"Shan, as much as it pains me to say this, I need to borrow your car."
"No way in hell." Shannon snarled, not looking up from her half-painted nails.
"C'mon! You know I wouldn't be caught dead in that…thing unless it was of utmost importance!" Boone pleaded.
"Jesus, alright! But if you scratch it, you die, understand me?" Shannon threatened, handing over her key ring.
"Thanks…oh, and can I also borrow your sunglasses?"
"All I have are white ones with diamond studs."
"Those are fine, thanks!" Boone yelled, rushing out the door.
Hopping into his stepsister's car, Boone quickly backed it up and tore out of the neighborhood-
-Only to be caught in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
"I DON'T BEILEVE THIS!" Boone yelled, pounding the fur-covered steering wheel.
Suddenly, a car horn blasted from behind him.
Jumping slightly, Boone turned around in his seat. Out of the back windshield, he could see a young man wearing a tight-fitting lime green shirt sitting in the car behind him, blowing Boone kisses.
Turning bright red, Boone quickly faced the front and sank down into the seat. He should have known better than to borrow Shannon's hot pink VW Beetle with purple flames. Not to mention the obnoxious I ♥ BOYZ license plate.
Finally, after being honked at by no less than nine cars, all containing men, Boone was able to get through the traffic.
What was worth putting up with this harassment, you might ask?
A buy one get one free sale on hair salon products, of course.
AN: Tee hee, gotta love Boone!
