Believe Me, I'm Lying

:Believe Me, I'm Lying: 26-2

“I throw my hands up in the air sometimes saying ayoo! Gotta let go!” Arden and I sang, thrusting our hands up into the air. “I want to celebrate and live my life saying ayoo! Baby let’s go!”

“Cause we gun’ rock this club, we gun’ go all night, we gun’ light it up, like it’s dynamite!” Melissa belted out, thumping her hands on the steering wheel.

“Cause I told you once, now I told you twice, we gun’ light it up like it’s dynamite!” Zak chorused, nodding his head.

Oliver rolled his eyes, turning to look out the window while we all continued to sing. I smirked, thrusting my shoulder into his arm. “I came to move, move, move, move. Get out the way of my crew, crew, crew, crew—”

Oliver pushed me away. “Stop it.”

“Come on, Oliver, live a little!” Arden said, turning around in his seat to grin at him. “I know you know the lyrics to this song.”

“I’m not singing.”

“And it goes on, and on, and on,” I sang, grabbing Oliver’s arms. “Come on, ready?”

“No—”

“I throw my hands up in the air sometimes! Saying ayoo!” I pulled Oliver’s arms up, making him move back and forth to the beat. “Gotta let go!”

Oliver scowled, pulling his arms out of my grasp. “Stop it!”

I pouted at him. “You’re no fun Oliver.”

“The music’s giving me a headache,” he complained. “Can’t you turn it down a little bit, Mel?”

“Nope,” she chirped, glancing at Oliver threw the rear-view window. “This is how you have fun in a car.”

“Ayoo!” Elliot cried, waving his hands up in the air.

Oliver groaned, slumping down in his seat. “Are we almost home yet?”

The music suddenly cut off as Tucker changed the station. Arden, Melissa, and I all protested. “Why are you changing it?” Arden demanded.

“You guys singing ruins the song,” Tucker responded simply. He finally decided on a station that was playing commercials, dropping his hand back into his lap.

Much to his chagrin, a song started playing right away. A song we all knew again.

“Girl please excuse me if I’m coming too strong but tonight is the night we can really let it go,” Arden sang, deepening his voice to try to match Enrique’s.

Oliver kicked the back of Arden’s seat. “Stop singing!”

“You’re ruining the car ride!”

“Car rides aren’t supposed to be fun!”

Zak turned to frown at Oliver. “So you want us to sit in silence?”

“Preferably.”

“Baby I like it!” Elliot and I cried together as the chorus played.

“The way you move on the floor,” Melissa continued.

“Baby I like it!”

Tucker quickly changed the station again, causing Melissa and me to groan again. Zak laughed at us, shaking his head. When Tucker stopped on another station I couldn’t help but to grin.

“We’re dancing like we’re dumb dumb, d-d-d-dumb. Our bodies’ going numb numb n-n-n-numb. We’ll be forever young—”

“Harley, Arden do you both know every song on the radio?” Tucker asked in exasperation, cutting us off. He turned to give us a ruffled look. “Seriously?”