Taylor's POV
"I told you all you needed was a trim," Arianna says, as we exit the salon.
"Whatever," I grumble, getting out my car keys.
"Are you grumpy? Is it the unicorn thing?" She says in a baby tone.
"Shut up, get in the car," I say, fighting a grin.
"Okay. Only because you will bite me." She replies fluffing up my hair messily. You
I glare at her retreating hand before getting into my car. She was a beauty, a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro. I listen to it rumble loudly; the sound brings back the nostalgia of working on it with Dad. We had been working on it for most of my high school career. I back out of the parking spot rather recklessly, taking off with a screech.
"I still wonder how you ever got your driver's license; I am positive that it was not your skill." I laugh at this remark.
"Obviously, my charm and good looks."
"Of course," Arianna says jokingly, getting out her phone.
"Do you wanna stop for some food?" I ask hoping her answer would be yes.
"Sure, make sure they have brownies though." She says not looking up from the phone.
"Don't tell me you're texting him." I scoff, glancing at her.
"What? He isn't what you think he is." Still not convinced I question further.
"Oh, really. When I met the guy he used a pickup line on me. He is a total dick wad," I say my frustrations getting the best of me.
"He is good to me, and the whole pick up line incident was a joke," She says flipping on the radio.
"Jokes are funny," I say grimacing at her music choice. "teenie bopper music strikes again." She bobs her head along to the electronic beat.
"I can't handle this, I am sorry but I get to pick the music. Comes with the keys." I flip the radio over to a classic rock station AC/DC was playing. "Listen, it's your favorite," I say nodding along to the song. "She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean..." Arianna sings along, belting out the lyrics with of course the best backup singer ever.
Me.
A song or two later the diner came into view. In the parking lot sat a black, '67 model, four door, Chevy Impala. Leaving Arianna in the car, I make a beeline for the beauty.
"This is slick," I whisper under my breath.
"C'mon Taylor, I want that brownie you promised!" Arianna yelled from the entrance of the diner.
"Yeah, Yeah. Don't get your panties in a twist!" I call back jogging to where she stood.
Upon entering the diner it was obvious this wasn't the most popular spot to dine. Elderly couples and a handful of middle age people sat at the tables and booths alike. Arianna picked the seat, a booth towards the back of the building.
"Welcome to Ella's diner. I will be your server today, my name is Vicky. How about we start off with drinks?" I nod picking up a menu, scanning their soda products.
"Water." Arianna replies scanning the menu still.
"Dr. Pepper." The waitress scribbled it down on a notepad and leaves us be.
"Do they have brownies?" I asks watching Arianna focus heavily on the menu.
"Fortunately, yes. If they are good, I don't know. Keep your fingers crossed." I laugh and watch as the waitress returns with two glasses.
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You Are A What
FanfictionUNDER VERY HEAVY RE WRITING PROCESS *****Edited chapters are in brackets*** Completed "So, what are you exactly?" Taylor and Arianna didn't expect anything to come of going to the hair salon. Boy, were they in for a surprise. Warning: violen...
