I'm boring. I know it. He's not. But he is strange. ──────୨ৎ─────୨ৎ────── Jingling the keys, whipped from my back pocket, the car heaves into life. Just barely. "This hunk o' junk your car?" he yelps over the spluttering engine, beginning to rummage through the cassettes haphazardly and lazily thrown into any-which side pocket. Unamused, I grunt as it finally starts, beginning to roll over the gravelly bumps that make up my drive-way, "Yep. Aren't I lucky?" Steve, now fully involved in snooping, whistles as he whips out a shiny looking one in shades of sapphire, a woman frantically dancing in the centre. "Cyndi Lauper?" he teases, "Really? Wow." "Stop!" I groan, laughing, trying to smack it away from him whilst keeping both eyes stamped on the dim road, "That's totally my sister's." "Oh, yeah?" he snickers, twisting away and checking the back for the track-list, before belting out "But what if girls just wanna have fu-un?"

REWRITING |||| ARABELLA BURNS, a girl known to be ruthless and bitchy, a girl also best known as an incredible driver and Ronnie's younger sister. with both of their parents gone, it's his job to protect her - especially warning her of nick leister. that was, until he got sent to prison. a reckless, drunken mistake leads arabella to hate nick leister's guts, even though he's trying to help her. but of course, it's forbidden. her brother told her that and he couldn't possibly be wrong, could he? nick leister x fem!oc my fault london fanfic similar plot line, few changes