15 minutes later—like Austin had confirmed—I heard a loud horn outside at my driveway. I quickly grabbed my purse and rushed outside. There stood him, leaned on his car with arms folded. He was wearing and red t-shirt from Gap, khaki pants, ray ban sunglasses, and his dark blonde hair was messy with the typical I-don't-care look, but that he can rock out perfectly.
He grinned when his gaze fell on me. "Hey there, someone is looking great"
I laughed. "Really? I believe those dark sunglasses don't allow you to see very well"
"Oh come on, I was being nice, that loose gray shirt and sports pants look damn good"
"Thanks" I replied sarcastically. He opened the door for me so I could get in. I buckled in while he was entering the driver's seat. When we got out of my driveway, he turned on the radio. The sweet melody of the song: Sad Song by We the King started feeling the car.
"So" I started, fidgeting with my fingers. He acts the kiss never happened, and I hate it that I can't stop thinking about it. I mean, I don't even know why I let it happen in the first place. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"It's a surprise" he grinned widely. I let go a frustrated sigh.
"Ugh! Nobody ever wants to tell me where we're going, everything needs to ve 'be a surprise', I'm starting to get pretty annoyed by that" I pouted while crossing my arms across my chest. He laughed and glanced at me briefly before turning back to the road.
"You can't be patient for a few minutes?"
"Nope" I replied, popping the p.
"Well, you'll have to in order to find out. . ."
I rested my forehead against the window, the sky was so blue; it was indeed such a beautiful day here in L.A. The trees were passing by, and the radio was playing such soothing sound, I almost fell asleep. It seemed like forever when Austin finally killed the engine.
I stared at him, he wasn't moving, he just smiled at me. "Now you're going to tell me where are we?"
"Sure, let's go" he said and got out of the car. I did the same and followed him. I was soon met by beautiful flowers and a crystal clear blue water. I gasped, admiring how amazing this sight looks.
"I love coming here in my free time. . .I can be myself and do whatever the hell I want. I've noticed you've been so stressed with this baby thing. I know that you might be feeling like you can't escape the laughter from our classmates, the tiredness, complication with your family"
"How do you know I have complications?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
"You're 17 and pregnant, I don't think they're dancing around with flower crowns in their heads, singing songs and hugging everyone. . ." he said which made me laugh.
"You're right, I've been fighting with them so much lately, specially with my big brother"
"That's why I brought you here. . .I won't you to relax and forget about them for a little while. Think of nice things and happy endings. Take a deep breath, and try your best to smile"
I did as told. I felt slightly better, but that stinging pain of constant drama was still lingering around in my head. Although this was such a nice gesture of him.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was staring at me. The sun was setting down, leaving a very particular color in the sky. "Thanks for doing this, but. . .Why?"
"Why what?" he asked, confused.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, we hardly even know each other. And you know I'm pregnant. Don't you think I'm a slut?"
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FanfictionWhen you're a teenager, you don't know better. You live life carefree and with no need to focus on the responsibilities or consequences. Until reality hits you. . .That's what happens to Vine sensation Nash Grier after a one-night stand with a girl...