𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ,, walker scobell

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . thank yew, next (next)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈
❝jeez—way to make this depressing.❞
★

If Gracie Abrams ever drops an exclusive vinyl that can only be bought at Target while your mom is at work and you have thirty minutes before a 5 '7 blonde blue-eyed girl buys the last vinyl, you'll be wishing you could drive.

Elena's first ever heartbreak was when a target employee told her Evermore on vinyl was sold out and that she'd have to wait until they restocked. She was only ten years old and on the verge of tears, not understanding why her mom couldn't ditch work to take her to target the second the vinyls were stocked.

Ever since that day, Elena promised herself that she'd learn how to drive the day she turned fifteen. And while the idea of driving seemed easy at the time, driving in real life was extremely different from driving in Mario kart.

Even after fifteen years of eating in the car with her mother and pretending to drive while they were parked, she felt nervous being in the driver's seat while the car was actually moving.

Gripping onto her seat belt so tight that her knuckles were beginning to look as white as paper, Vivian looked like she was going to puke.

"Turn," she gritted through her teeth. Panicked by the car still driving straight forward, Vivian raised her voice. "Turn!"

Elena turned the wheel to the right while pulling into the parking lot of a filming set for a show she wasn't told the name of yet. "I'm turning, mom," she said passive aggressively below her breath. Vivian took deep panicked breaths, shutting her eyes tight and praying that they wouldn't get into a car crash.

"Steady, pull into the next opening you see," she ordered.

The set looked high budget, there were several trailers parked as well as snack stands and coolers. Elena was sure that if she crashed into anything it wouldn't be a cheap fix. Not even the song 'Thank you, next' playing softly on the radio could calm her nerves.

To make matters worse, her eyes widened when she noticed a boy standing only a few inches away from in front of the car. She wasn't sure how she didn't notice him beforehand and she had no interest in waiting to find out.

"Brakes!" Vivian yelped.

"What!" Elena exclaimed, unsure where to go, moving the wheel from left to right out of panic.

"I said brakes!" Vivian shouted. They were officially seconds away from running over the boy. Thankfully, Vivian took control and reached over, gripping onto the wheel and spinning it so that they'd turn left.

They almost crashed into a wall but there was no doubt that a touch up on paint would be cheaper than bailing somebody out of jail. It wasn't until the boy turned around that Elena considered putting the car back in drive and running him over.

Only she would almost run over somebody she ghosted.

"Is that—Walker," Vivian asked, narrowing her eyes.

"How do you know who Walker is?" Elena frowned, gazing over at her mother before rolling up the tinted windows.

She shrugged, "What? Do you think I can't hear you and Diana on the phone?"

"Thanks for the privacy," the brunette mumbled before reaching to put the car back in drive. Vivian scowled, immediately smacked the girl's hand away.

"Are you insane? Go apologize to the poor boy now!"

"Apologize? You're joking! He's the one who was standing in the middle of the road," she argued. Elena would've gladly apologized if the boy she almost ran over wasn't a well-known actor who probably thought she was insane. Besides, if she hadn't hit him, was there really a problem?