Sal! You don't understand. We need to leave. I can't explain here. -I hiss under my breath, dragging him behind me- (your coming like or not sal!)
(my character is the opposite of me. Over reactive) Ok. Look. Where the hell do you think my parents are? -I drag him through the back entrance to my house-
Aren't we Mr. Wonderful today? -I mutter locking the door behind us- Help me out here and grab the tool kit above the stove.