I sit at my best friend's house. We are studying for the Biology test tomorrow. We've been listening to Fairy Tail music (I do not own Fairy Tail) for hours. I haven't been feeling well. Lindsay is eating her third hot pocket. Her father, Chris McLean, walks into the room.
"I'm going to run some errands, so you two will be home alone. Please don't burn down the house," he tells us. I look at Lindsay, trying not to laugh.
Lindsay jumps up and down. Her long, blonde hair bounces. "I want to go to Peach Wave!" she screams. ( I don't own this frozen yogurt shop). She looks at me. "Gwen, wanna come?"
I laugh at her. "Of course, I do. The main reason I'm here is to hang out with my bestie, sister," I tell her, hugging her.
She runs into her room and grabs her wallet. As my best friend in the whole world, she's willing to pay for me. I pay for cookies in school during the school year. We are almost done with freshman year.
I get in her dad's truck. He owns a company of some kind. I'm in the backseat with my journal on my lap. She put on our favorite station, K104. I wrote down in my sort of diary.
We finally got there. I have trouble opening the door. Lindsay laughs and opens the door. We get our frozen yogurt, which I got chocolate. I think Lindsay gets vanilla.
I spot a few student who must go to the school next door. They are lucky for having a plaza with so many options for food, unlike Lindsay and mine school. "Is that Algebra?" I ask them. Assuming that they don't take Geometry like I do.
"Um, no, it's Biology," the cute, dirty blonde boy says.
"That class was a waste of my life!" I laugh. I follow Lindsay out of the shop. We get in the car. I'm too busy eating my yogurt to write in my journal. I see Mr. McLean pull into McDonalds. He stops the car.
Again, I try to open the door, failing at it too. Lindsay opens my door. I smile at her. "Wait!" she says turning off the radio.
"Did you just lock the door?!" Mr. McLean asks nervously.
Lindsay and I look at each other. "Uh, I don't think I did!" we say freaked out.
He lets out a big sigh. "Well you two geniuses just locked us out of the car," he tells us. "Lindsay, Gwen!"
"In my defends, I can't even open the door!" I quickly say. Lindsay and I argue on who did it. We blame ourselves. Not each other.
"MY FROZEN YOGURT!" Lindsay screams. That's what she's concerned about, really, I think. I start laughing at my best friend.
"Okay, I'm locked out of my car outside a McDonalds. It's all thanks to Dumb and Dumber!" he says to one of the Triple A people. We wave our hands at him. We lightly argue who is Dumb and who is Dumber.
It starts to rain, so we head into the fast food restaurant. I use the bathroom while the McLeans order food. We sit there when they get their food. It's an awkward silence.
"So, you two like to write fan fictions?" Mr. McLean asks. We nod our heads. I'm the one who got Lindsay into fan fictions anyways. "I might write a fan fiction about this. I'll call it Dumb and Dumber."
Finally, the guy comes. I update Lindsay more on my stories I've been writing. "How did this happen?" the Triple A guy asks.
Mr. McLean laughs. "Dumb and Dumber over here. Only that they are my teenage girls." We wave at the man. He laughs at us.
The man opens the door for us. "I love you, daddy," we tell her dad. He continues to laugh at us. We continue talking about this incident for a long time. We can't wait to tell all our friends about this.
June 10th will always be a day in the history books. That's the day where Dumb and Dumber locked themselves out of the car on that rainy and one of them were sick.