𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝐕.𝐇

１０

maddy's pov

I check over myself once more in the mirror, making sure everything looked fine— my hair, makeup, the outfit that I changed seventeen times...then I grab my bag and leave my room.

"Mum!" I call as I walk down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen and see her on the phone at the kitchen bench. She's smiling as she talks and holds up a finger, telling me to wait a moment.

'I'm going out' I mouth to her. She nods her head and gestures me over to her. I give her a hug and she kisses my cheek, "be safe, text me if you need to," she quickly says.

I leave the kitchen and check myself in the hallway mirror as I pass it. I'm not sure why I'm putting in this much effort.

Maybe it's because you're meeting Vinnie for the first time, idiot.

Yeah, but I wouldn't put this much effort into seeing any other friend...

That's because Vinnie isn't 'any other friend'.

Shut up.

I check my phone and a text from Vinnie pops up.

MESSAGES
vinnie🔫
I'm here old man

I text him back saying that I'm coming then I slide my phone into my bag and pull my black and white hood over my head.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous to meet Vinnie. Even though I wasn't a fan, he was still the mega-famous Vinnie Hacker that was known by practically everyone.

With my hand on the door handle, I fix my hood, getting ready to step out into the drizzling rain. I open the door, but my view was blocked by a tall figure standing on my front steps under the shelter of the outstretched roofing.

I slowly look up and meet his eyes, "Hey old man," he smiled.

"Hello, Vincent" I smile back.

"You look nice, dressing up for me?"

"Oh trust me, if anything, I'm underdressing. Don't flatter yourself" I roll my eyes playfully.

"Sure, sure. Wanna go?" He nods his head behind him and I nod. I close the door and follow him towards his car, stepping on the stepping stones, making sure not to get any mud on my shoes before getting into his nice looking car.

We slide into the yellow car and sit there for a moment. I pull my hood off of my head and look around, "I like your car,".

"Yeah, she's my pride and joy," he sighs as he rubs his hand across the steering wheel, looking like he was in love.

"Pride and joy or girlfriend?" I tease.

"Both," he winked then started the car.

I chuckle and put my seat belt on. The rain was slowly falling, nothing too hard but it wasn't sprinkling either.

He revved the car then started driving down the street.

"Aux?" I asked holding my hand out. He dug around in the centre console compartment and pulled out a wire, handing it to me.

"This will determine whether or not we can be friends, by the way," he tells me, sounding serious but his face said otherwise.

"One hundred percent. If you don't like my music then we simply can't be friends," I smile. I plug the cord into my phone then go to my playlist. I scroll through before landing on OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic featuring Maggie Lindemann.

"This is my favourite song so be careful with your words," I warn him. The intro starts,

"Oh shit, you like Chase Atlantic? Okay, we can be friends," he smiled.