Sister or Mister? - Amelia Bio

5. Not gonna lie, it tickled.

"Oh my goose Sheila! I can't believe you actually agreed to do this," Nini squealed and nearly swerved towards a mailbox.

"NINI! WHAT THE HEY?" I screamed in horror.

This is the first time I'm riding in someone else's car aside from my parents. Samantha gave up trying to get her driver's license after failing about 5 times. So my parents kinda did a little background check on Nini. All Nini had to do was say, "No Ma'am, I don't do drugs and I don't smoke." and my parents would wish she was my sister instead of Samantha.

"Sorry Sheila! I'm kind of excited for this. Wait, who am I kidding? I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS! I mean, first my parents FINALLY let me go outside with a friend. Second, you agreed to go with me. And third, your parents are okay with me driving and they just met me! I'm an amazing friend!" She said, and trust me, I felt like the car became 2x brighter than it was earlier.

This girl scares me in a way I didn't expect it could.

"Ok Nini!" I laughed, "just try to not kill us ok?"

"WHY IN THE ADAM'S APPLE WOULD I TRY TO KILL YOU? YOU'RE LIKE MY ONLY FRIEND AND VICE-VERSA!" she yelled gleefully.

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?" I shouted, wrinkling my nose in confusion.

"I DON'T KNOW. BUT YOU'RE SCREAMING TOO!" She pointed out and sent us into a burst of laughter.

I tilted my head to the window on my side and rolled the window down.

As I calmed myself after the unnecessary laughter Nini caused me, a bright yellow car was alongside Nini's and the driver about my age was in the seat.

Driving.

I mean, yah that's what you do in cars, but how do these children get such "free-range" parents?

When the light turned green, i got jerked forward from my seat as i caught a glimpse of the Greek God in the car.

"Umm Sheila? Hello???" Nini asked worriedly, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Yeah?"

"You sorta zoned out."

"What?" I scoffed, "Why on earth would I zone out?"

"How will I know? But what i do know," Nini smiled, "is that we're here!"

I looked up from the front view to see a not-too-shabby sign.

'Ice-cream, Is Your Cream'

I cringed at the horrible name.

"Who in the right mind would name an ice cream place like that?" I spluttered in disbelief and maybe disgust.

That would probably be the WORST name I have ever stumbled upon in my 17 years of existence.

"I think it's a cute name," replied Nini, shrugging her shoulders.

"It's a dumb name though."

"Let's just get our ice-cream," Nini said, grabbing my arm towards the entrance door.

When I walked in, I was hit with a strong cold breeze of the A.C. 

"Ewww! That thing could be infested with bugs for all we know," I complained.

"Geez, why are you in such a bad mood? Are all rich kids like that?" Nini asked looking confused.

"Sorry," I muttered though I wasn't really sorry. 

Why would Nini want to eat ice cream in this weird place?

"My grandma used to bring me here," Nini wistfully said.