"I can't believe I got sucked into doing this," Carter groaned when we got into the car after Grammy had settled back in at home.
"I would apologize, but it's your own damn fault," I replied.
"My fault?! How is it my fault?" he asked incredulously.
"You just had to nobly volunteer your services at the hospital!" I exclaimed.
"I was trying to be nice!" he said.
"And now look where that's gotten us!" I replied.
"Well sue me for doing the right thing," he huffed.
"You're talking to a future lawyer here, so I'd choose my words wisely," I said. He rolled his eyes at me and shook his head. I stuck my tongue out at him when he wasn't looking. I reached forward and turned the radio on.
"All I need is a beauty and a beat to make my life complete," the voice of Justin Bieber blared through the speakers.
"Ugh, garbage," we both said at the same time, reaching for the channel buttons at the same time. Our fingers touched and we both pulled back quickly, glancing at each other and then looking away as if nothing happened.
"I hate this song," Carter said.
"Me, too," I mumbled. But neither of us reached out to change it. "Do you have a cord?" I asked, beginning to search the various compartments in his car.
"Stop touching things!" he exclaimed, grabbing my wrist as I made to open up the compartment by my arm.
"Quit being such a baby," I said, squirming out of his grip.
"You're getting everything dirty," he said.
"You're a future doctor. You surround yourself with germs for a living, so you can't complain," I replied, giving him a look. He glared at me briefly before turning his attention back to the road.
"You know, you're still as obnoxious as you were six years ago," he said bitterly. I found the iPod cord and pulled it out, smirking.
"I guess some things just never change," I responded, plugging the cord in and taking my phone out. I scrolled through my selection of songs until I found an old song that the two of us used to listen to back in the day and make fun of. "Remember this?" I asked, putting it on.
"I'm bringing sexy back. Yeah. Them other boys don't know how to act. Yeah," Justin Timberlake's voice sang. I saw the corners of Carter's lips twitched up slightly.
"This is so old," he said.
"You used to say that JT had nothing on you," I said.
"He didn't. I was sexy as hell as a teenager," Carter replied.
"With your twig arms and skinny stomach," I said, laughing.
"Oh, shut up," he said, pretending to be annoyed. "I could beat JT in looks any day," he added, glancing at me.
"Now maybe," I blurted out. I covered my mouth and his eyebrows rose, a cocky grin forming on his lips.
"What was that?" he asked. "I don't think I heard you. Can you say it again?" he asked.
"I didn't say anything," I said, feeling my cheeks flush with color.
"Right," he said, a smirk still on his face.
"Song change," I announced, pulling my phone up and scrolling through my music list once again.
"Put something good on," he said.
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Aria Hansen and Carter Williams were in love. But after a pregnancy scare, Aria ended it, too immature and ambitious to handle a baby in her life. Leaving Carter broken hearted and confused, Aria moves to Boston to pursue a college career studying l...