Just like Jesus [Zac, Ann]

[JD Paerson]

JD caught the clothes Zac threw at him, then looked at the shirt. It was too small. And the pants probably wouldn't fit either. He looked at the clothes, then glanced over at Ann. Finally, he chucked them at her.

"Here," he said gruffly. "These things won't fit me anyway. Better you get to use them."

Quickly, he toweled off his head, then took off his shirt and wrung it out. He was careful not to look over at the other two, in case they were in states of indecency. Unlike certain other members of the male species, he didn't feel it was appropriate to try to sneak peeks at someone, especially when they had just saved you.

"I'm not worried about Ann--" JD started to retort, then gave it up. "Forget it. Anything I say can and will be used against me by the court of Zac." He shook his head as he dried his hair with the towel.

He wrung out his socks, then put on his wet shoes again. Glancing at the warm car, he thought about how wet he was and tried to determine if he would get warm faster if he ran home and used the exercise to heat up or if he just sat in the car and wrapped himself in the towel.

Then he looked at Zac and Ann, realizing that it would probably be a bad idea to leave the two of them alone to go back home. Especially as they would be arriving together, and the curious state of undress might be considered dubious as well. If he were there, at least he could try to explain it all as a big mistake. Or possibly just run off with one of them--he'd been doing some weight-lifitng and thought he could probably carry someone while speeding.

"Well," he said, going over to the car, "I guess I can call this a success, right? I mean, I did run on water." He tried to keep the conversation happy and hope no one would bring up the failure that had come immediately after the success.

"Ladies first," he said, holding open the door for Ann and gesturing proudly. A drip of water fell down his face from his hair, somewhat spoiling the effect. "I trust that we can all agree not to mention this to the gossip circles, yes? Who knows what kind of spin they'll put on it all."

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann was glad that Zac wasn't being himself at the moment, and acting almost like a human being. She didn't know if she could handle him being a jerk at a time like this. When he asked for a towel, she handed him one without a pause and went back to drying herself off. When Zac held up the towel barrier (she didn't actually see it because she'd turned away), she rolled her eyes at what he said. Ann didn't have the slightest urge to peek at either boys while they dried off. She just wasn't interested in it, at all. She'd seen Zac enough to fill a life time, anyway. And those stupid green underwear...

JD held out the clothes, because they were apperantly too small for him. Ann appreciated the gesture, because she definitely wanted to get out of these clothes, but she also didn't want to strip down into her undies with either of them around (she halfway trusted JD, but Zac...) and out in the open air like this, but she couldn't feel her legs at all. She took the clothes gratefully, and strategically moved around to the other side of the car and wrapped a towel around her. It made getting out of the wet clothes difficult, but she still managed to change both her shirt and pants without flashing the world her neon white skin. They were on the big side, and she had to hold the pants up with her hand or they'd slide down. But they weren't wet and she was happy to wear them.

"Thanks," she said around her chattering teeth. She wrapped her jacket back around her tightly and pulled her hat down over her wet hair. She still didn't really have any feeling in her extremities, but she was on the mend. She slid into the car when JD offered it and pressed herself into the seat and closed her eyes. When JD mentioned the gossip circles, her eyes rolled expressively. She'd been mentioned in a certain blog several times and she hated the attention. "Stupid blog," she muttered under her breath. "Let's just get out of here, please?" She needed to defrost herself before she lost her feet.

[Zachary LaRousse]

The Asian teen has always been torn about JD’s size in relation to his (body size speaking, of course). On one hand, the speedster’s bulk allows Zac to freely cling on to the boy’s back whenever he wants, having the privilege of experiencing piggyback rides despite him nearing the end of his teenage years already. Also, since Zac’s general rule of thumb regarding his stuffed animals is ‘the bigger the better’, JD being taller than him (but only by an inch or two, or so he says) makes him the perfect teddy bear, as he’s just the right size for Zac to wrap his arms around on and rub his nose whenever he feels like it (yes, he’s rather touchy-feely for JD, so sad really).

On the flip side though, for a guy that’s so used to looking down on people, JD’s height meant that Zac had to look up whenever he’s talking to the boy. Curse genetics and puberty really. Sure the height difference isn’t all that big, but talking to the guy constantly reminds him that he’s not as ‘high up there’ as he thinks he is (and it irks him so much).

So he simply shrugged when JD threw his clothes at Ann. He half expected it anyway. Always the gentleman really. Though its times like these when he seriously wonders why the boy is still single despite him being a lot more loveable than Zac.

“You’re learning dude! I like that,” he teased JD as he took the towel-barrier off, using it to get the excess lake water off his body. Sadly he only brought one pair of clothes, even forgetting to bring an extra pair of boxers in the process, so like JD, he’s got no choice but to go back to Hammel rather wet. On the bright side though, only his underwear’s wet, which means he’s doing relatively well off compared to JD. “Here. You could at least wrap this around yourself. I don’t want to be distracted while I drive home,” said the boy as he threw JD his jacket. Sure it wasn’t as big, but hopefully it’ll provide some more warmth than just going home shirtless.

He was already inside the car when JD started getting his gentlemanly act up and running once again. If he hadn’t known better, he’d think JD was hitting on Ann really. “Whatever stops the tears DeeDee, whatever stops the tears,” he said regarding the boy’s definition of success, stepping on the gas pedal as soon as he was sure the two were both buckled up and ready. “I have a few ideas on what they might say, but I don’t think you’d appreciate it.”

[JD Paerson]

JD folded up the towel and put it on the seat so his wet pants wouldn't soak the passenger seat, then he gratefully pulled on Zac's jacket. Instead of trying to stuff his arms in the sleeves, he just wrapped it around his shoulders, then stuck his hands in front of the heating vent.

"Let's just try to forget about this, okay? It was a stupid thing, and I'm sorry I pulled you guys out here." Could he be kicking himself any harder? He didn't want to have to think about the mess anymore.

"What kind of radio reception do you get out here?" he asked Zac, leaning forward to turn on the stereo. He started playing with all the controls as they made their way down the bumpy road back to the school.

"--nely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere..."

JD really liked Journey, and he had a secret belief that there was no American who didn't. No true American, anyway. He left the radio where it was and started tapping his foot to the beat. Once the chorus hit, though, he decided that his sense of dignity was already completely destroyed, so he might as well jump right in. He sang along with the chorus and pulled out his air guitar, strumming along happily.

Please don't let me be the only person singing along, he said in a silent prayer.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann chaffed her hands on her shoulders and tried to bury herself in the seats. She could already feel the heat beginning to work, but it wasn't fast enough. Her lips were still tinged in blue and she was whiter than a glass of milk, but at least the only wet thing was her hair. She grabbed for her toes and started to rub them, to get the blood flowing. She let out a disapproving noise when Zac said he could think of what the blog would say if the person responsible saw the two of them arrive at the school soaking wet. Ann had half a mind to direct Zac to drop her off at Alex's house.

But she didn't trust Zac with that knowledge, because of the large black eye Alex was still healing from. That thought caused a glare to be shot at the back of Zac's head, because oh yeah, he punched her boyfriend in the face. She turned her glare down at her lap because JD turned the music on. She'd soil their mood if she let this totally acceptable anger and frustration work at her and fill the cabin of the car with it. She let out a slow breath and grinned when JD started singing. She knew the song. Who didn't know the song?

"Just a city booy! Born and raised in South Detrooooiiit...." She looked surprised for a moment, because...well she just sang in front of people. She blushed quite a bit (which was quite a feet thanks to the temperature of the rest of her body). She laughed awkwardly.