I Almost Killed My Crush's Mom

Chapter 1:: Oops is an understatement

Chapter 1:: Oops is an understatement

“Holy crap Lois, slow down!” Everett mutters profanities under his breath, clutching the dashboard so tightly that his knuckles are colouring ashy white. It takes every muscle I have for me to resist the urge to roll my eyes, focusing instead on the road, as every single one of my driving lessons has taught me. Everett is such a drama queen. He gets it off mom.

“I’m going the speed limit,” I protest, easing my foot off the accelerator a little bit for his peace of mind, “Honestly, just because you drive like a grandma doesn’t mean everybody else has to.” When it comes to our hand-me-down red Mercedes, Everett drives like a snail. Our Dad is a manager of something or other at Mercedes, and so he manages to get discounts off the newest cars all the time. Our nippy little red car is one of his previous favourites which he couldn’t bear to part with, and so unfortunately he handed it down for me and my narcissistic twin brother to share. Not a great idea on his part, I must say. Everett and I fight over the darned thing like two year olds, although he’s at the unfair advantage of having his license already.

I, on the other hand, am stuck with a permit until my driving test which is coming up in a couple of weeks. Hence the practicing.

“I think it’s time for a break,” Everett sighs wearily, “When’s your shift at the café?”

I glance quickly at the time, “In about ten minutes.”

“Thank God,” Everett exhales heavily, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. Our matching dark hair and green eyes are one of the many appearance similarities we share, but when it comes to personality my twin and I are nothing alike. In fact, you could say we were polar opposites. Whereas he’s over-confident, outgoing and charismatic…I’m clumsy, shy and my idea of a great Friday night is reading books until the early hours of the morning. In my defence, fictional boys are so much hotter than real ones. I bite my lip cautiously, slowing down to pull back into the familiar roads leading towards my work place.

Hamilton is a quiet and unbearably undiscovered seaside town housed on the sandy coast of western Massachusetts. Its pastel buildings and infrastructure seem to constantly be under a thin layer of pale sand, and the downtown consists of a few touristy businesses painted in the same sherbet colours as the houses. Hamilton is way too small to ever be shown on a map, but miraculously every summer we still have tourists flooding in from the nearby towns on an eager hunt for a hot seaside day. By the end of summer, they disappear back home, and we’re left with the small amount of families and commuters who fill the vacancies here. Teenagers are an endangered species in Hamilton, but the few who we do manage to scavenge from the tiny local high school hang out at the beach café- a buzzing social hub located right on the town’s multi-hued beach.

Working at this social hub? Myself, my best friend and a few others who work the different shifts, all lead under the control of Adam- my slightly older, incredibly hot and disappointedly gay boss.

I pull into the car parking lot, not surprised to see the lack of parking spaces already. Summer began only a few days ago, and already people are flooding into my tiny hometown. My eyes search restlessly for an open spot, until I finally find a small one available- only just big enough for our car. I’ve pestered Adam to assign staff parking spaces, but he’s as much of a procrastinator as my brother is, so we haven’t got around to that kind of luxury just yet. I open my door, cautious not to hit it into the car next to us, and climb out into the salty breeze. It’s time to head to work. Unlike most teenagers, I find that my job is actually quite fun. I get to work with my friends, I get discounts on cakes and the world’s best smoothies, and I work just near the beach which is awesome.