(A/N Image at the top is what Misty looks like)
Misty's POV
Right when the bell rang for school to be over, I gathered my stuff and walked out of the office. The past hour went by slowly today. Once I got down the school steps I see Ron in his little green car. "Afternoon Ron." I say while jumping into the backseat. "Afternoon Misty. How was school." "Fine. How was your day." Before he can respond my 'brother' Sam comes running over yelling yes. "He got his three A's" I say in a monotone voice.
Once Sam got close enough he threw me his things and got in the front seat. "So?" Sam closed his door and looked at his dad. "A- but it's an A though." He started flapping his paper around. "Wait wait wait I can't see. It's an A." "So I'm good?" "Your good." Once we start driving around I started tapping my foot to a song that popped into my head called 'But it's better if you do' by Panic at the disco. I stopped when Ron spoke. "I've got a little surprise for you son." He starts getting ready to turn in the driveway of a porsche dealership.
"What kind of surprise?" "Just a little surprise." Sam starts freaking out when he saw where we are. "No. Nononono Dad! Oh you've got to be kidding me!" 'Disappointment in 3, 2, 1, now.' "Yeah I am. Your not getting a Porsche. Hehaheha." Sam immediately starts pouty while I shake my head. I zone out their arguing when I notice a guy with a sign in a clown costume. 'Poor guy, that wig and makeup must be hot at this time of day.'
I don't even give Ron a chance to turn the car off before I jump out. When I walk up to them Sams' talking about a 50 year old virgin while pointing at a car. "-No I got it the old Witwicky motto. I get it ok." That's when, what looks like the owner, comes over to us. "Gentleman, and lady, Bobby Bolivia. Like the country, except without the runes. Hahaha, how can I help you?" "Well my son here, looking to buy his first car." "And you've come to see me?" "Had to." I look at Sam with a disapproving glare. "That practically makes us family, uncle Bobby B. baby, uncle Bobby B." "Sam." "Sam, let me talk to you." Bobby grabbed Sam by the shoulder and starts leading him away while talking to him.
I go on ahead and start looking for a car for Sam. I soon spot and yellow camaro with two black racing stripes. "YO SAM! OVER HERE!" Sam then comes running over with Ron and Bobby in tow. When Sam gets over he starts looking at the car. "This ain't bad. It's got racing stripes." "Yeah, got racing stri- what the heck is this. I don't know nothing about this car?" Sam gets in the front seat and I poke my head in through the window. "It feels good." I point at the middle of the steering wheel. "What's that?"
Sam rubs the dirt away, revealing a familiar looking symbol. 'Where have I seen that before?' I'm pulled back to reality by Sam arguing with Bobby. "Nonono you said that cars pick the drivers." "Yeah well sometimes the car picks a driver with a cheapass father. Now get out of the car." I immediately start glaring at Bobby. "Hey! Nobody calls Ron a cheapass but our family!" Bobby ignored me and started to try and sell Sam a beetle. When Sam closed the door, the passenger door flew open and slammed into the drivers side of the beetle.
"Oh jesus! Are you ok?" Bobby starts being weird again while Sam and Ron are arguing about another car with racing stripes. Suddenly the camaros radio starts acting up till a loud siren like beep goes off, shattering every window in the lot and leaving my ears ringing. Bobby slowly rises looking around panicked till he looks at us. "4,000."
Time skip
I'm laying on my bed listening to my music, planning when I'm going to the skate park to test out some new moves of mine when there's a knock on my door. When I answer I see Sam standing there looking nervous. "H-hey Misty. So there's this lake party happening in about an hour and I was wondering-" "I'm not a party person Sam." He looks at me pleadingly. "Misty please your the only sensible person I know who can somewhat keep Miles in check." I sigh and walk past him. "Fine. But he touches me once, I'm gone. Am I understood?"
I look over my shoulder at him. "Yes mam'." I roll my eyes and walk downstairs to eat something before the party.
