far too young to die

I’m not a work in progress. You get what you get.  

I happen to like what I got.

I am what my mother made me, unfortunately. 

We'll work on it, eventually.

Whether he was sure or not, the problem was whether they had a choice on the matter. It was the closest place he could find that would offer them shelter and from the looks of thsi raging storm, it was the only way they were going to survive the night when the streets were empty and there was no way for him to call for help or home with how drenched they currently were. So, no he wasn’t sure but it was the only plan he could come up with. “What? Scared of an empty building, Francesca? I figured you braver than that.” He teased, whispering the taunt in her ear as he squeezed her hand back, basically dragging her towards it as fast as he could quite concerned that things might be flying towards their direction very soon if they don’t head in.

While she couldn't deny that being stuck in a place like that with Landon wasn't as hard to face as it was if she had to be alone, there wasn't a single thing in that house that made her feel comfortable. Not that she would ever admit that. Instead, the blonde simply narrowed her eyes playfully at him, a smile curving her lips. "We both know you'd be up to see me undress for you anytime, Miller. Although, now that I feel rejected I'll just have to lock the door every time I intend to do it and you're around." Laughing lightly, Frankie shook her head and allowed him to lead her through the house, her blue eyed gaze flickering around, observing every inch of the place in silence. It seemed stranged that a place like the Hamptons had a completely abandoned house, one that no one cared to take care of for the sake of appearances. A small sigh escaped her lips, as Francesca moved her hand through her wet hair, nodding at Landon's request. "Okay," she murmured, watching him move away and disappear into the bathroom.

Wanna do somethin’ crazy?

Definitely. What are we up to?

The car was packed and after Zac put some clothes on he walked outside, ready for the camping trip he had planned for himself. He ran the towel over his wet hair and tossed it to the passenger seat as he turned on the car, only to see smoke coming from the engine. He murmured a curse under his breath and popped the hood to look at it.

Admittedly, she had no clue why she'd stopped her car, for she would surely be of no use when it came to help the guy fix it. However, there she was, walking around her own car to meet the stranger, her lips pursing lightly. "Hey--You okay there?"

I’m not sure. Do you consider yourself one of the snooty, obnoxious and the rich?

No, not at all. One of the rich, for sure, but not the rest. I just realized how wrong your concept of important is, darling.

As far as the important people are concerned, I’m the veritable gentleman. 

The important people? Should I be offended?

And an absolute gentleman.

No, not a gentleman. A gentleman wouldn't do what you did in that room during detention, nor allow me to destroy his living room because I'm too mad to talk. You wouldn't kiss me when I tell you to shut up, you wouldn't use that stupid name and you wouldn't tease me the way you do.

But I’ve been nothing but nice to you.

I know, I know. You know a thing or two, I'll admit that.