Chapter 3: It's Friday!
I looked down at his hand, thought about shaking it, and then decided against it. "Dude, I don't know where that hand has been," I stated as I put my feet up on the dashboard. He quickly pushed my feet off, as he started the car back up, and pulled off the curb. "Yeah, I was just picking my nose, and no feet on my dashboard, I paid for this van myself. And now I have to fucking drive it all over the country," he said while turning on the radio. "Care to explain why?" "Oh, well I'm in a band, and we're on a tour with some other bands. The record label wants us to increase our popularity so we're doing meet and greets along the road. The rest of the band are already at the signing, while I was stuck picking up food for them," he gestured his head towards an Olive Garden bag that had a seatbelt on it. "Uh… Care to explain why food has a seat belt?" He shrugged and said, "We normally don't get food like Olive Garden. It's just fast food for us, so it's a treat to get Garden Of Olives" "That still doesn't answer my question," I mumbled and folded my arms, once again putting my feet up on the dashboard. "We like food, plus, I heard It keeps it warm" "Don't' know if you noticed, but it's pretty hot outside" "Oh shut up Rox, and get your feet off the dashboard… "So where am I dropping you off again?" he asked, completely changing the subject. "You can drop me off at the mall" He nodded and we sat there in silence, while the radio drowned on with Rebecca Black's Friday. I hummed along, and Cam glared at me, so I hummed louder, and then started to sing; loudly. "FRIDAYYYY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAYYYY,"I screamed loudly out of the car windows. "You are going to get me arrested for public annoyance", he replied, with a slight smile. "Oh, you think I'm annoying? You ain't see nothing yet" He rolled his eyes, and quickly pulled into the mall's parking lot, parked, and then pulled out his wallet. "So how much does an iPod go for now?," he asked while he started to pull money out of his main compartment. I shook my head, and started to laugh, and grabbed my bag. "I was joking, you are a struggling band member, I would never do that to you. Or anyone for that matter" I opened my car door, and started to get out of the seat, when I felt something flutter down the front of my shirt, and into my bra. "I made you a promise, now take it" "I feel like such a stripper, like, why the bra? WHY?," I retorted back, while I stuck my hand down into my bra, and pulled out a $100 bill. "Keep it, I know how much music means to everyone" I smiled. "Thanks Cameron, you ain't such a bad driver as I thought you were," I laughed. He chuckled. "I'm glad I have your approval… Maybe I'll see you later?" "Yeah, I'll make sure to look out for your band in the area. And remember to think of the little people when you are big and famous" He nodded, and smiled, showing off his pearly whites again. "It was nice meeting you" "You too," I mumbled while I walked into the mall.