I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. All it had taken for Sean to like me back was changing what I looked like, and acting a little different. In other words, transforming myself to what Sean liked.
We were rushing down the street, probably going 60 or maybe 70, and I couldn’t believe I was being driven home from Natelie’s party in Sean’s red Ford Mustang. It seemed like a dream! Sean, looking carefree and relaxed as usual, had his arm stretched out and his hand on the back of my seat’s headrest, his other hand casually draped over the top of the steering wheel. He had a lazy smile on his face, and I must admit, I had one on that probably made me look like a chessy cat.
But dreams don’t last forever, you wake up to harsh reality SOMETIME, and usually when you least want to open your eyes. The police sirens behind us was our wake up call.
We slowed down and pulled over, Sean’s cool smirk never leaving his face. MY grin was sure gone, and replaced with an expression of worry and fear. Sean rolled down his window as a police officer stolled up.
“Kid,” he leaned down to the window, his dark glasses covering his face and his thick handlebar mustache twitching.
“You do know you were going 75, dontchya’?”
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“Young lady, do you know what TIME it is!?”
I winced and spun on my heel to face my mother, who might I add didn’t look the least bit happy, for some reason…
“Um, wait, sorry, what did you say? OH MOM! Mrs. Jenkins wanted me to tell you-“
“Let me help you. IT’S 12:30 IN THE MORNING. Care to explain why you are an HOUR LATE??”
I opened my mouth to blurt out that Sean Winston had driven me home but had got a ticket for speeding, and I couldn’t help the fact that I was late, but my common sense told me that I would get in trouble for that.
“Natelie’s parents got home early, and you know how much they talk, haha…”
I put on a fake smile and laughed shakily. My mom seemed to see right through my lie.
“Grace, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins-“
“Honey? I thought we were gonna’ spend some time together tonight!”
My giant 6’4” dad stomped down the stairs and into the living room., sporting a pair of red and yellow boxers. I gagged and whipped my head in the other direction.
“Oh!” My mother giggled. “We were, weren’t we, Frank?”
They walked upstairs and I heaved a sigh of relief. I got off the hook easy that time.
(Hey guys! Sorry this chapter was a little overdue and short! Once again, PLEASE LEAVE NICE LONG REVIEW! I tried at some extra humor in this one. Please tell me how I did!)
By @ImagineBlueRoses
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