"Okay bye guys!" You yell as you take your hair out of the bun it was in and take off the ugly green apron that starbucks makes you wear.
No, you're not basic, your moms boyfriend owns the damn store and she makes you work here.
You wave to the cute boys that work there with you and walk out the door. "Hey y/n!" Y/bff/n yells as she links arms with you.
You smile and walk with her to your broken down volvo.
You and your best friend get into the car and turn the radio up in your way to the mall.
Every Friday you get paid, you and y/bff/n go to the mall and shop.
"Where you wanna go?" Y/bff/n asks you smiling as you guys pull into the parking lot.
You think for a little bit "uhm the vans store"
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You and your best friend walk out of the mall carrying 3 differnt sized bags.
"You sure you don't need a ride?" You ask her as she walks to the bus stop.
"No! My daddy's picking me up from here anyways." She says smirking.
She means daddy as in some college kid who is 20, it's not that bad she's 17 so I don't worry usually, I need a damn boyfriend.
"Kinky little shit, I love you!" You say yelling and laughing.
"Loner bitch! I love you too!" She says tallinn back.
You walk past a group of screaming girls, sone of them jumping up and down, some crying, some just obnoxiously screaming.
You shake your head and continue walking to the car.
You walk to the driver side and jump.
"What the fuck who are you?" You ask.
The strange boy puts his hand on your mouth to silence you.
You scoff and yank the hand off of your mouth "don't put your nasty hand on my mouth I don't know you!"
He sighs, "sorry, I just n-need help and uhm." He mumbles and looks over my car and looks at the group of girls. One of them scream.
"Who are you even?" I ask.
"I'm Ricky Dillon."
"Fuck! Please can I get a ride some where?" He asks desperately.
"I don't know you?" You say confused.
The girls screams get louder, some run over here.
"Please." He says.
"Fine get in." You get in the driver seat and he quickly gets into the passenger seat.
"So where do you needa go?" I ask slowly bobbing my head to the music palaying.
"L.A" he mumbles. I choke on my spit.
"Thats like 3 hours from here!" You say whining.
"Please uhm?" He asks.
"Y/n" you say.
He nods and smiles at you.
He has a very gorgeous, genuine smile.
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You and Ricky spend 3 hours in the car, learning a lot about eachother.
Turns out he's a youtuber and a singer.
You and Ricky get go L.A. and you're kind of sad.
"I really likes talking to you." He blushes.
You take his phone and add your number. "Text me some time" you say smiling as he gets out.
"Of course" he smiles in return.
You turn around and take the 3 hour long drive back listening to his music.
