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         I sigh as Aubrey drags me towards her car, parked in the four-garage driveway to her mansion. Well, not her's, but you know what I mean. She unlocks the doors to her light blue Lamborghini Aventador. We get in the car and she starts the engine. I definitely like her car, a lot, but I still adore the silver Lexus GS F that Aubrey's parents bought for me for my seventeenth birthday, after I passed the driving portion of getting my licence since I did the writing portion right after I turned sixteen.

         "Where are we going?" I groan as she backs out of the driveway, then turns onto the road.

         "Well, we're going to somewhere."

         "Stop being such an ass," I groan.

         "If I tell you, will you shut up?"

         "Yes, I promise," I nod quickly, and listen as she sighs.

         "Ugh. Fine," she rolls her eyes. "We're going to Starbucks. A bitch needs her coffee."

         We drive for a little bit more, then pull into a plaza with a Starbucks. As soon as we enter, I spot a familiar face.

         "What are you doing here, babe?" came the handsome, masculine voice. "And you too, Ellie?"

         "Oh, hey, Andrew," I smile.

         "Why are you guys here?" Andrew asks. Andrew is my closest friend, after Aubrey. I met Aubrey when I was three, and we instantly became best friends. Andrew and I met in the second grade. We had an instant connection and we got along really well, quickly becoming close friends. Until one fateful day in the tenth grade when Aubrey and Andrew first set their eyes upon each other and fell into a deep, deep love.

         "So, anyways, what do you want?" Aubrey's voice brings me back to reality.

         "Huh?"

         "What drink do you want?"

         "Right. Mocha frappe? Just a tall is fine," I say. "You're paying for me, right?"

         "You're paying for me, right?" Aubrey repeats my question, but it's directed at Andrew.

         "Sure," he plants a gentle kiss on Aubrey's nose and she giggles. He orders her latte and my frappuccino.

         "Hey, Elle," he looks at me.

         "What's up?"

         "D'you have a boyfriend?"

         "No, why?"

         "Oh, no reason," he smiles. "Just wanted to enforce the same rules you gave Aubrey and me back in tenth grade onto him. Cause that guy's gonna be getting one hell of a punch to the face if he messes with my Ellie."

         We get our drinks and I grab a straw from the counter.

         "Wanna come with us?" Aubrey looks at Andrew.