kitten wrote:
it was 3:30 am and opal was driving her black ford focus through the dirty mist. she drove down route 66 everyday on her way home from work, which was pretty early in the morning. she slouched into the warm seat of her car and took a drink of her coffee that was a little cold by now, but she didn't mind. she looked at her speed, that read '65'. normally at this time of night opal really didn't worry about cops, they lingered around at night but almost nobody took this practically abandoned highway to work. looking back up out the windshield, she saw a dark figure practically right in front of her. slamming on her breaks, she nearly spit out her coffee as she saw the silhouette of a man standing in front of her car. the mist was too thick to even see who he was. unlocking her car, she stepped out to the mystery man who was standing in the middle of 4 lanes, looking up at the sky. "hello?", she spit out very strongly, trying to be polite but still on guard if this guy had something up her sleeve. she held her jackknife close under her jacket.
jake drove along the coast of the water, looking out and thinking what he was going to do. kurt, his best friend, just informed him that all 4 of his other friends that were supposed to be staying with him and grace were not going to be able to get here because of a huge tropical storm that was coming their way. that left jake + grace stranded together at this beach house. well, not stranded, but to him it would probably feel like that. jake had never really been alone with grace, even though he had knew her throughout their whole high school experience. they'd obviously hung out, but never one-on-one. he pulled up to the beach house and popped the trunk to retrieve his bag, then headed to the door and ringing the doorbell.
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i figure that would work for dean, and if you come up with anything along the way we can just throw it in! :-)