How We End

Chapter 3

Chapter 03

The rest of the week rolled by fast.

I had just stepped out of my class and was walking toward Chris' car in the parking lot. I hopped in as soon as I opened the door.

"How was your day?" Chris asked me.

"Same as every other one." I relaxed into the car seat.

"Here." He handed me a pack of chips.

Takis. They're my absolute favorite.

"Thank you." I said gratefully and tore the pack open.

The pack of chips had already finished when we pulled up on our driveway. We both got down from the car and walked into our house. I lazily kicked off my shoes and joined Chris on our slightly comfortable sofa.

"So, what are your plans for the weekend?" Chris asked.

"Mom said I should come over." I faced him. "You?"

"Um, nothing really." He scratched the back of his neck.

And there goes my conscience.

"You can come with me if that's okay with you, it'll be like the good old days." I smirked, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge.

"Now, how can I say no to that?" He squealed excitedly.

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"Chris, come on! We're late already." I groaned at him from where I was, resting on the front door and waiting for him.

"In a minute, G!" His voice sang back to me.

I sighed frustratedly.

Chris always took a lot of time getting ready, he could spend an hour and half fixing himself up and I don't really know what for. I didn't even take up to thirty minutes and I'm a girl. I really hated waiting for him. His annoying habit had made me late a lot of times and it was sickening.

"I'm here, I'm here. Sorry, sorry." Chris walked in long strides over to me.

"It's about damn time." I rolled my eyes as I opened the door and got out.

We both got into Chris' car and immediately, we were on the road.

My house was a four hour drive from Santa Clara. My family lived in Los Angeles, California, so I settled in for quite a long ride. I placed my arm on the window sill and looked out the window, taking in the view. I watched as we passed by buildings, trees and people until they were no longer in sight.

Chris sang along to the songs blaring through the radio. We made conversation and talked about every silly little shit we could. You see, that was why Chris was my best friend, apart from the fact that he gets me more than anyone else in the world and he's always there for me whenever I need him, we also always have the best conversations. We could go on and on and on for hours and never run out of things to talk about.

We arrived at my parents house at about 12:53 PM. We got down from the car and headed into the house.

"Aww, Grace darling." My mother engulfed me in a hug.