Rich Boy | 6teen Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Getting a Job

It was a lovely sunny afternoon. Three sixteen-year-old teenagers were driving on the highway toward the mall in a Sapphire blue Ferrari. The one driving the car was a Caucasian male teen with shoulder length and slightly spiky orange hair and purple eyes. He had on an expensive-looking black jacket with a green shirt underneath with black jeans. To finish off his outfit, he had on red and black sneakers and a crystal necklace.

In the car's passenger seat sat a Caucasian female teen with brown hair in a short ponytail and blue eyes. She wears a purple camisole that reveals her midwife and blue jeans, along with purple earrings and tons of makeup. The third person was a Caucasian female as well. She was sitting in the back seat behind the passenger seat. She has short blonde hair and green eyes. She wears a pink short-sleeve shirt, blue skirt, and pink shoes.

"Ashy, turn the music down. What kind of trash music is this?!" The brown hair girl said, annoyed as the boy's leg bounced to the loud blaring music playing in the car.

"Trish, my flower, this music is what people call Hardcore punk music," Ashy stated. "It's not one of the best music genres out there."

"You don't know anything about music, Ashy; I'll show you music," Trisha said as she changed the radio to a Classical music station.

"You call this music? Nope back to my music, but I turn it down some," Ashy said with a disgusted expression as he attempted to change the station with his right hand, as he kept his eyes on the road and his other hand on the steering wheel being careful not to have an accident.

"Asher, come on, Trisha has a point. Your music is terrible," The blonde girl agreed.

"See, Caitlin doesn't like it either. So, please let's listen to something else, Ashy," Trisha said.

"Hey, it's my car. Remember yours getting the motor fixed. I control the music here," Asher said, seeing Trisha a brief look.

"Come on, just change it. My head can't take it!" Trisha said, annoyed, and made a cute face trying to win Asher over.

"You win my flower," Asher agreed and changed the station, nothing wanting to be rude if the music really was hurting Trisha's head.

"Thank you," Trisha said, grateful that he changed the music.

"Now, that wasn't too hard to change. It was," Caitlin said at Asher, who didn't look happy about the music playing now.

"Well, I guess not, but if it's still my car, in my opinion, that means I should be able to listen to my music," Asher sighed as he was about to say more until he saw that they had arrived at the packed mall.

"Man, this mall is packed; why do so many people have to be at the mall today?" Caitlin asked as she looked at all the cars.

"It's summer, no school, plus lots of people are looking for a jobs Asher said, looking for a parking spot.

"You can park there," Trisha said, pointing to a parking spot in the shade.

Asher nodded and sped towards the spot, cutting off another car that was planning to park there. He looked out the window to see an annoyed man shouting at him from their car

"You annoying, rude teenager!" The man shouted before driving off to find a different parking spot.

"What an attitude. He wasn't even near the spot where you pointed it out," Asher stated.

"Forget him. I have shopping to do," Trisha said, getting out of the car.

"Yeah, both of you, go ahead. I'll meet up with you shortly," He said, taking his phone off the charger."I have to get something," He said, reaching into the glove department.