"Why in the world are we at scandia?"
"Because were going to have fun tonight and nobody can stop us!" Kasha explains with excitement.
"Unless I stop us." Theirs a pause before Kasha speaks up, "Please don't ruin this."
"Okay, fine. But you owe me," I walk into the small building with kasha.
A/N: Just in case you don't know what scandia is, its a mini golfing place, that also has an arcade, go carting and batting cages. I went their for my birthday and had a fantastic time. Its located in Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada if you wanted to look it up. While I'm at it, This is based on my life. Some of the events, if not most, have happened in my life. (Not including The fictional One Direction parts.)
After playing a game of golf, and may I add winning, I am exhausted. I want to go back home and sit in bed on twitter all day, but Kasha won't let me.
"I really want to go home," I whine while devouring a piece of pizza.
"Well, you can go home after we Go cart," a cheeky smile forms upon her face.
"no. no. no."
"Yes, now let's go." She pulls me towards the line, which was empty.
"I'm not doing this, and you can't make me," I force back.
"Pleaseee," she pouted.
"No way in hell am I go carting," I cross my arms.
"Fine, I'll just make you ride in the backseat on the way to Vancouver," She laughs. I hate sitting in the back seat, and she knows that.
"Fine," I glare at her, "But I'm going to kick your ass!" She laughs.
"Not even, I will kick your ass to japan and back."
"bet you 20 bucks on it" I hold out my hand so we can shake on it.
We wait in line until the worker comes to get us. He tells me to get into go cart number 13, my lucky number. Kasha is told to get into the one beside me, after she explains to the worker that we are racing. Another worker approached me with a blue helmet, that covers my ears, and helps me put my seat belt on. Now thinking about it, he is cute, and about my age. Maybe I should give him my number..? No, he'll probably just throw it out. I'm such a fool.
"Welcome to go carting," The speakers say. "You must remain in your seat until further a due, and keep all objects inside of the cart. Be safe and enjoy your ride." The speakers go off and our carts are started.
"Do not go until you are instructed, I will be turning on your carts." The boy who gave me a helmet says while turning on my go cart. The cart makes a loud noise that makes me jump, and the calms down a few seconds later. The smell that comes out of the carts is horrible.
"3...2...1... GO!" one of the guys their says, and I put my foot on the gas and adredilen rushes threw me as I turn left and go threw a tunnel. The tunnel turns uphill and when I get out I'm on top of the track, sun shinning bright in my eyes. I quickly check behind me; no kasha. What happened? I am now egger to finish the rest of the track. after about 3 turns and another tunnel I spot kasha right in front of me just going up the tunnel. I catch up to her s I'm right beside her.
"Slow poke!" I tease.
"Haha, I got stuck..." She pauses, "I was pushing the gas and break so the car wouldn't move." She laughs.
As I drive away, much faster than her I yell, "Typical blonde!"
"I'm not blonde anymore!" I sightly hear while my drive away, kasha right behind me.
*****
"I won so you owe me 20 bucks," I call out behind me while I pull into the go cart parking zone.
"You cheated! I call rematch!" Kasha calls out.
"No rematches I won fair and square,"
"Fine." She surrenders. After we go back inside and play some arcade games we leave. Its about 6pm now, but I shouldn't worried because my no doesn't get off work till 10pm, and my brother, Kyle, is probably at his girlfriends house fucking her. Why must I be related to him?
"Do you want to go straight home?" Kasha's words knock me out of my thoughts.
"Umm, yea. You wanna hang out for a bit?" I ask, while looking out the car window.
"I guess I could hang for a while but I have to be one my 9, strict orders from my mom." She smiles. I don't even want to know what got her this curfew, but from the look on her face it was something she had fun doing. Maybe I'll ask..
"And what got you this curfew? I look over at kasha, eyes on road, and raise my eyebrows.
"Just being out to late, smoking some pot.." She pauses, "But I'm all done with that." I look at her with an worried expression.
"Calm down its only pot, you've done it to remember? and plus, like I said, I'm done with it." She smiles. She's right. I used to smoke pot, but for all the wrong reasons. Well, their are not right reasons but, I only smoked it to feel happy for a moment in life. To not have to worried about how I look, or what I'm doing, or even how I act. And the biggest reason was to let the pain loose. To set the pain away from my life for just a couple of puffs.
A/N: If you have any questions please DM me... I won't be updating for a max a week because Thanksgiving long weekend is this weekend and I'm spending it with family so... Ill write a little at night and try to update on the 14th or something.
QOTC (Question Of The Chapter): Where do you all live? I live in Canada (:
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