*Ten Minutes Later*
"Why do you guys park out so far?" Louis asks. We're finally out of school and heading for our cars. The boys will ride with his own girlfriend and just hang out at her house for the next few days.
"Because we have super expensive cars and don't want them getting hit," I answer.
We walk for a few more minutes before stopping in front of five awesome cars. Each depicts our own personalities.
There's the big, army green jeep Sarah got. Then there is the pink Ferrari that Olivia loves. Delaney has a red Mercedes. There is Emily's white and black BMW. Lastly, there's my light blue Lamborghini.
"Holy crap girls," Liam says. "These cars are super nice."
"Nice? Oh no, they are sweet and all beautiful in their own little way," Sarah says.
"They are, so which one do I get to ride in?" Louis asks.
A few minutes later we have everything settled out, and we are on our way home.
"This is awesome," Harry says, trying to take in every little detail of my car.
I grab my shades and put them on, "Thank you. I'm amazed at how much money we have now. And we have barely spent any of it."
"What have you bought? Besides the car."
"Well, I've bought a lot of different books and comics, some different comic books, a few outfits, and a lot of video games," I smile. "Oh, and some movies."
"Sounds like you know what you want."
"I do. I've always loved playing video games, but haven't had much time to play. The tour will give me some time."
"A lot of time."
"But, I also know something else that I really want."
"And what is that?"
"Well, he's sitting in his car with me and knows me like no other."
"Is anyone gonna be home when we get there?"
"No, and I just meant kissing. Nothing dirty. Get your mind out of the gutter."
He lets out a laugh, "Sorry babe, it's just. I've been away from you so long and I miss you."
"I miss you too Curly Whirly. One day, not in the very near future, we'll do it again."
"Okay. So, it school hard?"
"No, not really. I have finals three days next week, so I'll have a lot of studying the next few days. But it's all worth the freedom of summer after words."
"What do you even do on the last day of school?"
"Nothing really. It's a half day, so there's really no classes."
"So, you just roam around?"
"Pretty much. My band mates and I like to hang out in the gym and sing. It's pretty fun."
"Maybe we'll come back and hang with you girls."
"You ask the boys next time you can. We'd love to have you boys with us on the last day."
"When do you get your final results?"
"The last day. They grade them super-fast so we don't go crazy waiting for the scores."
"Hey look, my house is coming into view."
"Whoa, that's one awesome house."
My house is two stories with a basement. It's kid heaven down stairs, and there's also a workout room with gymnastic stuff whenever we want to get fit. The main level has everything a house needs, and my parent's bedroom is there. My siblings' and my room are on the top floor. Somehow we all get along up there, but that's probably because we all have our own room and our own bathroom.
"Thanks, my bedroom is pretty cool too. I've got a canary bed and it looks exactly like all the rooms in cool teen magazines. But with a little Amber taste to it." I click the garage door opener and wait for my door to open. Then I carefully maneuver my car into the garage and click the garage door opener again.
"Well, I can't wait to see your room, then."
"Head out of gutter Styles. I have a tad bit of homework to do. Then we can kiss."
"I'll help you with your homework so we can get to kissing quicker."
I smile, "We better get inside and started soon then. Because I really want to kiss you."
I swear that boys has never moved faster. He quickly grabs my book bag, hops out of the car, comes over to my side, helps me out, and drags me inside. We kick our shoes off in the mudroom.
"Okay, lead the way to your room," Harry smiles.
"You're lucky I have snacks in my room, or I'd make you spend a long time in the kitchen making me a very fancy snack," I start heading to my room.
A few minutes later, we reach my room. I put my book bag onto my desk, and then take a seat in my desk chair.
"How long do you think your homework is going to take?" Harry plops down on my beanbag.
"About, 10 to 15 minutes. I can take, though."
"I'll be patient."
I take out what I'll need from my book bag, and then I get to work. "Talk to me, I want to hear your voice."