Just as we finished our conversation Woods came up to the car. A question suddenly popped into my head. “Your name isn't actually Woods right?” He grinned. “Took you long enough. It's actually Dylan Tyler Woods. Everyone just calls me Woods though.” Dylan Woods where have I heard that before? Omg.
“You're Dylan Woods. You've been in exactly 3 movies and released 16 songs. Omg. Everyone is absolutely crazy about you. Especially after you played Dominic in Hell of a Night.” I was totally fangirling. Blake frowned at me. “Why Dominic? I personally liked playing Cyrus.” I shook my head furiously.

“Your acting skills were better in Hell of a Night. . . .and you looked kinda cute.” I mumbled the last part hoping no one would hear it. “So we're going rollerblading. All my friends are horrible at it.” I stuck a tongue out at him. I was actually really good at it, but I wasn't telling him that. . . Just yet.  “Are we going to eat there?” I asked. He nodded. “Their chicken wings don't taste that bad.” I shrugged. “I'll tail you there.” 

Woods shook his head. “I'll give you a lift. I don't want you to waste any gas.” I shrugged. He was making more money than I ever expected myself to make in a lifetime. I guess he could drive. I hopped out of my car and followed Woods to his car. “Can I call you Dylan? Or Dill for short.” We paused in front of a huge white truck. “No one calls me Dylan.” I decided not to push it. The way his shoulders tensed told me I touched a nerve. I heard the door to the truck in front of us unlock. Of course this was his car but it looked so new. I hesitated upon touching the car. To even touch it. “Come on Jessamine. This is our ride.” I nodded but still pause, my hand inches away from the handle.

Then he's on my side of the car picking me up. “Woods. Wait. Stop!” I yell at him. I thrash in his arms, but he opens the door and throws me inside. I land hard on my ass. “Fuck.” I sympathetically rub my butt. Woods jumps into the car. “It will so be your fault if my ass is flat.” I growl at him. He bursts out laughing. “Stop it isn't funny. You're going to ruin my dump truck. I worked so hard on building it last winter.” Woods slams his head on the steering wheel laughing hysterically.

I roll my eyes. After a moment he takes a shuddering breath and starts the car. “Woods we need to stop by the hospital. I need a CAT scan. You might have permanently damaged my butt. My future husband is going to kill you for that.” I can tell Woods is trying really hard not to laugh.

I love teasing him. "You're such a pain in my ass. I guess I really need that CAT scan. I don't think it's safe to have two pains in my ass." With that Woods erupted in laughter, as he attempted to pull the car over.