When we get into the beat-up volts wagon bug that I drive, Brooklyn puts on some toons to listen to. Mainly older songs from the 70's to 80's, but we didn't care one last bit. It was just what we were into at the time. No one could stop us from loving the classics even if the year was 2013.
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When we got to the mall, which consisted of Starbucks, Aeropostale, Lord & Taylor, and like a million other shops, we made a bee line to the one and only coffee shop in the mall: Starbucks.
What a glorious, little shop to buy your enormous cup of coffee. During the school year, we would go there every Friday afternoon as a small treat that we survived the terror of classes, exams, and worst of all, homework. We strolled into the restaurant-ish-thing without a care and ordered our drinks. We had stopped at subway on the way here but decided that it was a better idea to come here instead for the amazing morning beverage that most Americans start to drink at the age of eight. But I had learned that Latino countries, but in this case hispanic, not French or Italian, started to drink coffee at around six years of age. Back to the point!
When I went to the pick up area, the almost man the handed me my coffee was Emmett. I just grabed my coffee pretending that I didn't relize it was him. How could one teen jugle two jobs anyway?! I didn't even have a job by that point. It was simply asking my mom for money and getting allowance that landed me money in my pocket. Well, that and holidays.
"Are you going to say hi, Kelsey?" He asked me. I blushed a bit. What is wrong with me? I asked myself.
"Hey, Emmett. These are my friends, Grace," I said pointing at obviously Grace Amber Rodriguez, "And this is Brooklyn!" I said pointing to the avergage hight red head who stood beside me.
"That's--" Grace started.
"We have to go now! Long day ahead of us. We need to get some clothes and other random crap for a-a" I stuttered. Why couldn't I think of anything!? Stupid brain.
A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't been updating! My mom keeps taking my Ipod and that's where I do most of my updating. I'll update some more later this week! I promise I will! Comment! Vote! And don't just make the comment of comment!
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When I Met You In The Summer
Teen FictionThe name's Kelsey Morgan and this is my tragic love story. I laugh because now you have to read to really learn about this story. Please don't take any of my original ideas, because they take some work to make. Thanks!