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"Come on, Ellie! We're leaving for the lake." Sam yelled into my room.
"I was thinking." I said, strolling out of my bedroom. "Since we have a car now, do you think we should take very-great-grandpa's glasses off of Ebay?"
"Need the money." Sam grunted, walking out into the bright afternoon sun.
"For what?" I laughed before it dawned on me. "Oh! Oh! I remember why!"
"Shut up, Ellie." Sam muttered.
"Someone has a little crush." I said, nudging him in the side.
"Ellie!" Sam moaned in exasperation. We stepped on the grass and started walking to our garage.
"Ah, Sam. Ellie." Dad called with an eyebrow raised.
"What?" Sam asked in confusion.
"I do not like footprints on my grass." Dad stated simply. I gave him a bewildered look.
"What footprints?" I demanded, lifting my foot. "There's no footprints!"
"That's why I built my path. So why don't you go from my grass, onto the path! Okay?" Dad said tensely.
"It's family grass, Dad." Sam pointed out.
"Well, when you both own your own grass, you'll understand." Dad reasoned with a smile.
"This, this, I can't do it anymore." Sam groaned with frustration.
"What?" Mom asked, giving us a look from the flowers she was planting.
"You're putting girl jewelry on a boy dog, Mom." I sighed, gesturing to Mojo. "He's got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua."
" That's his bling." She said happily. She spied us getting into our new car and called after us, "I want you two home at eleven o'clock!"
"Got it, Mom." I shouted, waving lazily out the window of the passenger seat.
"Eleven o'clock!" Dad repeated firmly.
"Please, for the love of God, drive safely!" Mom shouted, now standing up.
"Seat belt on!" Dad added with a nod. As our car pulled out of the drive, a plume of black smoke billowed up behind us, making me sigh.
"He is so cheap." I muttered, shaking my head. As we drove, I looked at Sam in confusion. "Hey, the lake is that way."
"We have to pick up Miles first." Sam said flatly.
"Why?" I whined, while hitting my head on the back of the seat.
"I need him as my wing man." Sam tried to reason.
"I'm your wing woman." I pouted, pleading with him silently.
"Just try not to complain too much." Sam said, still not looking at me.
"No promises." I grumbled as we pulled up the drive of Mile's house.
"Hey, in the back." Miles commanded as he opened the passenger door.
"Hey, how 'bout no." I said sweetly.
"Ellie. Please? Just for today?" Sam begged.
"Fine." I grumbled, trying to undo my seatbelt. I struggled with it for a bit more before deciding it was useless. "It's stuck. Get in the back, Miley."
"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" Miles questioned, walking to Sam's side and getting in the back.
"Didn't I tell you that I didn't care?" I retorted snarkily. The song 'Burn Baby Burn' conveniently came on the radio, proving my point. "See? Even our car agrees with me."
"Piss off." Miles snapped, leaning back. Once we arrived at the lake, Miles got a bit antsy. "Dude, are you sure we're invited to this party?"
"Of course, Miles." Sam said. "It's a lake. Public property."
We all exited the car, the seatbelt finally releasing me from it's death grip, and walked to the lake.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God, guys, Mikaela's here." Sam stressed, smoothing his hair down. "Just don't do anything weird, all right? I'm good, right?"
"You're good." I sighed with a smile.
"Hey, guys, check it out. Oh, hi. Hey." Trent laughed, walking over to us. "That car. It's nice. Hey. So, what are you guys doing here?"
"We're here to climb this tree." Sam shrugged, his cheeks flushing slightly. I looked over my shoulder to the right and saw Miles climbing the tree next to us. I almost hit myself in the face in embarrassment. I really hated that idiot sometimes.
"I see that. It looks-" Trent broke off laughing. "It looks fun."
"Yeah." Sam muttered with chagrin showing on his face.
"You know, I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year, right?" Trent asked, walking closer to us. I cringed at the memory of Sam's tryout.
"Oh, no, no, no, that- No. That wasn't like a real tryout. I was researching a book I was writing." Sam stuttered with a shrug.
"Oh, yeah?" Trent chuckled. "What's it about? Sucking at sports?"
"No, it's about the link between brain damage and football. No, it's a- it's a good book." Sam mocked, grinning like a madman.
"Your friends'll love it. You know, it's got mazes in it and, you know, little coloring areas, sections, pop-up pictures. It's a lot of fun." I laughed.
"That's funny." Trent growled, taking another step forward. At this point he was almost chest and chest with Sam and I.
"Okay, okay. you know what? Stop." Mikaela said, getting in between Trent and us.
"Hey, guys. I know of a party. Let's go." Trent commanded, flicking his hand to the line of cars opposite of ours.
"You got to get out of the tree right now. Get- just get out of the tree right now, please. What are you doing?" Sam snapped irritably at Miles.
Miles did a lame flip out of the tree and looked at us with a proud look.
"Did you see that dismount? All the chicks were watching." He bragged, flexing his non-existent muscles for a bit.
"You're making us looks like idiots." I huffed as I slid into the passenger seat. Miles was leaning on the side of the car, attempting to show off to the passing boy girls.
Who's gonna drive you home?
I jumped a foot in the air, hitting my head on the top of the car, and looked at the radio in bewilderment.
Tonight?
"Okay, ghost radio. If you get me demoted to the backseat, I will kill you." I threatened angrily. I felt a bit of a hum under my hands that were rested on the dashboard.
"I'm gonna drive her home tonight." Sam whispered to himself.
"Yup. You're going to die tonight, Mr. Car." I sighed, transferring from the passenger seat to the back. The car gave a slight rock, throwing me into the backseat. "Gah!"
"You stupid, romantic car!" I cried out, slapping the seat in front of me.
Who's gonna come around?
Sam jumped into the front seat and drove over to Mikaela.
"How'd you get rid of Miles?" I questioned curiously.
"I convinced him." Was all he replied. "Mikaela! It's Sam!"
When you break
"Shut up, car. He's already picking her up." I mumbled, laying back on the seats with an arm covering my eyes.
"Witwicky? I hope I didn't get you stranded or anything. You sure? So, listen, I was wondering if I could ride you home. I mean- give you a ride home in my car, to your house." Sam offered nervously. Mikaela considered for a moment before getting in. "There you go."
"Who's in the back?" Mikaela asked quietly.
"Ellie." I said, waving the hand over my eyes.
"I can't believe that I'm here right now." Mikaela sighed while she looked out the window. I put my arm up in bewilderment.
"You can duck down if you want. I mean, it won't hurt my feelings." Sam said with a sad tint to his voice.
"Oh, no, no. I didn't mean- I didn't mean here with you. I just meant here, like, in this situation." She explained quickly.
"Oh." Sam said, looking back to the road.
"This same situation that I'm always in. 'Cause, I don't know, I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys, for, for tight abs and really big arms." She smiled ruefully and shook her head.
"Big arms?" Sam questioned. He took one hand off the wheel and flexed it slightly. Oh, Sam. " Well, uh, there's a couple new additions in the car. Like, I just put in that light there. And that disco ball. And so the light reflects off the disco ball."
"Failure, Sam." I called from the back. "Epic failure."
"Shut up, Ellie." Sam snapped.
"So are you two new to school this year?" Mikaela asked us.
"Actually we've been in the same school since first grade." I shrugged from my lying down position.
"Really?"
"Yeah..."
"No."
"Yeah, actually a long time."
"Well, do- do we have any classes together?" She asked with a small smile forming on her face.
"Yeah..." Sam trailed off.
"Really which ones?" She looked at him expectantly.
"History. Language Arts. Math. Science." He listed off in embarrassment.
"Sam!" She snapped her fingers in recognition.
"Sam. Yeah." He smiled slightly.
"Sam Wilkicky!" She said proudly.
"Wit-wicky." Sam corrected.
"You know what? I'm so sorry, I just-" Sam cut her off.
"No, it's cool." Sam assured her.
"I just didn't recognize you." She gave us a sheepish look.
"Yeah, well, I mean, that's understandable." Sam started, but stopped as the car started to make weird sounds. "Ah, no, no, no. No. Come on."
"Dang it, Sam! We just got this car! I've only driven it once!" I pined, sitting up. Music started playing on the radio. Not just any music. Songs about romance, love, and...other things.
"Sorry! I'm just working out the kinks." Sam said, hitting the dashboard. "You know, it's a new car."
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"Oh. This radio is, like, you know-old. It's an old radio." Sam said quickly. "Look, this isn't something that I, you know- I can't get this radio to stop. Look, I wouldn't try this on you. You know. 'Cause this is like a romantic, romantic thing that I'm not trying to do."
I burst out laughing, rolling around in the backseat while clutching my stomach.
"Uh-huh." Mikaela rolled her eyes and got out of the car. I laughed harder, tears coming to my eyes.
"Not that you're not worthy of trying something like this on." Sam said, trying to make amends and failing.
"I'm a friend of yours. I'm not a romantic friend. Romantic friends do this. I mean, I'm not that- that friend. I mean, we- I could be. If-" Sam continued desperately.
"Just pop the hood." Mikaela commanded through the window. I wiped away my tears and attempted to control my giggles.
"Stupid. Shut up, shut up, shut up." Sam growled while kicking the car.
"Hey! It never did anything to you!" I protested weakly. I looked at him for a moment before laughing all over again. He got out of the car after giving me one last glare. "Try not to kill anyone!"