Reconcile

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(Gif Above: David Mitchell) [Brenton Thwaites]

I swallowed in anticipation, my heart palpitating erratically about my chest. I'm letting Heather drag me away to our impending doom. Because, due to my incredible lack of driving skills, we're either going to get ourselves killed, or pulled over. I'm beginning to believe that Heather herself would be better off at driving.

Once we came to an old blue mini van, I cocked an eyebrow at Heather's odd vehicle choice. The brunette girl emitting a loud groan of frustration as I did so.

"Don't ask. It's my mother's car. I unfortunately ran mine into my neighbors mailbox." She laughed dryly, beginning to stroll over towards the passenger side of the car, "Hopefully you'll be a better driver than me!"

I chuckled all too nervously, rubbing my forearm, "maybe."

And with that, I mocked her actions. Clambering into the front seat where a large steering wheel clouded my vision. Numerous odd looking extensions of the vehicle making me tremble with fear. The keys resting in my palm shook cautiously as I struggled to force them into the ignition. In which I eventually accomplished.

"Okay," I murmured, gripping the steering wheel tightly, "here we go."

Alright. I told you I wasn't good at driving, nor did I know the basic rules or concept. So, when I accidentally shifted the vehicle into reverse, and viciously slammed my adidas onto the gas petal. It was only right for Heather and I's screams to fulfil the van.

"It's in reverse!" Screamed Heather, hastily grasping onto the edges of her passenger seat.

But, before I could slam on the breaks, a loud crash echoed about our ears, as well as the van abruptly coming to a halt. My mouth limply hanging agape, all while Heather and I simultaneously turned to glance at one another. Fear rapidly swimming about our iris'.

Without a word, I ferociously leaped out of the car. Praying to God that I hadn't killed anyone, nor crushed the backside of the brunette's mother's van.

As I hastily turned the corner, I inwardly groaned at the immense damage I had done. For, a beautiful black Mercedes was sandwiched in between not only the car I was previously in, but as well as a light grey Honda in which was also crushed by a large tree.

In conclusion, two once gorgeous cars were greatly damaged. No–not just damaged—but destroyed. It looked as if a pickup truck had slammed into them at full speed. How had Heather's petite mini van cause all this destruction? But, on the bright side, Mrs. Worthington's vehicle only suffered a mild scratch on the bumper.

(lol just go with it.)

And, to make matters even worse, there stood Amber and David. Placed side by side. Staring in awe at the damage of the blondes car.

Amber, whom looked as if she were about to explode, shook with fury. Pursing her lips all while her hands squeezed tightly into fists.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She screamed, stomping her foot against the ground with fury, "I can't believe you! Now how am I suppose to get home?—"

"Look, I promise I'll pay for every last bit of this damage." I protested. Although, I was well aware of the fact that I had no where near enough money to pay for two seemingly expensive vehicles. For, even if I could drive, I would be strolling along in my mother's deep black mini van as well. There's no way I could pay for a brand new vehicle.