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The next morning, Zoe was dragging herself out of bed, her hair a mess, and her suitcase half-packed when she heard the obnoxiously loud honking of a car horn outside. She groaned, rubbing her temples. Of course, they're early.
Grabbing the last of her things, she zipped up her suitcase and trudged to the window, peeking out. Sure enough, Charlie was standing outside, leaning casually against the car, sunglasses on, looking like he was about to drag her into some unhinged adventure. Shira was in the passenger seat, waving her arms to get Zoe's attention, while Matt leaned out the back window shouting, "Get your ass down here, superstar!"
Zoe rolled her eyes, laughing softly despite herself. This was happening.
life reader
i'm coming, but if you honk that horn one more time, I swear...
streets man
or what?
streets man
you'll sing at us?
nonsigma dinosaur
oooh, diss track incoming!
chinchilla
JUST GET DOWN HERE!
Zoe grabbed her bag, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs. When she opened the door, they all erupted in cheers like she'd just scored a Grammy.
"Finally!" Charlie exclaimed. "Thought we'd have to come drag you out ourselves."
Zoe smirked, shoving her suitcase into the trunk. "You're all lucky I actually like you. Otherwise, I'd have pretended to still be asleep."
Shira grinned, pulling her into a quick hug. "Trust us. By the time we're done with this trip, you're going to feel like a whole new person."
"Yeah, or she'll hate us forever," Matt added with a laugh.
Zoe climbed into the car, glancing at the chaotic group around her. She wasn't sure where they were going, what they'd planned, or how this was supposed to help. But for the first time in weeks, she felt a tiny spark of hope.
"Alright," she said, settling into her seat. "Let's get this over with."
"Over with?" Charlie grinned, revving the engine. "Oh, Zoe. We're just getting started."
As Charlie hit the gas and the car sped down the street, Shira leaned over from the passenger seat, twisting around to face Zoe with a wide grin. "Okay, we have one rule for this trip: no moping. Got it?"
Zoe raised an eyebrow, slouching in her seat. "I'm not moping."
Matt snorted from the backseat beside her. "You're the definition of moping. Ice cream for breakfast, Gossip Girl marathons, sad songs. Classic mope."
"It's called coping," Zoe shot back, crossing her arms.
Charlie glanced at her in the rearview mirror, smirking. "Well, you're coping with us now. And that means hype central. Shira, hit it!"
Shira spun back around and connected her phone to the car's Bluetooth. Moments later, one of Zoe's most upbeat songs blasted through the speakers.
Zoe groaned. "Oh, come on. Really?"
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The Finish Line Kiss - Lando Norris
Fanfiction"Is this really how you want to act?" "At this point I don't even know how to act anymore" A story where the friendship between a superstar and a formula 1 driver can easily break by the most stupid reasons. An up and down situation from getting che...
