<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>: The White Rihno<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: My Place<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jacks Place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chrissa, Billy<br/><br/>As he sat there looking off behind them towards the volvo and the trans am he heard the two speaking up front.  His eyes shifted up behind him and he realized they left the slidding window open for maddy earlier and when they all switched places he forgoten it was open. Had they heard him yelling at Maddy to be softer with the clutch? He blushed realizing he was an idiot if they did.  He listened on as they spoke before chimming in himself softly<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Routines arent bad at all, Its what the military live by..."</span></em></strong>It dawned on him, had he just interupted a private convorsation.  He slinked back down to a sitting position gulping softly realizing how rude he'd jsut been.