The Silly Games We Play With Each Others Hearts

Brody: "Oh, well, just as good." He turned again and took a look at the engine. "Seems like I need to go get a new oil pan. Must've rusted it out or something. I don't know, all I do know is that I got a cheerful of hot oil earlier and it didn't feel too well." He shut the hood and smiled at her. "Now that you've seen mine, what's yours? Seem to be interested in classics, guessing a GTO. Maybe early seventies to late sixties? Second choice for me of course." Stifling a shrug, he looked her over. Obvious, since he was a rather straightforward person. She had a good body build, curved in the right places that he liked. She seemed distant though, a bit shy. Maybe she wasn used totaling to people? Nah, she was pretty enough to have talked to lots of people.

Mallory: She sighed and pushed her hair back out of her face. The weather made her hair poof up and she hated it. She cast her green eyes over everything she saw. Why? Scoping of course!! What kind of girl DIDNT have a date on Friday night? A guy jogged past. Nice body. But he was a ginger!! Sorry, I dont do redheads.. She thought as he proceeded. Mal jerked open her car door and slipped inside. Maybe she'd go to the coffee shop and see what *thoughtful* guys she could hook. Maybe she'd get a black haired one. Oooohhhh her favorites.

anyone wanna rp?

I do :)

Alright :) who and who?

Mallory and Damian, or Bradley and Jessie. I don't really have a preference lol. :)

Brody: "Ah, nice choice. Maybe you'll be the one giving me a test drive?" He chuckled and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well, shyann, I have to be going. Gotta go get this part, maybe if you want, you can come along? I wouldn't mind the company. Of course, who would..?" His gaze traveled over her again and he smiled. Of course, no man in his right mind would choose mechanics over a woman such as her.

Got it sounds perfect (:

You pick. XD

Sam- At the store, he stood in the aisle that held the spaghetti noodles, slightly confused on which type he should get. He never knew there were so many. Living on his own was harder than he thought. Deciding to go with the angel hair, he walked to the self checkout and purchased his items to make spaghetti for that night. Exiting the store was a bit harder, seeing as how the sidewalks were busy along the street, but somehow he cut through. Holding onto his bags with one hand, he walked down the street and ran his free hand through his dark brown hair. He got a look from one of the girls sitting on the bench beside the park as he walked past, no doubt because of his amazing combination of brown hair and blue eyes. Giving her a small wave, he knew he couldn't get mixed up with women again for a while. Melissa had broken his heart. Sleeping around with whoever would jump into bed with her. He'd been faithful the entire relationship, even though he had many chances to cheat.

want me to start?

Brody: With a smile, he turned in the direction of his driveway and waved to her to follow. "I think it's a pretty long walk though, but that just gives me a bit more time to figure you out." He made sure to walk slowly, so that she could keep up. "Howd you find my house anyway? One minute you weren't there, the next you were."

Brody: "Oh, so your attracted to my car?" He shrugged and gave her a quick smirk before judging her elbow with his own. "I probably would've done the same thing. Although, you impala probably doesn't have as many engine problems as the comaro. Seems like every time I turn around something's wrong with it." His hand ran through his messy black hair as he adverted his gaze from he back to his driveway.

Brody: Letting out a slight chuckle, he rubbed his chin and nodded. "I suppose your right. I am a bit rough on the car. Then again, I jump at every chance to take care of it too." When he shoved his hands into his pockets, he looked back over to her. "I can assure you though, I am not attracted to your car at least. I have yet to even see yours." Same old, same old. Flirty behavior always caught the good ones. Was she caught yet by his standards, not even close. He'd have to keep it up, seems like its working.

Brody: "That may be true, but I'd still argue that it's in no comparison to you." He was all smiled today, maybe she brought that out? Possibly, but what woman couldn't bring out a smile in him. Then again, maybe he was trying to convince himself that he didn't like her all that much. It wasn't working for him even if he was. She wasn't just gorgeous, she was pretty cool to talk to as well. What more could a guy ask for? High maintenance girls were too much for him. "Maybe I could see this impala sometime? The way you've been talking about it now, I'm pretty anxious to see what it looks like."

Brody: stumbling just slightly to the side as she pushed him, he smirked. "Don't believe me and your crazy Shyann." Looking forward for a moment before back to her, he rubbed the back of his neck. ""You know the garage just downtown in Chicago, Ray's autoshop, or something like that? That's where we're headed."