"If you don't mind me asking, why are you so, you know.... Rebellious?" Drew asked, immediately regretting what he said.
"I don't know it's kind of a habit I guess. I just stick up for myself and if no one has a problem with me, I won't have a prob...
"Dad, mum, I'm going shopping. " I shouted as I walked down the stairs.
Now that's something I'll never thought I'd say.
"Okay... Wait shopping." My mom's face appeared at the end of the hall.
"Relax, It's for band merch." I laughed pulling on a pair of black boots.
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"Oh, well have fun and don't be too long." My mom's smile faded a bit.
"Yeh, Yeh." I laughed, kneeling down and tieing my shoolaces before standing up and walking out the door waving to my mom.
I didn't have my driving license yet, however Leah did.
I walked down the step down the driveway , adjusting the beanie on my head.
30 seconds later I heard a beep as Leah pulled up in front of me.
I opened the front door taking a seat in the passenger seat.
"Is this your car? " I asked, shutting the car door to face Leah.
"Nope, my mom's."
Leah was wearing a Starbucks tee with light blue shorts and white converse. She had on a denim jacket that only went to three quarters of her arm where it had been rolled up at the end.
Her dark-blonde hair had been straightened and it seemed longer because of it.
"Ready to go?" She smiled at me.
"Wait, no first I have to ride my unicorns." I laughed slightly.
She raised one eyebrow at me.
"Joking." I said rolling my eyes.
"I don't have a unicorn yet."
"Yeh well buckle your seatbelt first." She said looking forward and turning the key to sound the engine.
"Okay mom. " I mumbled jokingly buckling my seatbelt.
The car rumbled and we jolted forward.
I hadn't seen much of California yet. I had only seen the park and everything that you see on the way to school.
I looked over at Leah.
Her eyes was focused on the road but you could tell her kind was focused on something else.
I wasn't going to ask. One, because It would make her feel uncomfortable. Two, I'm not really the kind of person who would ask anyone. I hate talking about feelings.
She had light brown eyes. There was a layer of brown eyeshadow on her eye lids, underneath a layer of eyeliner which made her eyes look bigger. Her eyelashes were covered in lots of mascara.
