Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 32.

"All I'm saying is- dogs are better than cats!"
"But cats are so much easier to take care of."
"Pffh!" Ciara scoffed. "Cats are just stuck-up beasts. If you want to get a pet, get a dog!"
"Mhm." I hummed, had no idea how we came up with the topic, but somewhere between book novels and the latest fashion collection from Vogue, we also came up with the topic of pets. The ride back to Paddy's house beeing a good 23 minute ride. Alone with Ciara and me.

Harry and Tom were the ones to help Paddy set up the party while Ciara and I got dressed up at her house in the afternoon again. Just the way you do it.

She wore a dark red dress, while I wore a dark blue one. Both of us with our make-up done and our hair down instead of a braid.

Parker had long been at Sam's with Nikki and Dom, hopefully getting ready for bed since it was almost 8 o'clock, and I didn't like Parker staying up late, because that meant he would be tired the following day.

So I just sent my last message to Nikki, asking how it was going while Ciara was parking in front of Paddy's house.
"Damn, Paddy just turned 12, how do all his friends have a drivers license already? I need a parking space to myself!" She complained as she tried to park backwards between two fat-ass cars that would surely belong to Paddy's friends. And as expensive as the cars looked, I didn't want to risk putting even the smallest scratch on them.
"Okay, so he turned 18- And come on, the car park is too small for us to fit in there. Drive a little further."
"No - leave me alone. I can manage." She tried again, tongue clamped between her lips as she stared into the rearview mirror, trying to figure out how much space she had left.

Then suddenly someone put their palm on our roof. It wasn't a slap, it sounded too soft for that, but it wasn't a tap either. Just a simple clap you could say?

My heart was startled, I looked out of my window, seeing a tall frame gesturing for me to roll down the window, which I did right away.
"Hey, I don't know if you ladies have seen it, but there's not much room for your car to fit in. Why don't you see if you can squeeze in somewhere else? Hm?"

God, it was so embarrassing. More and more people walked past us on their way into the house. Every single one of them catching the drama going on. And as if it wasn't bad enough, Ciara started to unbuckle her seatbelt right away, opened her Car door and got out. The car standing crookedly in the car park.

"Who are you calling ladies?! Mhm? you carrot!" She was ready to fight, her hands already in fists as she stomped around the bonnet to punch the tall, snuck up dude in the face.
He didn't give a shit about Ciara having called him a carrot, but on the contrary, it amused him.
"Look for yourself, little doll. There is no room.." He grinned, at least a head and a half taller than Ciara. His arms intertwined as he showed Ciara the space she was trying to park in.
"I swear to god-" She complained, raising her index finger, the nickname 'little doll' not sitting well with her, but then she saw the gap in the park and had to admit to herself that she didn't fit in there. "If this moron behind me hadn't parked like a granny, I would have fit in easily." She said.
"You call me a granny just because you're too stupid to park?" He scoffed. I sank into my seat. My cheeks all red with shame. I think Ciara would have liked that too, but it was too late, she had to stay upright for herself.
"So this is your car? No wonder, you probably get everything shoved up your ass by your parents." I had to stifle a giggle, the black Mercedes definitely looked like it belonged to his father.

"Alright, that's enough." The guy raised his hand. He wasn't about to hit Ciara, probably only wanting to go through his hair, but even if he had wanted to, we would never know how that would have ended, because before that could happen Harry came into view and pulled Ciara back into his chest while Tom jumped right on top of the guy, throwing a punch on his eye.
A loud gasp escaped my lips. The guy lying on the floor in an eye-blink, with Tom on top of him, wanting to throw a second punch.
"You like that?!" He asked the poor friend of Paddy's, filthy grin on his lips as the colour of his eyes turned black, not giving a damn about his surroundings. But the guy was on the verge of tears, whimpering underneath my husbands strong grip.