avec: un vrai amour Caleb McKinnon ]
Indiana était sur le point de frapper au visage qui lui parlait en ce moment. Elle avait été ridiculement claire qu'elle ne voulait pas être dérangée, alors pourquoi un type au hasard chuchotait dans son oreille? Ouais, le gros bandage sur sa tête n'a pas été très facile à rater, mais ça n'en a plus fait leur affaire. En cliquant sur sa langue, elle a tourné - seulement pour rencontrer le regard concerné de Caleb. C'est pas vrai.
Elle l'avait délibérément évité aujourd'hui pour cette raison exacte - la dernière chose qu'elle voulait c'était qu'il s'inquiétait pour elle. Son regard glacé a tenu le sien une seconde et, comme si quelque chose lui claquait dans l'esprit, ses lèvres se sont levées dans un sourire et elle s'est tirée un peu plus droite. Une main tenant le bouton d'arrêt sur son téléphone pour l'éteindre et cesser son bourdonnement constant, elle s'est légèrement déplacée dans son siège de sorte qu'elle était face à lui.
"Je ne suis qu'un haricot à la gelée." Son nez s'est brouillé comme elle l'a dit, ce qui montre clairement qu'elle n'était pas sérieuse à 100%. Le regard d'Indie laissa le sien une seconde pour prendre correctement dans le reste de la pièce; trouvant l'amusement au visage de Jacob comme il se rendait compte qui était dans son groupe, ses yeux glissent délibérément devant Oberon, pour se reposer sur Clyde qui étouffait comme d'habitude. Si c'était peut-être un autre jour, elle aurait essayé de se réintroduire à lui comme elle ressentait un goût particulier pour lui, mais pour l'instant elle a laissé sa conversation à Caleb et Caleb seule.
« Comment faisons-nous cette science juste alors? » Elle a laissé sa main à plat sur la table, montrant son intention. "Je veux que le nôtre soit le volcan le plus magnifique et le plus catastrophique que le monde ait jamais vu." Elle a tiré sur son meilleur ami un smirk malicieux, car il savait que tout ce qu'elle avait à voir avec finirait très probablement dans le désastre. Une partie d'Indiana était reconnaissante pour ce projet, car ce serait une bonne excuse de ne pas penser à elle hier soir. Peut-être qu'elle pourrait le dire à Caleb? C'est pas vrai. Ce n'est pas juste pour lui.
Elle a pris un moment pour regarder, bien regarder, le garçon. Elle connaissait Caleb mieux qu'elle ne le savait elle-même. Elle avait toujours préféré ses cheveux louches et réservé de bons looks à l'aspect flashy de son frère, et son regard bleu intense était toujours là pour la réconforter. Il y a une semaine, elle s'est réprimandée pour avoir même osé penser à de telles choses; mais en ce moment, elle s'en foutait.
Mazdak Dresden

  

I’m pretty sure the fact it hurt made it funnier.

I Laugh At My Own Jokes
|| NAME ||
Mazdak ‘Maz’ Dresden 
|| GENDER ||
 Male 
|| AGE ||
 15 
|| GRADE ||
Ninth
|| SEXUALITY ||
 Unsure and planning on keeping it that way. 
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
 Single and staying that way.
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Maz has yet to come into his full height and stands only at around five and half feet tall. He normally doesn’t do his hair these days as his baby blue helmet would mess it up on the way to most places. His helmet often hangs from his tan messenger bag that he takes where ever he goes. For the most part he likes to dress in brighter colors and really only dresses in black when forced to. The majority of his clothing is t-shirts, jeans and whatever the teen finds comfortable. 

Are You Serious, Bro?
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Loud. Sarcastic. Self-Deprecating. Irreverent. Quick Witted. 
|| PERSONALITY ||
Maz is always the first person to laugh at his own jokes and really doesn’t care if anyone else thinks he’s funny. He’ll make jokes at pretty much anyone’s expense be it someone else or his own. Even if it’s something hurtful he can’t seem to stop himself from opening his mouth. That said, he’s quick to apologize if he hurts someone’s feelings and is generally just looking to have a good time. This is true even when he should really be taking things seriously, which he probably won’t do. 
|| QUIRKS ||
● Will sit on anything.
● Carries pumpkin seeds in his pockets.
● Talks to himself, a lot.
● Climbs all over everything.

|| HOBBIES ||
● Playing Video Games
● Picking Locks
● Watching Movies
● Reading Books/Comics
● Listening to Music
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ High Places
+ Video Games
+ His Privacy
+ Pumpkin Seeds
+ His Scooter
- Nosey People
- Boredom
– Being Abandoned
– The Cold


 Moped Hype
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Father – Alexander Dresden- Deceased/Locksmith
Mother – Nasrin Avesta - Lawyer
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
He lives in a very nice house with way too many rooms, five, for just two people. The home has been tastefully decorated by his mother, excluding his room which has been transplanted from his old home. Technically he owns his father’s old home in a less nice part of town. This house is much smaller, but actually looks lived in. Maz still spends time there now and than. 
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
Does a Blue Vespa GTS 300 Super ABS count? If not he has his father’s 87 Buick Grand National and a license, but his mother won’t let him drive it. 

 2/10 Would Not Live Again
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
 Nasrin didn’t want to be a mother. Her romance with Alexander had been a whirlwind of passion, but she had some serious doubts after she got pregnant. She tried to stick it out, though. The couple got married and did their best to raise Maz, or at least Alexander did. Once the boy turned two years old Nasrin was positive that she had enough. The couple still loved each other, but Nasrin wanted to give the boy up. Alexander refused, even though he wasn’t too sure about how to be a good father, and would not put the boy up for adoption. They got divorced, with Alexander getting the boy and child support, and went off to live separate lives in the city of Arrowsmith.
Alexander was right about not knowing how to be a great father, but he gave it his all. For the next decade his son grew into someone he would happily call his best friend. Maz was a bit too independent from an early age and often took in equal share of the responsibilities around their home. This was why he got an instruction permit at 14 and a restricted minor’s permit after that. It was so that he could pick up groceries and even drive himself to school if his father happened to be hungover. It wasn’t a constant thing, but Alexander was happy to have the option. Life was good, even after Maz found out that Alexander and Nasrin where seeing each other again. Alexander had a policy of being as open with his son as possible so he never hid the reason for his divorce from his son. However, before the pair could seriously discuss getting married again Alexander dropped dead one day at work from a stroke. It had been a freak occurrence, but a lethal one nonetheless. The man had left everything to Maz with Nasrin as the executor of his will and once more mother to her son. 
|| THEME SONG ||
 Gotta Knock a Little Harder - Seatbelts
 Always keepin' safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate a break in
Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in 
|| OTHER ||
The moped was a gift from his mother to pacify him after she made it clear that she would not allow him to drive until he was eligible for a proper license.