Midsummer Dreams (Christian Beadles Love Story)

Chapter 8

Christian drove out of the school gates and before we knew it, on the freeway.

Nora: Uh. So where are we going?

Before Christian answered, he looked at his iPhone. He checked a new message from someone and replied quickly whilst waiting at a red light. I tried to look over Christian’s shoulder but he slid the phone away before I could.

Christian: I.. Uh, have a friend. We are good friends. And he wants me to meet someone and I thought since you were with me, you could come.

Nora: Oh. Do I know him?

Christian: You might. I mean, he’s famous.

I sat there thinking. Who would I know that Christian would know? I looked at Christian and narrowed my eyes. Hmm... Who is it?

We drove in silence for about 5 minutes. I looked at Christian in his black jeans and purple t-shirt. He was playing with a black cross that hung around his neck. He also wore purple high-top shoes.

Nora: You changed this morning?

Christian: What?

Nora: This morning. You were wearing something different. Now you’re wearing that.

Christian: Oh. You will understand when we meet the guy.

Nora: *sighs* Uh.. Okay. How much further?

Christian: Uh.. Just up here.

He pointed up ahead to a giant house. It was huge. Even though I could only see the top due to the extremely large gates, I knew this guy was loaded.

Christian pulled into a driveway when he was greeted by a man in a machine.

Man: Hello. How may I help you.

Christian: Yo Marco? It’s me, Christian.

Christian was leaning out of the car.

Marco: Sup Christian? Opening the gates for you right now man!

Christian: Thanks bro.

Christian drove down a long driveway. It curved around bends so I couldn’t properly see the house because of hedges and palm trees. We drove around a bend. Right infront of me, was a large, white mansion.

Nora: *gasp*

Christian: *laughs* This isn’t his real home. His real one is S.I.C.K.

Nora: I.. I.. Who are we s-s-seeing?

Christian: *laughs* wait. You will see him soon.

Christian parked his car alongside a Range Rover, Mercedes, a red convertible and a black van.

We both got out of the car at the same time. I pulled my iPhone out and played with my hair.

Nora: Do I look okay?

Christian: You look great! Uh… I mean, why?

Nora: Well, you are taking me to meet the President, aren’t you? I have to look okay!

Christian: Hahah. It’s fine. Stop playing with your hair. You look fine!

Christian grabbed my wrist and led me to the front door.

He pressed the door bell and stepped back, letting go of my arm.

Christian: oh, and one more thing. Please don’t scream!?

Nora: Why would I scream?

Christian: Oh you wait..

The door flung open. A man with baggy jeans, no shoes and a brown shirt that read, “Who’s your daddy?” stood in front of us. He looked around about 33.