Looking up [On Hold]

deep blonde fancy car thoughts

"Hey guys!" my cousin shouted with more enthusiasm I saw of her so far, "this is her!" she squealed, pulling me closer to her side.

This time I actually shuddered, but my cousin paid no mind as she maneuvered the steps leading down the driveway, efficiently pulling me along with her. As soon as we landed on the driveway, my cousin raced over to the pink car, leaving me in the dust. As I tried to pay no heed to the glances I felt, I distractedly took in the lush green landscape, and how everything seemed so neat and orderly. Ruefully, I thought about how that's probably what my uncle preferred, even in his human interactions, if the conversation from last night was any indication. Frowning, I mused over the contents of last night conversation, trying to uncover new depths that I could not in my half-sleep state.

Before, I could get far in my musings, my forearm was once again grabbed by silkily soft hands and pink manicured nails. Sighing, I let her lead me around the pink convertible. Quickly from a glance, as my cousin seemed in a hurry, I saw three blonds in the cars. Frowning, at the lack of diversity, I wondered exactly why they were here.

Interrupted once again from my thoughts, Jasmine came to a complete halt, almost making me run into her back. When I got over the shock of stopping so suddenly I was amazed by the site in front of Jasmine. It was a red luxury car. It featured two doors, black rims, and a black fender. Looking closer between the headlights, I could make out a Ferrari symbol. Briefly I wondered how much this cost, and exactly why would parents that seem to be so sensible, get it for her.

"Gift from daddy from my sweet 16, three months ago!" Jasmine excitedly told me, as she motioned to the car, while opening the driver's door and making a move to get in.

Thinking to follow suit, I went around to the passenger door and got in just like Jasmine just did. Instantly when I closed the door, my nose was assailed by the smell of leather and flowery perfume. Everywhere I turned my sight was assailed by sleek designs. From the mahogany dashboard, to the black overall exterior, and the black leather seats that seemed to be emitting heat and vibrations at this very moment.

Trying to not be overcome with a sense of jealously, I tried to start a neutral conversation, "So, I guess Ms. Rivers left?"

Nodding her head as she turned on the engine she replied, "Yeah, but don't worry, you'll be in good hands."

Just as soon as she finished her sentence, she shifted to reverse, turning around in the driveway before gassing it and lurched to the curb where she did a quick-hand- over hand technique, efficiently making the turn, if not dangerously. Having put on my seatbelt before I started the conversation, I hung back in my seat and grabbed both vertical parts with both hands. When my cousin noticed my position, she chuckled.

"Don't worry, I passed my road test with a 70," she told me, assuringly, "even if I did have to do a bit of flirting." She winked.

Nodding my head, I slowly eased my grip on my belt and after a good five minutes I was able to determine that we were being followed by the trio of blond cheerleaders, or at least I stereotyped them as cheerleaders.

Starting back up the conversation in the otherwise silent car Jasmine asked, "Oh yeah, did you find everything to your liking?"

Not really knowing what she was asking, because last night she didn't exactly roll out the welcome matt. But, not wanting to offend the girl, who for her part kept her eyes on the street, and only briefly made eye contact with me, I answered with an affirmative.

"Yeah, everything was really nice, thanks for asking," I offhandedly told her.

She nodded her head, "Yeah, that be our Patrica."