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"I can't believe you decided to stay in this shit hole."
Dylan grunted in response, not bothering to gift Jonathan with words.
He agreed to help Dylan move some boxes from her Aunt Celia's to her and Steve's new place downtown. Dylan was happy to finally have somewhere to unpack, half her things had been in boxes, displaced between Celia's and the Harrington's for months.
"You were half way through your Bachelors."
Dylan grunted again, half as a response, half due to the heavy box she was carrying sliding down her arms. She knocked it with her knee to shift it higher and struggled through the front door of her new place.
"You stayed." Dylan countered. "I know damn well you would've qualified for some sort of scholarship somewhere."
"That's different, you were already out..."
Dylan threw her box down on the hardwood floor of what would soon be her living room. She heard something clink and hoped nothing inside had been too fragile.
"When was I out? You're the one that dragged me back here 2,000 miles in a pizza van."
Dylan sighed, already feeling guilty for snipping at Jonathan when he was only there to help her. "Sorry. There's just too much at stake. My parents lost their house, no real money for school anyway, all my friends are here to fight, and Steve..."
Jonathan rolled his eyes at Steve's name. "Where is that guy? Why am I helping you move?"
"Don't be petty." She scolded. "He has that radio show with Robin."
Jonathan laid his box down on the floor next to Dylan's and they headed back to her car for more.
"Right 'cause for some reason they're hosting a radio broadcast without you? The one studying broadcast?"
Dylan pursed her lips. "I didn't have time when I was studying. And I want to be a news anchor on television not Rockin' Robin, the disc jockey."
Jonathan chuckled at the pseudonym. It was too corny for Dylan's taste. "It's still experience and would look good on a resume. Hmm, what could your name be...?"
He started throwing out adjectives. "I like Dilapidated Dylilah."
"Don't you think that sounds off putting?"
"That's the point."
Dylan turned her head away to laugh quietly so he couldn't see.
"I don't think people would like Dilapidated Dylilah as much as Rockin' Robin. Robin is so high energy, then there would be me, Miss Morbid."
