The Ghost Of Us (HWGA sequel)

Friday

  "So, tell me.... should I wear my silk top, or this t-shirt, maybe with something over top?" Austin asks as I add some mascara to my eyelashes.
It was Friday, and Austin begged me to go, and I thought... why not. So we're going to the party in an hour or something.
  "Um..." I look over to him and he puts the silk beige coloured button-up shirt, then a regular t-shirt. "I think the silk one is more you," I reply.
  "True, I do love my silk button-ups," he nods. "With some black jeans?" He asks.
  "Yeah," I nod. I put my makeup away.
  "So can I look through your clothes now?" He questions.
  "If you don't pick something outrageous," I retort and he waves me off.
  "I would never," he said going to my closet. "So, how's Sam doing?" He asks his voice muffled from in the closet. "Because he seems to be better."
  "Yeah," I mumble. "I think he's trying to get better by being around friends," I say and Austin comes out with a  bunch of clothes in his hands.
  "Well, if it helps!" He chirps and I nod. "So now," he sets the clothes on the bed. "There are... these pants, cause they're nice," he grabs my green plaid style pants that I haven't worn in forever. "With like, a plain crop top?" He suggests. "Or, these ripped denim jeans, with this black turtle neck," he says.
  "I like the denim jeans, I don't think I want to wear a turtle neck at a sweaty party," I state and he nods.
  "Okay, then with this top," he grabs my low cut black crop top.
  "Does a graphic tee work instead?" I ask.
  "What's wrong with this?" He asks. "Never mind, I won't question your bad judgement," he sighs. "If we're gonna do graphic, we're gonna do this cropped one," he says grabbing this cropped avengers shirt I had.
  "Fine," I stand grabbing the clothes.
  "Again, you barely take my advice but whatever," he shrugs.
  "You pretty much picked it out. Don't be a baby," I say going to the bathroom. I brush my hair and change into the clothes. I kept my hair down, it was slightly wavy from the shower I recently had.
I walk to the room, Austin was sitting on the bed, typing on his phone.
  "Good?" I ask. He looks up from his phone and grins.
  "Hotter than hell," he says. "Me?" He stands now in his silk shirt and jeans.
  "Hotter than Brad Pitt," I reply and he gasps.
  "Don't say that to me!" He smiles and I laugh. "We still got time. Let's go eat before so I don't puke later on," he leaves the room. I grab my bag and shoes and head downstairs.

I put my things to the side and go into the kitchen where Austin was, my dad was in there too.
  "When are you guys going?" He asks, he was eating an apple like every dad, cutting the piece and then eating it from the knife. But I just knew that Austin was gonna comment something gross.
  "An hour or something," I shrug.
  "Is Sam picking us up?" Austin asks me eating a piece of french bread.
  "I think Caleb, Kyle and Sam are going together. Andrew actually offered to drive us," I say grabbing some bread myself.
  "Oh really?" He asks confused. "Weird."
  "Yeah, we were talking about it in class," I shrug.
  "Just make sure you don't come home too late, text me if you're gonna be at someone else's house. Don't do anything stupid and drink water too," Dad tells us.
  "We know," I nod.
  "I'll be in my office, you guys have fun," he kisses the top of my head before leaving.
  "Bye," I call out as he leaves.
  "He looked so good eating that apple," Austin remarks and I groan.
  "Austin, please don't," I say.
  "Just saying," he fans himself with his hand. "You're lucky."
  "Ew, no I'm not. That's my dad," I scoff. "Don't be gross about it," I shake my head.
  "I'm not trying to be gross, I'm being honest," he states. "Like every normal human being will know that you have a hot dad," he says.
  "I don't care," I sigh. "Please let's change the subject."
  "Fine, fine," he laughs.

About an hour later, Andrew had shown up to pick us up.
  "Hey," I say getting into the front seat that Austin insisted I take.
  "Hey guys," he grins.
  "Thanks for driving us," I say putting my bag to the side pulling my seatbelt on. He drove a Tacoma truck. I never took Andrew as the truck type of guy.
  "Yeah no problem," he shrugs.
  "How have I never known you drive a truck?" Austin asks literally what I was thinking.
  "I don't know," Andrew laughs.
  "Interesting," Austin says.
  "How so?" Andrew asks. "It's just a truck. Not even  a big one."
  "Just... figured you more as a Volkswagen or another type of Toyota that's smaller," Austin shrugs.
  "I kind of agree with that, you do not seem like a truck guy," I retort.
  "How does one seem like a truck guy?" He asks glancing over to me and I laugh.
  "A cowboy," Austin answers.
  "I don't agree with that," I look at Austin. "There are just some people who make sense, others who don't," I say.
  "Do I look bad driving a truck? Don't make me feel bad about getting it!" He says.
  "No, it's a nice truck," I say. "It was just surprising to see that you have a truck. What I'm trying to say, is that it seems like you would have more of a douche-bag type of car."
  "Oh wow," Andrew laughs. "Thanks for the brutal honesty."
  "It's not bad, Jo's a douche," Austin adds.
  "Exactly," I nod.
  "Whatever," Andrew says. "And I was doing something nice by giving you guys a ride," he shakes his head and laughs. "Kidding, I know I'm an asshole. I just didn't think you expected me to drive a dough-bag car like a beamer."
  "Oh my god, a beamer would suit you!" I say and he sighs.
  "I'm done with this conversation," he says and I laugh.