective about it all" I roll my eyes. "It's kinda annoying. Alicia, Alex lets her do anything and I mean anything. Brittany is more protective then Alex but Alicia is not her kid"

"What does she have him wrapped around her finger?"

"No, I don't know what she does" I lie not wanting to tell him. What was I supposed to say? - He lets her do whatever she wants because he has no choice- which was ultimately the truth. But then he'd want to know how and I just couldn't tell him.

We walk along the road discussing if it's better to have over-protective parents or not. We decided that over was doing it just as we came along a diner.

"Thank god" I walk towards it.

"Don't we need a gas station?"

"Dylan you complain when we have to walk in the rain and now you want to walk for how many miles we don't even know, when there's a dry place here that we could I don't know, use a phone or ask for directions to a gas station?"

"Good point" Dylan follows. I open the door inhaling the sweet smell of breakfast. "Two fry's up's please" I ask the woman at the counter, thankful I hadn't spent all my money at that bar but then again the men had done most of the spending.

She nods, tells me to choose a seat and she'll bring it over. I stand up and then realise Dylan is not there. Curse. I scan the restaurant seeing him talking to two truck drivers.

"Are you taking the mick?" One of them stood up.

"Excuse me" I slid in-between Dylan and the man. "He didn't mean what he said"

"You didn't even hear missy"

"I don't care really" I grab Dylan's arm and move us away but the man latches on to Dylan pulling him out of my grasp. "We haven't finished with him"

"I think you have" I snap down on his foot and twist his other arm around and then throw him in a downwards motion. He collapses to the floor.

"Why don't we just leave it?" I say to the other man who nods quickly.

I take my seat as people's stares avert and the two men leave.

"What did you say?"

"They were being jack asses saying they wouldn't help me so I-"

"Okay stop. When people are being like that to you, walk away"

"Would you walk away?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Nah I'd punch them" I tell him making him laugh.

"Thought I was roast there" Dylan says once our food has been delivered.

"That's why you have me" I lean across and kiss him.