Can You Keep a Secret?

Chapter 4

I nod and grab my purse from where I'd recently placed it. "Ready?" I say as he walks in from the other room. My father looks confused as he dangles his keys from his right hand.

"Hold on," he says simply, rushing upstairs and disappearing down the hallway before racing back down only seconds later. "Go, go, go!" He shouts when he reaches the halfway point on the stairs.

I obey and walk out to the garage, making my way to the car so I can lean on it. There's a beep sound, signalling that the car has been unlocked and I sit up from the side of the car and open my door. We both get in and he starts the engine immediately, cold air blasting out of the panels which causes a slight shiver to tickle my spine. He realizes my sudden reaction and turns the air conditioner off, muttering a small, "sorry," before I reach over and turn the radio dial up.

A song we both know plays and we begin to sing along. "Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl that says that I am the one, but the kid is not my son!" He reaches over and turns it up louder, our voices colliding and filling the small space of the cramped car. I roll down the window and stick my feet out of it. We pull up to a red stop light and some chick wearing way too much eyeliner and lipstick gives me a dirty look. I flip her the bird and go back to jamming out.

The song comes to an end and the radio station person comes on to talk about random news about the Kardashians and Justin Bieber. Dad turns it down a bit and begins to speak, "Well, flipping her off wasn't very nice,"

I laugh at him. "Pfft, that bitch was giving my Vans dirty looks. She deserved it." Sure, it wasn't very nice but she didn't have to be so judgmental.

The voice coming from the radio changed into male one and he suddenly catches my attention.

"Guess who's coming to town? You bet! As It Is will be performing here, in Portland, this weekend. It's you're chance to win tickets now. In just a few minutes, we'll play one of their songs; call in and if you're number six, you've got three front row tickets, not to mention backstage passes to meet them at their concert! Good luck to all you As It Is fans!"

My father turns the radio off as I frantically look up the number for the radio station on my phone. Carson loves As It Is and would love me even more if I were to win those tickets for her. I finally find the number on Google and save it into my contacts.

I turn the station back on just as a familiar tune begins to play. I identify it immediately- Dial Tones by As It Is. This is the song! I scream silently to myself.

Fumbling with my phone, I call the radio station. It rings so I know I have a chance.

"Hello," A deep voice says on the other line.

"Hi!" I squeak into the speaker. I sound way too ecstatic but whatever.

"I know what you're calling for and you got it. You are number six and you've got three front row tickets to see As It Is's concert. Meet us outside the stadium to collect your tickets."

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Okay so like.

GUISE I AM SO SORRY FOR NEVER UPDATING AND BEING A POOPY PANTS D:<
but i am here c: okie. so. for one. I'm alive. okay? okay. there will be more of this book and Hurt vvvvvvvv soon. just. DONT WORRY OKIE BABES. This is really like. short, I know. And I feel bad. But I felt really guilty that I wasn't posting anything so PLEEEAAASSEE just live off of this for just a little while longer, I'm trying my best. >:T

AGAIN.
I am vvv sorry for not updating and for updating a really crappy chapter. I PROMMMIISSEE I will make it up to you guise. c:

Okokok. that's all.
I love you all so much.
-Loo

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