March One Shots (girlxgirl)

"Can't."

"Can't."

BrandixWendy

MarchxSailor

I don't know how we all got permission to do this, but there's a mass exodus down to the southern states namely from our one tiny area. Sailor, Remi, Dawn, Brandi, and I are driving down to see a girl who moved from their town but are still very close to. Her name is Wendy and she's close to Brandi, Dawn, and Sailor since preschool and Remi remembers Wendy back when Remi lived in their town when she was in elementary school.

I'm driving the awesome, fantastic, stupendous, outrageous, ridiculously fast, freaking amazing, totally insane Silver Bullet! Silver Bullet's my baby, my parents bought her at the dealership just up the road from Virgo's house. She's a girl, of course, and unlike what a CERTAIN LOUDMOUTH SAID, she will NOT have gender identity issues based on her name! Stop calling her Sheila! Jam is amazing, but she's stubborn, as I can get. It's Silver Bullet!

Silver Bullet got her name because I asked Virgo to name her for me. Yes, I managed to decide on the gender before I decided on the name. Don't ask. Virgo complained that she hadn't seen the car yet, so she couldn't name it. I took Virgo out to see the-now-Silver Bullet. Virgo still couldn't name her. As when I drive to pick up Virgo for some event or another, plus Venus had their shared car, and I park outside her home, Virgo comes running out to me, shouting excitedly, "It's Silver Bullet! It's Silver Bullet!"

I let her in the car and she explains that she told her mom that she was having trouble picking out a car name, while as her mom saw me drive up, she was the one who came up with "Silver Bullet." Virgo told me that "her mom came up with a name in three seconds while she couldn't come up with one in three days!" I laughed at this and pulled out into the street.

Silver Bullet is used. Like I said, she came from a car dealership down Virgo's street. She has a built-in GPS, but in its address book, it contains all the addresses set by EVERY PREVIOUS USER. There's only been three users before me, but these weird addresses in like, all over Oklahoma where the car was first sold bother me. I'll just delete them as soon as possible.

I drove down separately. Remi rode down with Sailor and Brandi rode with Dawn. All of them seem excited but Brandi's excitement seems a little...different than the others. I don't know how to describe it.

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We're all pulling up to Wendy's house. We look like we're enforcers from the Mob, all coming over to put the pressure on a client, except instead of scary black cars, we have a green-silver SUV named Silver Bullet, a gray-white car of Sailor's named George, and Dawn's red truck. Aren't we the weirdest little gang?

Wendy opens the door and before I get a chance to study her, all these little kids come rushing out and hug Silver Bullet. Um, what? I have to scoot over to the passenger seat, get out from there, and come around back to the driver's side to pull the little ankle-biters off.

"Okay! Why are people hugging my Silver Bullet?" I demanded as the others come over.

A little girl with curly locks looks up innocently at me and told me, "This is Sheila! Daddy took her away a long time ago, but she's back now! YAY!"

"Sheila? You've got to be sh-tting me." I muttered as low as possible.

Sailor gave me a look. "What was that, March?"

"Oh, nothing." I shrugged with my shoulders going high up and down.

I guess Jam was oddly prophetic. Evil girl. She's an amazing friend, but she moves a lot like Remi does. I met Jam freshman year. It took, oh, about a week before she explained she was bi at my lunch table to the guys who'd discussed beforehand about asking her. I don't know how they could tell, because I sure couldn't. She doesn't dress butch, I would argue she's pretty femme. I've always had crap gaydar anyways.