Promise the stars

Reservation for Mr. Gold?

S.O.T.D THE BIG BANG BY ROCK MAFIA

CHANDLER off to the side>-

"And we're in!" Chandler hollered as the big sign read:

You are now entering California.

"I feel super famous, for some reason" Ethan grinned looking to me.

"Someone doesn't get out often" I snapped looking out at the palm trees through the car window.

"Someone's PMS'ing" Ethan mumbled sitting back into his seat.

"You can't bring that type of stuff in the presence of a female, Ethan" Chandler scolded from the front.

"So I should bring it up in front of guys?" Ethan rolled his eyes, "Shut up dude"

"All I'm saying is that you can't total every angry word to PMS" Chandler sighed speeding down the highway.

I studiously kept my gaze on the road, despite the bickering around me.

"Coming from the guy whose last relationship was with someone who would rather read than speak to him!"

"You shut your mouth!" Chandler shrieked, "Becky Ferguson was amazing"

"How would you even know? You only dated for two weeks!" Ethan rolled his eyes and Chandler's face turned pink. 

I looked down at my watch and saw that it was six am. How wasn't I even tired?

"Can you guys shut up?" Andrew and I yelled simultaneously as Ethan began yelling about Chandler's love of stupid bandanas.

"I guess two people are PMS'ing" Chandler muttered and Ethan hooted with laughter.

"It's not PMS if you guys are just stupid amounts of annoying" Andrew grumbled at his friends, "When are we getting to the hotel?"

"About ten more minutes, bro" Chandler replied.

"Hotel?" I squeaked from the backseat.

"What, did you think we were going to sleep in the car?" Andrew said turning to look at me.

"Sort of" I shrugged as he shook his head at me.

"Don't worry, princess" Andrew winked sarcastically, "You get to shower"

I wrinkled my nose at him and cautiously smelt my self.

"Yes, you really do smell as bad as you look" Andrew laughed turning to look at the road.

"Dude!" Ethan yelled dissolving into a fit of laughter.

I focused my steely gaze on him and he sobered instantly.

"That's not nice" He said to Andrew who was still cracking up at his joke.

"This" He said turning around and pointing to his face, "Is me not caring"

"You're a loser" I said under my breath as his eyes, which now looked blue, turned to me.

"And you're a wannabe" He said with venom.

"A wannabe?" I laughed, "Says the guy who only has two people who would waste their breath on him"

"I'd rather only two true friends than a million fake friends" He shrugged, his eyes unblinking.

"I don't have fake friends" I said through slitted eyes.

"You're right" He nodded turning back into his seat. I marvelled in his defeat and grinned to myself.