1-800-OOPS

Eighteen: Love Sick Stomach Ache

"You look like a million bucks babe," Melanie eyes me up and down before giving me two thumbs up. "Doesn't she, Chase?"

Chase focuses on me for a split second. "Hmm--oh yeah. You look great, Carter. Almost as good as this sandwich." He goes back to inhaling his food, pieces of lettuce falling out of his mouth.. He kicks up his feet onto the coffee table and I roll my eyes. Sometimes I seriously wonder how we are friends.

But then I recall the time that I had a burping challenge with him and it all makes sense.

"He said casual, Mel. This is casual right? Actually why do I care? It's not like i'm trying to impress. I could wear my stained white shirt and I'd be ok with it. It's not like he's a god or anyt-"

"SPIRALING. Carter, you're spiraling again." Just then the doorbell rings and I jump a foot in the air.

"He's here. This isn't a date, this is just two friends hanging out..." I say to myself under my breath while fixing my black crop top. I adjust the grey baseball cap on my head before opening the door.

"What up bro," I say casually, tilting my chin up and leaning against the doorframe. Everett raises a brow in question. I look around, trying to change the subject. "Oh look you brought big bird and daddy long legs," I laugh.

In the driveway stands Stuart and Frank by a sleek black Escalade.

"I had to," He grumbles, trying his best to hide the annoyed look on his face. "Since I leave for tour tomorrow morning, my management wants security around me at all times until then...anyways, you look good." Those green eyes get me every damn time.

Maybe I should just blindfold him so I don't have to stare at his eyes. It's like getting sucked into a vortex.

I cast my gaze down to my outfit. My ripped blue jeans are faded and my white adidas are looking more grey than white. "Thanks?" I bite my lip, shifting from one foot to another.

"Take the compliment, Carter."

I nod before shutting the door behind me, a smile lingering on my face. Everett is wearing dark blue jeans and a grey short sleeve top with three buttons going down near his collar. Of course he is wearing some really nice sneakers, expensive looking ones. He's also sporting his silver watch, like always. That thing must cost at least a thousand dollars.

I whisper a 'thank you' as Frank, one of Everett's body guards, hold the door open for me. Everett slips into the back seat after me. He pulls on his seatbelt and I follow his actions.

"So where are we going?," I ask.

"It--"

"Don't say it's a surprise or I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine, got it pretty boy?"

In an instant, Everett shoots his hands up in surrender, emitting a laugh. He tilts his head, batting his eyes, "You think I'm pretty?" He smirks.

"Oh yeah, totally. A tutu and fairy wings would seal the look, princess," I laugh loudly in opposite to Everett's scowl.

"If you must know, we are going to Six Flags."

There is no way he could have know that roller coasters are my absolute favorite.

I have a feeling he had a bit of help here. I'm going to kill them.

The whole car ride fell silent so I stared out the window the entire time.

Who would have thought that I would be sitting in a car with a celebrity. I think there is this big stigma around people thinking famous people are untouchable and they live insane lives.