A I R P L A N E !

C H A P T E R 7

{Edited; 13 & 14}

The friend George picked up, he's tall..kind of intimidating. I make sure not to make any wrong moves.

After seconds of silence and small giggles, George's friend speaks up. His hand was held out for me to shake.

"Sorry I didn't introduce myself before, I'm Niall."

His speech was quick, but his voice was deep for how childish he looks. I can respect him even though he didn't notice me. It's all fine though.

I take his hand with a firm grip shaking it.
"I'm Corrina, it's my first time being here in the UK"
"Well I hope you enjoy it!" His voice became cheery as we reached at most six more feet to the car.

The car is a nice shiny black, I don't bother to figure out the model of the car..as long as it can go from point A to point B then we're good.

George gets in the drivers seat and starts up the car. Niall in shotgun and me being in the back seats. Before hand we put our luggage in the trunk.

Niall turns on the radio a few songs go by until one song came on. Solo by Frank Ocean, I belt out the lyrics not caring about everyone else in the car. It's goes from soft until the chorus reaches.

Eventually the song ends, I'm not out of breath. Everyone else is shocked, their out of words. Vocabulary non-existent.

"When Corrina sung that chorus, I felt that" I smile at Nialls comment as he looks back at me.

"Where'd you learn to sing that well" George says making a U-turn.

"It's called natural talent"

{Time skip}

The drive was rather short, it consisting of three idiots singing to anything that played off the 'aux'.
Whenever we stopped at a red light our car was the only one moving in an 'abnormal' way.

We eventually turn into a  neighborhood, it was rather quite aside from the birds chirping every once in a while.
We pull into the driveway of a large house. I hear a seatbelt unbuckle followed up by the sound of keys rattling around.
"This is my stop, " Niall says turning back to look at me. "See you around." I wave in a polite way with a quick breathy 'bye' George gives him a fist-bump after say bye to him.

The rest of the trip isn't eventful, we just talked about who we are and stupid things we've done in the past.

Suddenly out of the silence I ask about what he does for work. He slams the breaks making me fly into the back of his seat. The streets aren't busy, thank the lord.
George continues driving, silence takes over the car for a solid 5 minutes.
"It's embarrassing," He pipes up "Don't judge--"

"I do YouTube"