Takes place in high school, and you own a 1967 Chevy Impala.
(Y/N) pov
We drove down the road with smiles on our faces. Buffy, Andi, Cyrus and I were in my car, all the boyfriends drove in a different car.
"Andi," I handed my phone to her. "Text Jonah tell him I want to race." his friends texted Buffy that my car was old and weird, how fucking dare they talk bad about baby. I am going to kill them."You sure that's safe?" I nodded.
"This is a muscle car, she's tough." I smiled and revved her engine a little.
"Okay," she looked at my phone and texted Jonah. "He said sure." I looked out my window, Marty looked at me and stuck his tongue out the window, I put the middle finger at him. Everyone from both vehicles said "ohhh" and began screaming. I stretched my fingers out and began to count down. "Five, four, three, two, one" and off I went. Buffy stuck her head out the window and laughed. They're not that far back, but far enough. We raced through the tunnel, with me in front of course. We stopped at we reached the end of the deserted highway. When we got to a the beach we talked about how I won. The eight of us talked about what we get for winning. Cyrus' boyfriend, Shane, offered we all just go out for dinner and then the board walk or something like that since we're staying the night at the beach anyways. We all agreed.
I know this was short, but there will be more out soon.