An Indirect Date of Some Sort [Cynthia]

[Angel Axel]

Angel gently set his guitar in the back cab of his black Ford Ranger truck. Yeah, he had a truck and he loved his truck. With what money he got he spiced his new auto up. He smiled cheekily at Cynthia.

"Its not a Camaro, its not a Porche or a Volvo. Its a truck..." He chuckled and opened the passagenger door for her. He slid around the front of the vehicle and hopped into the drivers seat.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia slid inside the truck and laughed. "Trucks are awesome by the way. When I first learned how to drive it was in my grandfather 1985 Ford Truck. I love trucks." She explained with a laugh as she snapped on the seat belt. "How fast can this thing go?" She smirked.

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[Angel Axel]

"A girl who likes cars? Hmmmm...I never knew that." He joked, teasing her and showered an innocent smile across his face as he turned the engine on, which roared beautifully. Neon lights glowed dimly in the dark against them in an array of colors. He had spiced it up. "Well...legally...a hundred and forty miles per hour, what the speedometer says." He looked at her with a devious look in his eyes.

"Illegally....I added more horsepower to and not only increased its life and placed a beatiful new everything in it. I add forty more miles per on it. So...the baby..." He pat the dashboard. "One hundred and eighty." He smirked wickedly. "I added life, and I love it." He smirked brutally. He wasnt a seatbelt person so it was no surprise he didnt buckle up as he sped down the road. His arms gripped the steering wheel, lightly tense. And he knew damn well why. It had been hours since he had anymore of his drugs.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

"I have two older brother and one younger. I love sports, cars and as much as I can get. I'm tomboy at heart. Dresses are never my thing." she laughed resting her head against the back of her seat. Speed and cars were one of the best things ever. "Sweet. But I bet that I can out drive you in a race any day." She retorted with a smirk, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Eying him carefully, she frowned softly. She has seen that before and it didn't make her feel safe. "Are you okay?" She asked her voice full of concern. "You really should wear your seatbelt." She whispered softly.

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[Angel Axel]

"Withdrawal. I'll be okay." He smiled reassuringly at her, and then quirked his brow. No one had ever made him able to put his seatbelt on, but something told him he should and he did. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, blushing afterwards. Soon they arrived to their destination and he parked his truck. "We'll race one day." He smirked as he hopped out and opened the door for her.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia smiled as he put his seat belt on, made her feel slightly at ease. "Withdrawal huh? Then I gotta do a little better at distracting you huh?" She replied with a smirk, crossing her legs before looking out the window. She stepped out of the car when Angel opened the door for her. "One day? I'll hold you to that." She replied with a raised brow, grabbing his hand and gave it a squeeze.

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[Angel Axel]

He blushed -she was so fliratious and cute-, as they walked into the resturant and she had a grip of his hand. They were seated, and right away chips and salsa were served to them. He sat down in the booth, and smiled gently.

A wave of guilt rammed his face, and he sighed. Another Angel Axel 'moment'. "Cynthia...I'm not who you think I am. Well...actually I dont know what you think about me, but." He leaned in, "I'm a drug addict." He whispered so no one else heard.

Would her perspective change of him? Did she know that her best friend Jackie was a drug addict as well and bought drugs from him in secret?

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cyn sat down and looked at Angel. With him revealing that secret to her was very touching. She took a deep breath. "So is my brother, my best friend and my father." She whispered back. Her brother was trying to quit and she did visit him often in rehab. Her father was more secretive about since he was running for governor of Mississippi. "In this day and age, its not abnormal and right now all I ask, like I ask Jackie, don't ever do it around me. I don't want to see it. I'm not going to try to change you and or anything like that but just don't let me see it." She explained softly and she looked down.

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[Angel Axel]

He reached over and placed his hand over her hand. "I wont let you see it." He whispered gently, and sighed softly. His hand shook lightly as it caressed her hand. It was clear what type of withdrawal he was going through. He removed his hand, and leaned back gently in his seat gently, fiddling with a chip.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

She glanced up when he placed his hand on top of hers. He was shaking and it worried her even more. Biting her lower lip, she looked up at him. "If you have to excuse yourself for a little bit, go ahead. Just don't me dude." She remarked trying to make a joke, see if she could make him laugh.

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[Angel Axel]

Angel cracked a tiny smile, got up, kissing her cheek gently as he went to the bathroom. He knew that it would hurt her if she thought about what he was doing and that pained him. To get rid of his pain, he took out some meth, and started to smoke it, and inhale it. He had locked the door not caring if others were ticked off by his gesture. He injected himself with cocaine, and snorted the rest up his nose. He rubbed his watering and looked at himself. Well...the shaking had stopped.

He cleaned out any evidence he had and returned to the table, rubbing his eye one more time before he sat down. He ordered a hamburger with fries and ranch dressing, and smiled gently as gently as someone could smile at Cynthia.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cyn gave a small nod as he left her and sighed. Ordering a pepsi from the waiter she waited patiently for Angel to return. She sweetly waved to the little boy who was eating dinner with his family and looked up as Angel sat back down. "You okay?" She asked softly before she ordered a salad.

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[Angel Axel]

He nodded. "Yeah. I'm okay." He flinched, even though she didnt say it, he could feel it hurt her. He moved standing up and playfully butted her over with his hip against her hip. He smirked innocently as he sat down by her. "I'm sorry." He told her, as he stroked her hair back gently.

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[Cynthia DeSilva]

She nodded and smiled when he sat down next to her. Resting her head against his shoulder, she shrugged. "It's okay. Don't apologize." She replied. Reaching over, Cyn took one of his fries and placed it in her mouth, with it sticking it out far enough for him to take a bite. "Want some?" She managed to ask keeping the fry in her mouth.

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[Angel Axel]

He chuckled softly. "Your cute." He complimented and gently enricled his mouth over the fry, their lips lightly touching. He blushed softly, and took a bite and pulled away. "I take it that was our...first kiss..." He looked at her. "Hmm...that was really cheesy." He chuckled, and pressed his forehead against hers. "Shall we try again?" He asked her softly, his nose rubbing hers.

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