Chapter fourteen:
We went back ot the inn after the fireworks were over, and the sweet lady that owns it had more food awaiting our return. After we ate dinner, we decided to go by the mechanics to see how the mustang was going.
"Well here's the good news," The man said. He was maybe on his mid thirties, and was very... smelly. "You're getting a truck for free. Your friend here has convinced my mother you are in desperate need of one. Bad news is, you have to trade your mustang for it. Cause my friend, it's totaled. There are three main belts are completly severed and...." blah blah blah blah.
The only thing that registered to me was the shock on Cam's face. I don't blame him for not wanting to give up his mustang. The guy said it'd cost thousands of dollars we don't have, plus lots and lots of time. I put my hand on Cam's shoulder and told him how sorry I was, but he didn't really say much we hauled all of our belongings from the mustang to this sturdy looking ford truck. The guy told us how good of a deal that was and how glad we should be, but I honestly liked the mustang better. I'm more of the ninety on the freeway kind of girl. Speed Demon kind of thing. I love, love the adrenaline it just pumps into you.
Trust me when i say this truck wasn't built for speed, it was built to withstand a friggin bull stampede without a single dent.
We left town. Even though we'd hardly been there, I'd grown to love it. I loved sleepy little towns. They were all so... sleepy. I convince Cam to let me keep Honey, as long as I made sure he didn't pee in the truck, and I had to come up with the money for food, which wasn't the hardest job in the world.
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"I've got the mooooooooooves like jagger!" Cam sung at the top of his lungs.
"Now you wanna know, how to make me smile," I came in after Cam at Christina Aguilera's part.
"I think you got the lyrics wrong," Cam said over the music, but I ignored him and continued to sing my favorite part of Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" and enjoyed the wind in my hair through the open window. My favorite part about all this was how good Cam could sing, and when we were in the car together and the radio was involved, he always sang. And, in the mustang, the radio or the C.D. player hardly worked. Now, in this new truck that i was starting to enjoy more and more, had a brand new stereo, with amazing bass and everything. What could get better than that?
Cam was still pissed over the Mustang though. Obviously. I mean, it's probably one of the coolest cars i've ever seen... But hey, the trucks cool too. We could have stayed 'til all the parts came in, but Cam new It'd be best if we kept going and took the truck.
Anyways, this was one of those moments when I realized that Cam was my best friend. Not nessicarily realized, but was reminded of the fact. He let me listen to whatever kind of music I wanted, and didn't even complain. Even if he listens to heavy metal and stuff all the time, he still listened to Miley Cyrus with me.
It was sweet.
So, anyways, we were back on track and about three hours away from Chicago.
"So," I started, reaching across the console and turning down the radio. "What's up with that guy?"
