It was my 1965 gloss black Ford Mustang. I smiled every time I looked at it. Almost everything was original except for the interior. It was custom made just for me when I moved out here and that's a story for another time perhaps. Red racing stripes ran down the hood, roof and rear of the car with another red stripe near the rocker panels. Yes it was an automatic, but boy did it get some power behind it. Back in those times, cars were made with quality and care and each one has a personality. This is all coming from someone who knows little to nothing about cars, but as soon as I set my eyes on this one, I knew it would be a keeper. I was a sucker for old cars. The interior consisted of red and black leather interior. I know a girl like me, driving a car like that? It isn't as crazy as it sounds.
Everyone has their dream car, this one happens to be mine. I could go into detail about horsepower and turbo and all that, but that isn't all that important. All I will say is that it got close to 500 horsepower. Oh yeah. But it was because of that power that I was scared to take it out often. People drove like idiots and to hurt this car is like hurting me physically. That's why I kept it in this garage most of the time. But enough chit chat about the car. I got in and I took a few deep breaths in then out. Out of nowhere I got another message. My heart started to race as I tapped on it to see the full message.
"Can't wait to hang out! I've got a lot to show you! See you in a bit!" How sweet! I'm glad he was excited. After punching in the address on my phone's GPS, I started up my car. Immediately the engine roared to life and I already got goosebumps on my arms. I just loved the growl of it and how mean it sounded. After what felt like an eternity, the directions finally showed up and I started to move. It was a good twenty minutes from here to Jordan's house, so I had a good amount of time to get used to driving this thing all over again. I let the convertible top go down as I pulled out of the garage and the evening sun just hit the top of my head when I went onto the road.
I got plenty of people who were staring at the car but I simply smiled and kept driving. I had the music blasting as I was driving and sang along to every single one. After taking a couple of accidental wrong turns, I finally arrived. I think. From where I sat on the road, it was hard to see a number on the house. There were already three or four cars in the concrete driveway, most of them looking brand new. The dark wooden garage door was closed, but I could see lights on through the large windows that were featured on the front of the house. It was rather large with two stories and plenty of windows. Then I started thinking. What if his friends think I'm lame? Or worse, they don't like me? I shouldn't think like that. After all I drove all the way here, didn't I? Not to mention the fact I was also practically in the heart of Beverly Hills! For a few minutes, I sat there in my car trying to calm myself down. Finally I shut the car off and grabbed my bags.
After making sure my doors were locked, I started to make my way up the driveway. There was a dark red brick pathway that led to the matching dark red front door of the house. I stopped at the front step. I could hear loud music and laughter on the other side and my heart started to race again. I rang the doorbell anyhow and rocked back and forth on my feet anxiously. I had no time to think when the door swung open and there he stood. He was still wearing his shorts from the beach, though now he was wearing a fitted black t-shirt. His face lit up immediately and he ushered me in quickly.
"Hey! You made it! We were just about to start a game! Want to join?" I stepped inside and tried to comprehend my surroundings. Not only that but I was blasted with cool air when I was inside. The walls were all painted white including the high ceilings. Sound evidently carried rather easily inside this place. The floors were a beautiful beige granite tile, making me realize how little my apartment was compared to his home. It was rather spacious as well with the dining room, kitchen and living room all combined into one. I nodded slowly, trying to comprehend these high ceilings. As far as home decor went, it was pretty minimal but I liked it. Minimalistic is idealistic.
"Would you like anything to drink?" I vaguely heard Jordan again. He caught me staring at the room which looked down on the actual living room and I walked up the two steps up to it. There were a few more matching couches up here along with a giant window that overlooked the hills and city. Facing in front of me stood a fireplace and one of the biggest pieces of artwork I have seen in a long time. It featured his Youtube logo on the canvas rather prominently but the best part was the LED lights that glowed behind, changing colors every couple of seconds.
"Wow." I said for the first time, not realizing I hadn't answered his question. I walked up to inspect it slightly closer and saw that it had been hand painted!
"Talk about a centerpiece, am I right?" Jordan admired it with me for some time, not saying much else. I then came to the conclusion he had asked me about drinks.
"What do you have to drink?" I asked back, not taking my eyes off of the artwork. I peeked a glance at Jordan and caught him looking right back at me.
"Uh, I'm...gonna go check. Please make yourself comfortable. If you need to change or whatever the bathroom is up these stairs and its the second door on the right." His face was flushed and I bit back a laugh. As he walked past, I could smell the slightest scent of cologne waft through the air. It was musky but there was a hint of vanilla and I practically wanted to die. I smiled to myself anyhow and set my bags down on the couches. I walked back down to a group of three guys and one girl who were sitting around a small coffee table.
The girl gave me a smile and I did the same. I made my way into the immaculately clean kitchen. I imagined he only used his kitchen maybe three times. I watched Jordan as he searched through his rather large refrigerator. Then again, it doesn't take much for things to be much taller than himself. I sat myself down at one of the bar stools that were set underneath the counter of the kitchen island.
"I've got uh...juice, water, milk, and pretty much any alcoholic beverage you want." Jordan stated to me. Oh the decisions! I hated having so many choices and having to come to one decision. It put pressure on me and I didn't like that. Well, I was in a rather good mood, so maybe he had some good wine available?
"You got any good wine?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging him to find a good wine. He shut the door for the refrigerator door and walked to the kitchen island. I swear if he gets in my face I think I will die.
***Again I apologize if I had any details incorrect!! It is fictional, so I guess I have an excuse to make things up as I go lol. Hope you're all enjoying it so far! Let me know what you think. I'll probably be updating weekly depending on my schedule.***
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Happiness Unending
FanficI always seemed to have the worst luck when it came to pretty much everything in my life up until I moved to Los Angeles. Everything seemed to fall into place and I knew then that this was the best decision I could have made. But like all good thing...
