This is my first fanfiction story, so constructive criticism is very much appreciated!
The plot I have in mind for this story is pretty much all over, because I combine some of the movies into one story with my own little plot. Some things will be canon, others will be completely different.
Don't like, don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my OCs
Enjoy the first chapter
Bond that can't Bee Broken
Chapter One: Inexplicable
June 3, 2018
Madeline's eyes traveled towards the clock that sat just above the classroom's door for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes; tapping her pencil against the edge of her worn-out desk to the beat of a song in her head. Her chin rested in her other hand, shamelessly ignoring whatever her teacher was projecting. Madeline had already disregarded the first two warnings to quit the unnecessary tapping, causing the teacher to promptly give up; especially when Madeline stopped responding to her name being called altogether.
Madeline looked at the clock again.
2:32.
Only three minutes left until summer; even if each minute felt like an hour.
Even the ticking was agonizingly slow.
Madeline's eyes slipped close, the tapping slowing to a halt and the teacher's voice becoming faint until it came to the point she no longer heard it. Whatever Mrs. Johnson was talking about didn't particularly matter; last time Madeline checked, she was recalling a story about scuba diving in Turkey.
And just like that, the school bell rang and jolted her back to Earth.
Standing up a little too quick for Madeline's personal liking, she haphazardly shoved her things into her backpack and left the room quickly. She made a beeline straight for the exit, desperate to get out of the loud and rowdy hallway and to ease the brief light-headed feeling.
Summer was now here, but not only that, Madeline was finally getting her first car. Before this, Madeline was getting from place to place only by her bike and her dad's old truck. The idea of it became less and less pleasant as she grew older. Her father had only allowed her to buy her first car if she ended the school year with all A's and a nice attitude towards her younger sister.
It was easy to say, Madeline accomplished the task without a problem because of hard work and pure acting skills.
Aira, said younger sister by a year, was already waiting outside for her. At the sight of Madeline, her face almost split in half with a grin. No, not because she was happy to see her sister after a long day of school, but because she was going to jump at the chance of getting free rides.
But really, who wouldn't?
Both the girls had taken a liking to cars and anything mechanical, similar to their father in that regard, and were pretty eager to see whatever dealership their dad told them to go had to offer Madeline.
"Hey, you ready?" Madeline asked, pulling her sister's attention away from a group of kids screaming about something while adjusting her backpack straps to a comfortable length.
"Mhm." Aira hummed without missing a beat, moving down the school's front steps and weaving her way through the crowd of overly joyous students.
Walking up alongside Aira, Madeline turned right down the sidewalk and the girls headed towards an intersection to cross the street. There were a large amount of students walking with them to their own destination, excited conversations about future plans filling the air. Focusing on one conversation or another was always either amusing or horrifying depending on the people; there's pretty much no in between.
Madeline took a moment to look over at her sister, eyebrows knitting in mild confusion about the seemingly permanent smile on her face. "What're you smiling about?" She asked, voice tinged with a little bit of both confusion and amusement.
Aira's small smile just became wider. "'I'm excited!" She admitted with a small clap of her hands.
Madeline pressed her lips together; it was pretty vague for her to say that, everyone around them was excited. "About?" An eyebrow raised, a noise of disbelief following suit. "Summer? I'm sure you already have hundreds of plans brewing in that head of yours."
"Nope." Aira replied with the shake of her head. "Well, yeah, but nope. I'm excited about you getting a car! I get to see what kind of ugly car you get." She concluded with a smirk.
Madeline made a weird face. "I just need a car to get me through the day." She replied wisely, tucking a brown lock behind her ear. "I'm tired of using dad's old truck to get around."
Aira snapped her fingers. "Point made." Aira knew that Madeline wasn't allowed to purchase a car that was over four thousand dollars.
Apparently cheap meant ugly.
Madeline squinted. "You're the type of person that doesn't want to be seen riding around in an ugly car. Aren't you a tad worried?"
"...a tad."
After a while a walking, the sisters slowed to a stop once they arrived at the crosswalk, Madeline leaning over to press the button positioned on the metal pole next to her. Silence fell over them, and Madeline took that time to pull up the directions her dad gave her and to check any notifications she had. The mass of students had thinned out significantly, and now only a small group stood with them at the cross walk, but gave the indication they weren't walking the same way.
Madeline wasn't one to react hugely to things, such as getting a car. Of course, Madeline was more than just excited to finally have her own, but Aira had asked her multiple times why she wasn't having a breakdown, bouncing off the walls or fanning herself like the other girls in high school.
Madeline didn't quite know how to answer that question correctly, so she had just squinted and shrugged.
When the crosswalk was clear, Madeline broke the silence. "You know what's funny?" She asked thoughtfully.
"What?"
"You're turning my age and still don't have a license."
All sorts of emotions flashed across Aira's face before it stopped on her usual frown. "You're eighteen, turning nineteen, and just now getting a car."
"Yet, I've had my license since sixteen. You're turning eighteen and still don't even have that."
"I can't help the fact my driver's ed teacher is shit." Aira waved her hand almost aggressively. "Well, it doesn't matter right now." She said, sounding slightly irritated. "Since I'll be getting rides from you, I can hold off a bit."
A small voice from Madeline's phone told them they were nearing their destination.
Madeline shot Aira a weird look. "Procrastination isn't your forte Aira, I'm surprised." Instead of waiting for a reply, she turned right and walked into the car dealership.
Aira followed with a grin. "This is a different case."
Madeline pressed her lips together again and looked away. Her eyes were drawn to a sign that spelled out the words Bobby Bolivia. This was the dealership her father told her to go to?
"This place looks cheap." Aira mumbled, leaning closer so Madeline could hear. Aira turned slightly and spotted someone in a clown costume, causing her to subconsciously shuffle closer to Madeline. Clowns weren't her thing.
"That might be a good thing." Madeline replied quietly, but Aira picked up the small hint of doubtfulness in her voice despite her attempt to mask it. "Dad recommended it. Actually, demanded it. We gotta trust him, right?"
Aira was a little less confident. "Right…"
Before they could discuss anything more, a dark skinned man stepped out of a small shack to the siblings' right and flashed a toothy grin. Before he approached them, though, Madeline swore she heard him yelling something about a clown suit. "How's it goin' kids? What can I do for ya?"
Aira spoke with a shit-eating grin. "We buyin' a car."
Madeline's eyes narrowed. Excuse her, she wasn't buying anything today.
"Of course you are! You can trust ol' Uncle Bobby B, baby. I got just what you need! Follow me." He beckoned with his hand and moved towards a section of cars.
"Nerd." Madeline whispered to Aira, following Bobby's path.
"Asshat." Aira hissed, jogging past Madeline to catch up with Bobby.
Madeline, on the other hand, walked slowly and made sure to observe and take in every aspect of every car in the rows around her. Bobby's voice became faint as he continued to walk further and further away. A few cars here and there looked like they had potential, but one car in particular grasped her attention.
Madeline looked up to see that Bobby had taken up a conversation with Aira a few rows away about a car that looked like a jeep. From here, Madeline couldn't tell what kind.
Spying the car again, Madeline squeezed through the cars and walked up to the yellow 1977 Chevrolet Camaro that sported black racing stripes. Madeline couldn't help but stare in wonder.
"What're you doing in this dealership, of all places?" She asked quietly, running her hand along the passenger's car door. "Hey, Aira! Look at this one!" Madeline called, beckoning to her sister before rounding the car and opening the driver side door. Sliding into the front seat, it was pretty easy to say her mind was practically already made up.
Just as she shut the door, Aira jogged up in front of the car, the look of surprise immediately spreading across her face. "Woah, this one's nice."
Madeline agreed. This one would be great to drive around. Imagine all the compliments.
Not that she cared.
She observed the rest of the interior, her eyes landing on an air freshener that hung from the rear view mirror. It looked like a bee, and had a sign under it that said Bee-otch.
Madeline snickered and turned the air freshener so Aira could see it through the windshield. She peered out the already-open window. "Hey, Aira. This is what you are."
Aira, who was checking out the front of the car, looked up. It took her a moment, but as soon as she understood it, a frown appeared on her face. "Screw you."
Madeline laughed, then nodded to herself. "I want this car."
"Get it, Maddie." Aira replied, completely agreeing with her choice. "Hey, Bobby! What about this one?"
While Bobby was making his way over, Madeline looked around some more and focused her attention on the wheel in front of her. Using her right thumb, she cleaned the middle of the steering wheel and was rewarded with a strange logo. Huh. Madeline squinted at it slightly. What kind of logo is this?
Bobby suddenly came into Madeline's view, a look of confusion apparent on his face. "Huh, I haven't seen this one before." Madeline and Aira looked curiously at each other. "Manny! Have you seen this car before?"
Manny, another man who Madeline assumed worked here, stuck his head out of the office. After figuring out what Bobby was referring to, he shook his head. "No, boss. I haven't!"
"Find it! It has to be in the records somewhere!"
Madeline poked her head out of the open window again. "So, how much?" Despite the small confusion, she wanted this Camaro.
"Considering the semi-classic nature and custom paint job-"
"Woah, wait. The paint is faded." Aira argued, cutting off Bobby while gesturing to the car.
"Custom faded?" Madeline asked with skepticism.
"Doesn't matter. Five grand." Bobby said with finality.
Aira and Madeline both looked as if their eyes were going to roll into the backs of their heads. "Ah hell. I can't pay anything over four thousand. Dad forbids it."
"It's alright!" Bobby reassured. "There's some beauties over here that are four thousand. I'm sure you'll like 'em." Bobby reassured, leading Aira to an old-looking beetle that was right next to the Camaro, despite Aira's stuttering protests that sounded like 'but you said the car picks the driver' or something along those lines, Madeline wasn't sure.
Madeline blew a strand of hair out of her face in an irritated manner, then moved to open the door. She had to jiggle and tug at the handle before it finally opened. She excited the car and shut the door behind her, but she might have been guilty of putting too much force into it, because the passenger side door swung open and rammed right into the beetle, almost as if it was cued. The sound of the Volkswagen's door creaking and the driver side window shattering made Madeline inhale sharply and her eyes to become the size of the moon.
The dent itself made Madeline want to crawl into a hole.
"Madeline!" Aira hissed through clenched teeth, giving her the look that said you're a fucking idiot.
Madeline's hands raised as if she just got caught robbing a bank, clearly frightened. "I'm so sorry! I swear, I didn't mean to!"
Bobby just laughed, but it seemed strained to Madeline. "It's alright, kid. Accidents happen; nothing a sledgehammer can't fix." He reassured. "Manny! Fix this dent. Put it on your list of things to do!" Aira flinched from Bobby's sudden shouting. "Anyways, I actually think this car would be better for-"
Madeline didn't hear the rest of Bobby's sentence, because the Camaro's radio casually switched on, but only the sound of static reached her ears. It started at a low volume. Madeline's head turned to look at the radio, giving it a puzzled and slightly frightened look.
Then, as if someone made the car angry, the volume of the static raised to a very, very, high pitched screeching noise. Madeline's hands flew to her ears, dropping to her knees to shield herself from the window glass that exploded and scattered everywhere. The unforgiving ground of asphalt wasn't very kind to her knees, and one glass shard in particular left a nice, clean cut along Madeline's left cheek bone.
After a moment of keeping completely still in silence, all three slowly rose back up to their feet. Once standing completely straight, Bobby stuttered and held up four fingers.
"Four thousand!"
June 6, 2018
A few days later, Madeline pulled up to Blue Bonnet Café in her new car, inwardly smiling at the sight of a young lady checking it out.
Blue Bonnet Café was her new job. Eight to two. Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays. She applied for it, got the job, then asked to wait until school was over so she could work without any obstacles. She could have worked during the school year, but realized it would be better not to as more and more homework got piled on. It was a fairly easy job for Madeline's personal skill level, but it paid pretty well according to the informational sheet she was given. Not enough so she could live on her own, but enough.
Even better, her coworker happened to be her best friend, Rebecca, who's been with her since third grade. In fact, Rebecca was the one to recommend Blue Bonnet Café to Madeline.
Pretty much heaven.
It was around seven-thirty in the morning when she entered the café, relieved to see that only a few people were inside. There were some mornings Rebecca told her about that made the café go into panic mode.
She headed straight for the counter, walking through the little swinging door and grabbing her apron off the hook. Tying it around her back, someone flicked her shoulder. Madeline looked up, and was greeted by Rebecca's bright grin. "Hey girlie. Why here so early?"
Madeline rolled her eyes. Seven-thirty was not considered very early under Madeline's terms. "I woke up early and just said screw it."
Rebecca replied with a quiet, 'hah!', then turned to the sink to wash her hands after she finished tying her own apron. Apparently she had just arrived too. "Oh! How was Friday? You took off before I even had the chance to try and convince you to bring me with." Rebecca said humorously.
Madeline grinned at her, then let out a large breath of air. "...interesting."
Rebecca shut the sink off, grabbing a small, white towel to dry her hands. "How so?"
"You won't believe what happened at the dealership."
"Spill. I ain't gettin' any younger."
Madeline smiled, then happily retold the story. Rebecca nodded along, all the while focusing on restocking the coffee cups and other morning tasks. "And that's how I got this battle scar." Madeline joked, pointing to the cut that was sealed and healing on her cheekbone.
"Wicked. That car must've really wanted out of that dealership."
"I wouldn't blame it. Shit's weird."
"Or...you bought a possessed car." Rebecca said with a grin.
"Bet." The word left Madeline's mouth almost instinctively.
"Hey! You never know. I'll have to come check it out and see for myself."
"Whatever you say, 'Becca." Madeline said with exasperation.
Were possessed cars a thing?
Unlikely.
Rebecca sniggered before walking to the register to take someone's order. Madeline squatted down to grab a spray bottle and a rag to clean the tables that had already been previously used by customers. Moving out from behind the counter, she did just that.
While wiping down a table that was located near the corner of the cafe, Madeline looked up at the TV. She couldn't hear it, but the TV showed a newswoman speaking with a picture to her left that showed something that looked like a large robotic hand; blocky words popped up at the bottom of the screen to translate what the woman was saying.
Rebecca joined Madeline in the corner as soon as the customer from before was taken care of, and made sure no others were waiting to have their order taken. "What're you looking at so intensely that made you stop working for once?" She asked jokingly, referring to the fact Madeline never went to parties during the school year because she always said homework comes first.
Madeline pointed, clearly interested in the TV. "Look."
Rebecca looked at the screen, eyes squinting.
They were talking about an alarming increase in the amount of Transformers that people have been claiming to see around the world. Most reports were from the USA.
After reading the text for a solid few minutes, Rebecca sighed. "To be completely honest, I'm not that surprised."
Madeline nodded slowly. "I'm not either."
Rebecca scoffed. "According to anybody I talk to, this is, what? Their fourth time on Earth?"
Madeline made a thoughtful noise. What if they never left? "I think, I'm not sure though. Luckily they haven't caused any damage."
"Yet." Rebecca pointed out, waving her index finger.
"Yet." Madeline repeated, smiling. "They just keep popping up. They'll disappear for a while and then the reports of sightings come rolling in. It's weird."
"Now that I think about it, you're right." She paused. "Let's hope they don't mess with Texas, hmm?" Rebecca commented with a wink, elbowing Madeline's arm.
"You never know." Madeline replied with a shrug.
Rebecca then grabbed Madeline's hand, grinning. "Woah," she stopped for a moment to laugh at Madeline's surprised expression. "What if your demon car was a Transformer!" She said excitedly, but quiet enough so she didn't disturb the people around them. "It would have the perfect hiding place in your huge ass barn-garage thing since you live on what looks like an old farm."
Madeline made a face. "I don't live on an old farm, 'Becca. But I guess it would be...cool."
Rebecca gave Madeline a look of disbelief, shoulders sagging. "Are you kidding? Personal bodyguard? Sign me up."
Madeline couldn't help but laugh at her friend. "That's great Rebecca. Now get back to the register before we both get fired." She grabbed Rebecca's shoulders and spun her around.
Rebecca leaned into her friend's hands when Madeline attempted to push her back to the counter. "Whaddya mean? Tod already took my spot." She pointed.
"Sure, but employees shouldn't stand around talking about robotic aliens, hmm?" Madeline reasoned quietly.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Rebecca stood, walking back to the counter with Madeline. "So, are you going to that lake party Thursday?"
"I was planning on it. I'm assuming Aira will be wanting to go."
"Aw, Aira. She's so sweet." Rebecca said, pushing her cheeks up with her hands.
"Right." Madeline said slowly, internally and automatically disagreeing.
After a moment, the two girls burst into a fit of laughter, unfortunately gaining the attention of some customers.
After Madeline's shift ended at it's set time, she shed her apron, hung it on the hook, and exited the café with a wave of goodbye to the remaining employees. She headed down the sidewalk to arrive back at her car. Walking into the street to get to the driver door, she pulled out her keys and promptly unlocked the car.
Madeline slipped into the front seat, closing the door behind her, and let her head fall back against the headrest. She groaned. The café got way busier as soon as the clock struck ten.
She barely spoke a word to Rebecca after that, except for a few short comments about two good looking guys that entered the café.
Lifting her head, Madeline gave a tired smile. "Miss me?" She asked the car, sounding jokingly hopeful as she stuck the key into the ignition. The car roared to life, as well as the radio.
"-ain't no sunshine when she's gone-"
Madeline smiled. "That's an old one," She murmured to herself.
With that, Madeline pulled away from the sidewalk and headed home, both humming and singing quietly along with the song the entire way.
June 9, 2018
To be completely honest, Madeline wasn't very thrilled that her father forced her to take Aira to the party; she didn't even really feel the motivation to go anymore. Even Aira said she didn't really want to go, but 'sister bonding was important', Madeline had mocked. Though, she hoped that once they got there, Aira would leave to do her own thing.
Hopefully.
Another thing, a lot of people would be there. It's going to take Madeline forever to find Rebecca.
Walking outside and stopping next to the car, Madeline leaned against the driver's door while waiting for Aira to come out. She sent a quick text to her sister, telling her to hurry up in a not-so-polite manner. She didn't come out long after.
She jumped down the porch steps, seeming eager to get away from the house, or their dad. Speaking of which, he appeared in the doorway.
"I want you two home by at least eleven!" He demanded.
Madeline grinned and checked her phone for the time. 7:31. "Okay, okay. I promise." She replied, giving a brief thumbs up.
As soon as Aira neared her sister, she made an attempt to snatch the keys she was loosely holding on to. Madeline just lifted the keys high in the air so she couldn't reach them. "Can I drive?"
"What did we discuss last Friday? You don't have your license." Madeline reminded coldly.
Aira threw her hands in the air. "I'm workin' on it!"
"Work harder." She replied simply. "And even if you did, I'm not going to risk the chance of you crashing my car." Madeline continued, speaking matter-of-factly.
"There would be no way I'd crash this car." Aira concluded, amazed as she ducked into the passenger seat.
"Yeah, because you wouldn't be driving it." Madeline replied, laughing at Aira's sour expression.
The trip to the lake was short and sweet, meaning Aira didn't complain anymore.
Fifteen minutes later, Madeline pulled into an empty parking spot and made a noise that was a mix between a sigh and a groan. She turned the key to shut off the car. "Remind me why we're here again." She said, already regretting coming as soon as she saw a certain group of people.
Aira looked at Madeline as if she said the dumbest thing in the world. "Because! If you don't come to this party, you're not cool." Aira explained.
Madeline looked at Aira like the characters in the Office would look at the camera. The explanation itself sounded stupid. "Is that what kids are telling you these days?" Aira remained quiet. "You need new friends. Actually, correction," she held up a finger. "You need friends."
Madeline smirked at Aira's offended look. "One point for big sister." She whispered, tone prideful as she pointed at herself for emphasis.
Aira flipped Madeline off. "Whatever, asshole." Aira snapped.
Madeline's eyes narrowed at the rude gesture. "I'll tell Dad you were the one that broke the fountain out front." Madeline instantly threatened, successfully bringing out her pettiness.
Aira's eyes went as wide as plates. "No! Please!"
Madeline just laughed. "Get out of my car. Go drool over Chad with your friends or something. I'm going to take a look at the car."
"Chad?" Aira repeated, face distorted in a look of disgust. It took her a moment before she registered what Madeline said. "Wait, what? Why?"
Madeline had already popped the hood and exited the car before Aira had asked her short questions, causing Aira to follow. Madeline stopped in front of the car, one hand on the hood. "The radio's been acting funky, as well as the driving itself. I'm sure it's not a good sign of the car's physical state. I'm gonna see if I need to fix anything."
It was true. The past couple of days Madeline noticed the radio switching on or changing stations from time to time, and the driving being jumpy and noises being produced that sounded like sputtering. However, the car didn't do it enough to make it very alarming.
"Right, right." Aira agreed distractedly.
"Go away, Smalls. You're a pain in my ass." Madeline ordered, using her hand to shoo her away. Aira was obsessed with the movie The Sandlot, earning her the nickname.
"See ya, punk." Aira gave a sloppy salute and jogged off to meet up with a friend who hailed her over.
Madeline pushed the hood upwards and set the stand in place. Looking down, Madeline's eyes widened. The engine was impressive to say in the least; a high-rise double-pump carburetor. Well, this is interesting.
Everything seemed perfectly fine, but of course, Madeline was not a professional mechanic. Backing up, she let the stand down and closed the hood just as someone approached her.
"Hey, Maddie." Madeline nearly jumped at the suddenness of the newcomer's voice and spun around to see Jacob, the boy who's had a crush on her for who knows how long. "What're you doing over here?" As they both grew older, Jacob became more and more confident with himself. From the beginning in third grade, he was a shy kid that only ever smiled at her.
"Avoiding you." She replied simply, her response only being half true. Unconsciously, Madeline was gradually leaning back onto the hood to make the space between them bigger.
"Aw, don't be like that. Why don't you come hang with us?" Jacob tried to persuade.
"I'm fine, I'll pass." Madeline spoke quickly and with a fake grin. Please, go away. She turned and walked away, feeling uncomfortable with his proximity. She headed towards the back of car, knowing she left a water bottle back there. It was hot; even in the evening.
"Feisty today." Jacob said with interest. "Did you get enough sleep last night?"
Madeline opened the driver's door and pushed the seat forward, reaching in the back to grab the bottle. "Is that really an important question?" Madeline asked, unscrewing the cap to take a drink. After a drink, she put the seat back and closed the door.
Jacob just grinned and shook his head, then tried to walk closer to Madeline. However, he didn't get far, because the driver side door swung open and rammed into the upper half of Jacob's body.
"Ah, shit!" Jacob cursed, clutching his stomach.
"Oops! I did it again-" The radio spoke again, but quietly. Madeline figured it was probably referring to when the car's door swung open and hit the Volkswagen. If cars could even register what they do.
Madeline threw the bottle into the front seat and shut the door, approaching Jacob. "Oh, I'm so- are you okay? I'm sorry!" Madeline may not have liked him, but she wasn't a bitch.
Jacob looked up, gripping the top of the car. "What's up with your car?" He asked, partly out of breath.
"It's...old." Madeline tried to reason. "It has a few...malfunctions..."
"Saying it has malfunctions would be an understatement. This thing works on it's own." Jacob retorted, letting go of the car. Standing straight, his head turned when his name was called by one of his buddies. Giving one last overlook of both Madeline and the car, he turned and walked away.
Madeline groaned and looked at the car, eyes landing on the radio. She was both grateful and weirded out.
Before anything else, however, Aira came jogging over, face flush from what Madeline guessed to be embarrassment. "What's wrong?"
"We have to leave." Aira said quickly, already in the passenger seat.
"Well, I'm not objecting to that." Madeline replied, dumbfounded. Too bad though, she didn't even get to see Rebecca.
"May embarrassed me. We gotta go." Aira said, leg bouncing up and down.
Madeline leaned down and looked at her sister through the window, arms resting on the door. "Mouse."
"Get in the car."
She complied. "Okay, okay." Madeline said, obviously amused. Strapping herself in and turning the car on, she looked to her left and squinted. A girl was walking down the road, away from them and the party. "Hey, is that Rebecca?" If it was, Madeline knew she was walking home.
Aira leaned forward to see out the window past Madeline's head.
"Let's drive her home." Aira suddenly spoke.
Madeline's head turned to look at Aira, surprised at the suggestion. "Huh?"
"She lives ten miles from here." Aira desperately reasoned.
"I know." Madeline said slowly.
"Maddie, please. Just go get Rebecca." Aira pleaded, trying her best at puppy dog eyes.
Madeline scoffed in return. "Fine. But only because I take pity on you." She replied after a moment of debating, purely just to torture her sister.
"Yes!" Aira said cheerfully.
Madeline never said she didn't want to pick up Rebecca, however there was a chance she already called for a ride. Still, it was worth a shot. Aira had this weird attraction to Rebecca, in a sense that Aira looked up to her. Maybe it was because Rebecca could sing really well; if she wanted to, of course.
Rebecca had her moments.
Madeline pulled out of the parking spot and turned, driving up next to Rebecca.
"Yo, need a ride?" Madeline asked nonchalantly.
Rebecca's head turned, instantly grinning as soon as she registered who was talking to her. "Hey! You are here!"
"Yeah, but Miss Prissy over here wanted to leave." Rebecca laughed at the nickname. "Are you leaving?"
"Yeah. Aaron was being a jackass and ruined my mood." Rebecca explained, grin fading.
"Then get in loser."
Rebecca headed towards Madeline's door, but Aira suddenly piped up. "Hey! Do you want the front seat?"
Rebecca shook her head. "I'm fine, girlie." There was a small exchange of moving around in seats, before Rebecca finally landed herself in the back. Strapping herself in, she looked around. "So, this is the new car."
"Mhm." Madeline began.
"Ooh, bitch. I knew this car looked familiar." Rebecca said fondly. A few days ago Madeline had snapped a picture of the car and sent it to her.
Madeline smiled. "Few kinks here and there, but runs great."
Rebecca grinned. "I can tell, the driving is nice."
Madeline snickered. That wasn't always the case.
As the conversation continued, Aira looked out the window. Well, her attempt at talking to Rebecca failed. Sighing, she almost missed when the radio turned on and very quietly played Akon's song, Lonely.
Aira suddenly had the urge to punch the car's dashboard.
Well, that's all for now!
No action just yet, of course.
Just for a better picture-
Madeline looks like Maia Mitchell
Aira looks like Elizabeth Olsen
Rebecca looks like Mikaela Long
Hope you enjoyed!
- Pastel