(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Dressed in:</strong>See Photo to right, minus hat<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Sat night 8 o'clock sharp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br/><br/><br/>As the door to the house shut he seemed like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders, he was once again a nervous 17 year old, not a threatened nervous 17 year old.  He walked side by side with her down to the car and held a soft yet sincer smile on his face.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"you look... amazing..."</span></em></strong>his charasmatic smile perked up a bit as they reached the car and he opened the door to the Trans Am for her.<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"M'lady..."</span></strong></em>he said holding the door, and as she sat his eyes shifted back and only half jokingly he asked<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"wait...he really isnt going to get a shot gun....is he?"</strong></em></span><br/><br/>The old muscle car roared to life as he turned the car on shifting it into first gear.  He slowly and respectivly pulled out of the drive way turning left heading towards town.  An old set of military dog tags hung from the rear view mirror.  His eyes shifted from looking back to forwards then towards her.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"so what do people normally do on these things?"</span></em></strong>he said only half jokingly again.  She could tell he was nervous and he wasnt a pro at this like some of the other boys who had asked her in the past with rehearsed lines.