She's got everything she's ever needed in life. Money. Loving parents. Supporting friends and overall a great life. So why did she feel so lonely? Why did she feel like she had to be a bitch every time?.
Poppy Holmes, has a mouth like a sai...
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Hartley's P.O.V
"Are you filming Richie?"
I yelled out to him as I sat in my Ford truck, I watched him nod and then I looked at his fingers, One. Two. Go! I immediately stepped on the acceleration and my truck went flying. I looked across from me at the red line and it was just passing a hundred miles per hour. I smiled widely as I felt like I was flying. Racing does that to me. When racing I actually feel like I am someone. Like I'm me and not some headless person. I changed my gear up to the fifth gear and quickly pulled the handbrake half way up as I made a sharp turn and hearing the tires squeal.
"Whooohoo!"
I yelled at the top of my lungs and fist pumped the air outside as I drove with one hand. Normally I would never show this side of me to anyone but if you have a 6ft idiot hanging around you all the time, you are bound to show yourself at times. When getting close to Richie, I chuckled mischievously as I held the hand break in my hand but I still drove towards him, I saw him back up a bit, "Hartley!" Richie yelled as he started full on running away and I pressed on the break as I laughed out loud in my truck and I watched him run like a giraffe away from me.
After a couple of minutes of slight chucking at Richie, I saw him stomping back, I heard my phone ringing and I felt my heart pick up as I knew that only one person knows my number so I turned off my truck and immediately answered my phone, my being coated with worry.
"Mom? Hello?" I answered and I heard a sigh before her voice spoke, "Hey sweetie, you know Brad right? Brad Holmes? My best friend, well he's over with his wife and we might be going ou.." I then interrupted her, "Mom are you sure?" I asked concerned that something might happen while they were out and I wouldn't be right there to help.
"Honey, I will be fine. Just enjoy your time out with Richie and you know the curfew which I will say again. Eleven O'clock young lady and that's it. I've also left your dinner in the microwave and will be back around eight." she finished and I just kept nodding while I watched Richie from beside me seeing him sitting in the passenger seat as he scrolled through his phone.
"Okay mom. I love you."
I talked in the phone and I heard her chuckle before she said she loved me back and that she would see me soon then we hung up. It was going towards six O'clock now and it was Friday so no hell aka school tomorrow.
"We've been friends going on seven years now and I've never heard you say "I love you" to anyone. Now I know" Richie stated like he just discovered something new and I looked at him with a frown and then punched him in the arm for his stupidity.
"OW! Stop punching me! with your bulky knuckles and really hulky hands fo.."
I cut him off as I punched him again and he looked at me with hurt and anger but I knew he wasn't really hurt and he started laughing as I chuckled a bit and went to start the truck. I then drove us back to my house but not without stopping at a Walmart and buying a load bucket of junk food. Friday's are our don't care, I'm fudging eating. It's like our cheat day even though Richie eats unhealthy foods everyday.
