It's not an understatement; it's the truth.
*Why you so obssesed with me? When everybody knows.*
The rain hit the windshield with great force. I turned the radio on in an attempt to drown out the loud splats.
My trip to the grocery store had been a success; I had found everything on my mother's list. She was throwing a small get-together for our last day of summer. Tomorrow night was Halloween, which pretty much ended summer for everyone here in New York. Our last few weeks haven't been our warmest anyways.
Love Drunk played on the radio, Martin Johnson's sweet voice filled the white Range Rover. Tori sat next to me, texting Madilyn.
"So is she coming?" My voice lifted the unpleasant silence to a comfortable one.
I felt Tori's eyes on my side-profile. "Oh, uh, yeah. As of now, at least."
Something moved in the backseat. My eyes dodged to the rearview mirror.
"Did you hear that, Toria?" The tone of my voice flippant.
She turned around in her seat and screamed. Her voice upping an octave.
The large vehicle screeched to a halting stop.
"God, Carson! Whiplash, much!"
"Well, Tori! Sorry for freaking when someone screams about something in the backseat of my truck!"
"Holy crap, Carse! It's a squirrel!"
We looked at each other, laughing, almost in hysterics.
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