After two months of touring around Europe, I was finally back home in Santa Barbra, California. I stepped out of the car that parked in front of my house stretching out my aching limbs making me yawn. My parents piled out of the taxi cab behind me sporting the golden tans that we all got in Spain. After getting our cars from the trunk and paying the driver we slowly made our way to the front door. Usually, after a flight as long as this, I would be tired out of my mind but I was excited because I could finally see my best friend again. The only downside to the trip was not having him by my side.
"Home sweet home," sighed my dad putting the bags down by the front door. He put his arms around my mom's shoulder giving her a kiss. Sometimes it disgusted me seeing them be all lovey dovey in front of me but it made me happy to see them still in their honeymoon stage even after 20 years of marriage.
"I'm just gonna head on upstairs to my room, yup you're not even listening to me," I rolled my eyes at the fact that they weren't even listening to me by now.
I ran upstairs to my room and threw myself on my bed which wasn't a good idea, it was a little dusty after two months of not using it. Good thing I covered it with a sheet so I could just remove it. My room wasn't exactly big, it was a decent size room. My house was a medium sized house in a middle class neighborhood. My dad owned a local body shop while my mom was a real estate agent. They worked hard to provide everything that I would ever want but the bulk of their money always went into savings for our summer vacations, like the one we just came back from.
First thing on my agenda for the day was to go visit my best friend Michael Clifford, who just conveniently happens to live next door. That's how we became best friends, he moved here from Australia when he was 7 and since then we've been inseparable. I went over to my window and looked outside, it faced Michael's room but he wasn't there. I looked at the time and it was only 7 so he might be out.
I decided to take a shower before visiting him. It was pretty hot outside so I settled for some jeans shorts and a loose white tank top that complimented my tan. I threw on my deep red toms and left my house to go next door. I knocked on the door and waited, not so patiently might I add for someone to open the door. The door finally opened after a bit of shuffling to reveal Michael's mom.
"Arianna! How are you?" she opened her arms inviting me in for a hug.
"I'm doing good Karen," I hugged her back with a big smile. To be honest I really missed her, she was like a second mom to me.
"Michael is not here," she said with a sad smile, I kind of guessed that so I wasn't too disappointed.
"Where can I find him?"
"He's at The Vibe I believe," she said. The Vibe? Since when did he go there? It was a popular club close by that everyone in our high school went to but Michael never really fell to peer pressure.
"Thank you," I said ready to head out.
"Come back again soon so we can talk about your trip," she said waving.
"Sure! Bye," I waved back smiling.
I went back to my garage so I could take out my beloved 1965 powder blue mustang. It was pretty old but my dad did some work on it in his body shop so it runs like it's brand new. I got in my car and started driving, ready to finally see my best friend.
that was the prologue!
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