(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/>His eyes darted back and forth in his room from chair to bed, he didnt know what to wear, he shook his head<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I'm acting like a girl now..."</span></strong></em>he ran his hands through his hair as he picked the button up shirt on the bed.  He feared being to dressy versus to loose fitting, if anyone was there they would notice the constant smirk across his lips though.  People like him didnt get this chance, so as he dressed and softly spritsed himself with fahrenheit cologne, he walked down into the main area of the townhouse.  The rooms were dark and a rerun of scrubs was playing on the tv as he entered the living room<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Hey mum im gonna..."</span></strong></em>he nodded softly as he saw his mum passed out on the couch an empty six pack of miller light on the table.<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"...Gonna be out for a while"</span></strong></em>he kissed her head softly and covered her with a blanket as he shut the tv off.  With a sigh he picked the keys for the Trans Am off the wall and left the house without a look back.<br/><br/>They most likely heard the car before it pulled up into the drive way. With shaking hands he slid out of the car and made his way up to the house.  The Trans AM was a tid bit of an over touch but he prayed to God that her father was a car guy, that he'd be impressed and they'd have something to talk about.  He held a rose in his hands, he read somewhere it was something done on first dates.  As he pressed the door bell and heard it ring on the inside the sudden thought crossed his mind, what if he didn't like cars. He shuttered softly at the thought, then the door open and insitinctivly like he was always taught to do by his father, he stood tall with a sense of pride to him.  That pride slightly shattered as her father opened the door with<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"Your him,"</strong></em></span>any sense was lost as he gulped holding out his hand to shake the older mans hand. His father always said a firm hand shake showed a true man.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"Aye sir, I am Tristyn Phoenix sir, I'm here to take Elizabeth out, that is with your permission, sir"</strong></em></span>his hand hung outward infront of him awaiting his answer.