Someone, Somewhere (Sequel to The Lavery Twins)

Someone, Somewhere - Chapter 1

AHHHHHH ERMAGERD. LOL. hi. Finally, it's about time the sequel arrives.

Anyways, just want to say that the beginning of this story's probably just going to be COMPLETELY random and all over the place. I mean, if you've read The Lavery Twins, you'd probably know where I'm getting at. These characters are seriously weird. But I love writing this story because it's just so random.

Yeah, I'm just adjusting to this story again, so maybe the first couple chapters might just be whatever they turn out to be? I don't know, but still, hope ya guys like it. *drumroll* AND I PRESENT TO YOU....SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE.... SEQUEL TO THE LAVERY TWINS!

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Chapter 1.

　

A L L Y

　

"Ally, slow the hell down!" Holly screamed as I zoomed past other cars, laughing like a mad-woman. Cars honked at me as I nearly hit them while I drove, but I didn't care. I finally had my driver's license, and I can finally drive without the supervision of an adult. It feels freaking amazing.

"Holly, relax girl, I think you're forgetting which one has the license here!" I sang, my hair blowing in my face from the cool breeze. Glancing over at my bestfriend, I saw she was clutching onto her seatbelt for dear life, her eyes wide and practically bulging out of her head. This just made me laugh even more.

As soon as Holly found out about my license, I knew how horrified she was. She knows damn well she has no choice but to ride with me now, no matter how psycho or road-raged I can get. I can get pretty bipolar on the road, let me tell you.

"PLEASE DON'T GET US KILLED!" Holly yelled, when I made a sharp swerve to avoid some Honda that kept cutting me off. I stuck my head out the window and fipped him off -- only to notice that he was just an old man who probably had no clue what he was doing.

"It's not me, Holly! These people are idiots!" I told her, shaking my head in disapproval.

"Yeah, that explains why you're going at 80 when you CLEARLY HAVE TO BE GOING AT 50."

"Shut up you slut." I waved her off, and took both hands off the wheel just to get under her skin. I smirked at a horrified Holly as I put my hands behind my head, my foot still pressed on the gas.

"ALLISON REED PUT YOUR HANDS BACK ON THE WHEEL--" Holly stopped mid-panic when her phone started ringing. I slowed down to the appropriate speed when The Harlem Shake started blaring through her iphone. Holly shot me a look before answering it, and I just rolled my eyes while concentrating on the road.

Fine Holly, I'll slow down for you. Boring old fart.

I swear ever since her and Shane became a couple, she's suddenly all "mature" and whatnot. Okay, maybe not. But still. A couple months ago, Holly would have been laughing and having fun with me while I almost killed bitches, but now it's just not the same.

"...yeah, we're on our way back from the mall," Holly was saying to the mystery person -- cough, cough Shane. "Why, what's up?"

I quirked an eyebrow at Holly, and she just shrugged at me before putting the phone on speaker, and placing it on her lap.

"I'm bored," was Shane's brilliant response. Holly started giggling while I just sat there, pretending like I didn't really know what "I'm bored" meant. Trust me, it's like a code for something. Something like 'Hey babe, my cock is hard and throbbing and it needs you so hurry up and come over you sexy thing.'