You leave in two days, and we’re having fun. The party ruckus amplified the closer we got to the house. We climbed out and jogged across the street. “Well, just remember…if I get uncomfortable, I’m gone. Unfastening my seatbelt, I looked over to her. Liam invited me, and I’m inviting you.” Her calm, flat tone did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see.” She patted my leg. "K.C.? I don’t think this is a good idea,” I declared…again. My hands clenched the steering wheel as I squeezed into a spot a block away from the party. The lane was lined with car after car, displaying the magnitude of the party we were crashing. Hurry up and wait, that was me.īut hearing the pounding rhythm of the music in the distance, I had no desire to rush any further. I rushed to every stop sign and red light. I walked as quickly as my legs could take me, and I drove as speedily as was reasonable. responded, "And have you bury your face in your hands every time I don't launch myself through every yellow light? Not." “You know, maybe you should’ve just driven like I suggested,” I blurted out, even though I never liked anyone else to drive when I was in the car.Īs if reading my mind, K.C. The tires of my dad’s Bronco screeched with the sudden, short turn onto a car-packed street.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |