"This isn't Malibu, Jules." I look at her deadpanned.
"Sure it is! Just ignore the Santa Rosa signs," she flashes me a grin as she drives, looking outside eagerly trying to find something.
"What are we doing?" I look outside with confusion swarming my mind until I heard Jules gasp, "here!" She excitedly taps her fingers on the steering wheel as she pulls over.
I lean across the centre console and look out her window to see we had pulled up next to a large closed gate that sat before a driveway that looked like it stretched miles.
"If this is the fucking hype house entrance..." I continue looking at it. No one else would have such an obnoxiously long driveway.
"Oh come on, there's no harm in looking at it," she pouts. I sigh and sit back in my seat.
"How did you even find their address?" I throw the McDonald's bag on the ground and look at her, "this is creepy, Jules".
"It's not creepy if you accidentally stumble across their address..." I roll my eyes, a smile playing on my lips knowing that this was Jules in a nutshell.
"Okay, you've had a look at it, now can we go to Malibu? I need to see that thirty million dollar house," I tell her.
"No, I wanna get a closeup. I'll be right back," she quickly jumps out of the car before I could convince her to do otherwise. She runs over to the gate, grabbing the bars and leaning to look through the gaps.
"I think I can see it!" She called. Letting out an exaggerated groan— throwing my head back and all, I jump out of the car and round it to walk over to Jules who was now standing on the bottom of the gate, stretching her neck up to see how far she can look.
"Jules, I love you, but this is weird. What if they have security cameras and are watching us right now?" I say as I look around trying to spot any sort of camera.
"That would be perfect!" She gasped, "Hey guys!" She yells, waving her arms around.
"Jules! Stop!" I grab her arms and hold them down as I frantically look around.
She laughs, "I'm doing this to bug you. Let's go," she runs back to the car leaving me to stand there wondering how I ended up with such an insane best friend.
I jump back in the car and glared at her, "what? Are you worried that your boyfriend would see that you're best friends with a nutcase?" She pouts— one of her favourite things to do.
"No to the boyfriend part, yes to the nutcase part," I tell her as I put my seatbelt on.
"Rude."
"Can we go to Malibu now?" I ask, taking a sip of my McDonald's drink.
"Fine, fine".
As we drive out of the neighbourhood, my phone buzzed.
"Vinnie texted me," I tell Jules.
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