[Hayes' Point Of View:]
"Babe," I reached out to Kirsten's hand. Our hands each other and our fingers just automatically laced into place perfectly. It was definetly not a new thing being in contact with her, but every single time it happens, it feels I'm back to square 1 again. "Why don't we spent 1 a.m. together, just like, you know. The two of us?" I continued.
"Yeah. That sounds great. At least we won't have the three little kids around to annoy us lol."
"Hahaha. Those three, Ca-"
"Don't say the rest, they might hear us, make this out inside joke instead huh? Haha."
"Okay, babe. So about 1 a.m."
"I think I got it."
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At around 12.30 a.m, we 'shooed' the guys and Alia out, cleaned up the place and Cameron, Nash and Tez went up to our guest rooms to finally go to sleep.
Once Kris had gotten in, Kirsten rushed to her bedroom packing hoodies into her bag and threw my phone and wallet in. She pocketed her phone, took her car keys, swiped her wallet off the side table and dashed down the stairs.
I took a peek out of Kirsten's window and saw no one guarding the house's patio.
Mr Smith maybe having his day off. I hurried down the steps and rushed through the door.
Immediately, I saw a dark gray convertible reversing its way into the road outside the garage.
The surface of the car reflected the moon's light and the light of the stars dotted the exterior of the car.
"This is yours?" I asked, still looking at her car with my mouth agape.
She got out of her car and walked up to me. Her finger neared my chin and guided my chin where it was supposed to be. Not hanging, but my mouth had to be closed.
"Yes it is, come on, it's not like you don't own a Lambo." She teased, then lightly laughed her way back to the driver's seat of the car.
"I don't get to drive it?" I asked, trying to plead. I lashed out my signature puppy eyes and slightly pouted my lips.
"Mister. Like you always say, we don't have all night, get in the passenger's seat. I'm driving tonight."
I hesitantly got into passenger seat and buckled my seatbeat and pulled the car door towards me, doing it as swiftly as I could.
Kirsten turned her neck 45 degrees and reversed her way into the road. She turned back, facing the steering wheel once again and started to drive out of the housing division.
I reached out to the volume knob of the radio and immediately it was Jack and Johnson singing on the radio.
[🎤California by Jack and Jack]
The questions about place we were going to just slipped out of my mind, completely inconspicuous.
I was just too caught up singing along to the radio with Kirsten and pumping our fists in the air like regular teenagers.
I just really could not decipher where we were heading to but the road felt familiar.
I knew it.
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1 a.m Habit
Teen Fiction"It's 1 am, where are we going?" "We have all night, every night, don't stress." In their 6 years of friendship, whether its summer or not, ideas of what to exactly do late at night doesn't really come that naturally. Their minds are usually blank...
