Ezra calls a number he found on a small information slip from a gas station.
My eyes are betraying me and I feel them drooping, music blares from the CD, and one that I remember putting on specifically for Ezra plays, I sit up jerkily and Ezra starts.
"No." He pleads, I laugh maliciously, and crank the nob to the right.
"All week long its a farmin' town, They're making that money grow."
I shout excitedly and grin, Ezra shakes his head repeatedly as if it will make the torture I'm gifting to his ears go away.
Okay, I'll admit; I don't like a lot of country, but there are a few songs that are rare exceptions.
Such as, kick the dust up.
I don't listen to it a lot, but you always have to have broad horizons.
Especially when it comes to music.
When the chorus comes on, Ezra surprises me, with lightening his cringe. and actually singing! I sit there gaping at him as he sings the words to a Luke Bryan song.
His voice isn't too good, but neither is mine, it's better then I expected.
When he's finished his solo, he turns and grins at me, "Okay, thats not as bad as I was expecting." He admits.
"Obviously, since you already knew the song." I accuse him, he grins.
"We all have our secrets." I laugh and shake my head.
"You're ridiculous." I state, and he nods, denying nothing. I laugh at his openness.
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My phone started ringing. and I blushed furiously, throughout this whole trip no-one has called me, so Ezra hasn't witnessed my ringtone yet.
He bursts out laughing at the song.
It might or might not be Escape by Rupert Holmes.
I check the caller idea, trying my hardest to turn the ringtone off as fast as I can, its my mom...
When is the last time we've talked really?
"Hello...?" I ask suspiciously, and I greeted by a happy squeal.
Was she drunk?
Oh she was definitely drunk
"Hi honey." she says enthusiastically, and I mentally take a step back.
"Mom?" I ask, and I hear a scoff from the other line. By my words Ezra whips his head to look at me disbelievingly.
"Who else would be named mom on your phone?" She asks, I can she she's offended.
"How are you?" I ask, I guess she doesn't really sound too drunk.
"I'm good, and you?" She asks happily, I can tell she grinned.
Which is completely out of character.
"I'm good, we've been having a lot of fun." I don't really know what to say, do I tell her what we've been doing?
"Yeah mom, we almost put ourselves in ice-cream comas several times, oh and I keep on thinking of kissing Ezra."
Yeah I'm sure she'd like to hear all of that. I shake my head and tell her about the ice-cream comas.
She seems taken aback.
"Oh, um thats nice?" She says uncertainly, "Are you being too much of a pain to Ezra's driving?" She asks and I gape, but quickly close my mouth.
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Ice Cream In Malibu
Teen FictionPack your bags, lets go. - Alessandra lives in a lonely world. Her mother is an alcoholic, her best friend/Sister died in a car crash 3 years ago, and her father just up and left. The only person she has in her life is Ezra, her only friend. Her six...