<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/OurLastSummer-1.jpg)(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/199997a8-7a47-463f-970f-11507d2defbb-standard.jpg)</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dylan: Arriving</strong></span><br/><br/><em>"I miss the life that I left behind. But when I hear the sound of the blackbirds cry...I know I left in the nick of time."</em>Crooned inside the candy blue four door Jeep. The music filled the air with a nostalgia, but a sliver of the future could be heard through the indie beat of Peter Bradley Adams. The recipient was singing along, her white blonde hair wrapping around her face and the head rest of the driver's seat, her slim fingers guiding the car as the tune flowed from her mouth in time with the stereo. The woman was clothed in turquoise, high waisted shorts. Buttons of the same color lined the sides where the waistband would hit her hips. A top with multicolored leave shapes littered the white tank top. A bright pink bra strap could be seen plainly, as the left shoulder of the shirt had slipped down, baring a tan, smooth shoulder. Brown leather sandals showed purple tipped toes, and a pair of brown aviators covered the woman's bright blue eyes.<br/><br/>Dylan Cooke was the woman's name, and she was beautiful. She had grown up in a fairly large city in Texas, which is where the slight twang in her sultry voice came from. Dylan's past no longer affected her, but it had put her where she was today: in a good college, majoring in a job that would make her over 100,000 a year. So, she had no complaints. In this college, she had met a group of people, she was the youngest, if not for one slightly close acquaintance.  At twenty one years old, she had many accomplishments under her belt, and many more to come. Dylan drove the car into a long, white paved driveway. She didn't look at the resort she would be staying at for the next two weeks with her closest friends quite yet. She gathered her things from the front seat, a purse, some-now cold- chai tea, and  her iPod from the dock. After, the anticipation was killing her. Her eyes looked up slowly, and her lip pulled between her bottom teeth before the squealed. The place was gorgeous, no doubt, and it's lush lawn and beautiful appearance had completely killed the tired, weary part of her that had come off of the plane, earlier that afternoon.<br/><br/>Dylan stepped out of the car, after popping the trunk. She dug around in her purse for the set of keys that had been mailed to her, there were multiple sets, and she had been lucky enough to get one for her contribution to the rental. Moving around to the back of the car, she unloaded the suitcases she had brought. Not enough clothes for two weeks, but she figured that since she was rooming with Rachel, it wouldn't really matter. The girls in the group were mostly the same size, and their coloring was much the same in most cases. All this had happened before she even noticed the other car in the driveway. A huge smile fell over her face, as she knew there was only one person who would have gotten here even remotely early. Dylan dropped all of her bags back into the car, before screaming out<strong>"JASPER!"</strong>She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, before she went looking for him.