My Roommate

Chapter 12

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Ashley's POV—

"Just take those records off the shelf," dad says, singing his heart out even though he's not that great of a singer. I'd never tell him that though because it'd ruin the amount of happiness and freeness he gets every time he sings full on whenever a song he likes comes on.

It'd ruin the fun just in general.

"I like that old time rock 'n' roll," I say, trying to deepen my voice a little to minick Bob Seger's voice. It doesn't go that well but I just laugh it off anyway.

It's been a fun day. One of my best friends, Isabella and her sister just turned 11 today and they had a huge party to celebrate it. Technically, the party is still going on because it's also a sleepover party too. But to be honest, and don't tell anyone this, but I'm a little scared to sleep over at someone else's house.

I don't like the idea of being away from my parents overnight.

"Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock 'n' roll." dad and I both sing.

I immediately start laughing when dad does his best to dance a little, pretty much just tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and bopping his head as the saxophone, I think, get it's own little solo. Good thing we've stopped at a red light. Otherwise, isn't this what you would call distracted driving?

I don't know.

It's raining really hard, harder than I've ever seen it rain so far in my life. The windshield wipers are going back and forth, back and forth, clearing the big window as best as they can so dad can see. It's my first time sitting up in the front seat and I can definitely see why dad complains about how difficult it is to see the road when it rains sometimes.

Good thing I'm not driving.

I mean, I'm 10.

But still.

"I reminisce about the days of old...with that old time rock 'n' roll." dad sings. I don't know all the lyrics to this song, so for the most part whenever this song comes on, dad sings most of it and I sing with him whenever a part comes on that I do know.

I like this song.

Dad loves it.

"Still like that old time rock 'n' and roll..." we both say as the song finishes. I laugh as dad acts like he's just performed at a real concert and wipes the nonexistent sweat off of his face.

He turns his head over towards me and smiles. I smile back and when he looks away, he reaches over to turn the volume down so that the next song doesn't start shouting at us and blasts our ears off.

Quickly, the volume goes down and once it's at a reasonable volume, dad leans back and returns his eyes to the road. He swears under his breath as we go through a red light. I can only hold in my laughter at it because mom hates it when he swears.

She's always telling him that he shouldn't swear in front of me or my baby brother because they're bad words. But I've pretty much heard just about all of the 'bad' words so far. I don't see why it matters anymore.

I'm about to comment on it when I look over to face him again, but a bright light shining against our faces makes me stop. Dad quickly looks over and before he can do anything else, the car comes colliding right into our car, making a loud crashing sound.

My head hits against something and within seconds, it goes black.

A new bright light shines in my eyes, making me immediately close them again because they're so bright.