Bust Your Windows – Glee Cast
I ran across the street, clad in black, as Fang followed, laughing. "That was awesome!" He screamed once we were far enough away.
"Tell me about it! Oh, Dylan is going to hate us!" I cackled. Dylan was this guy in my English class that didn't understand that Fang and I were dating and that meant I was off-limits. So, after the twenty-seventh time he'd asked me out, Fang and I slashed his tires and egged the inside of his car. We also covered his seats in whipped cream and honey.
"Classic." He collapsed on the grass of Central Park, catching his breath. "Hey look, there's a Ferrari."
"Um, there isn't a Ferrari, Fang." I laughed. "Cars on the brain."
"Actually, cars aren't on my brain anymore." He admitted.
"And what is on your brain?" I cocked an eyebrow.
"Take a guess."