Fastlane
Author: Wolfeygrrl

Chapter 8
8

Well, the week passed quickly in a blur of the usual events. Work on the cars, having fun really, there wasn’t much else to do except the one other race that week. Oh! Did I mention that I won my first street race? Earned 500 dollars in the process too. Anyway, it was Friday afternoon and we were getting ready to leave.

“If anything happens then call. No speeding, none of that crap. And be good for god’s sake,” Katie was ranting like a mother would with her child when they first left for school.

“Katie,” murmured Rosie.

“I swear if you two get all lovey dovey then you better-“

“Katie!” growled Rosie.

“What? Just letting you know that I would kill you if you did.”

“We. Won’t. And same goes to you,” replied Rosie, emphasising every word, it was actually quite funny watching these two rant on like they always did.

“Are you ready to go yet?” I asked impatiently.

“Stay safe!” called Katie and Joey in unison. Rosie jumped into the driver’s seat before I had a chance to even get there.

“No fair, you always drive!” I whined. She just smiled at me as I got into the passenger side.

“Get used to it or get quicker,” she said as she sped towards the freeway. I turned on the radio letting it blast through the many speakers. This piece of shit Swift at least had a good surround sound.

“Car crash on route 81 causing delays for travellers, including three bikes and a truck. The removal could take up to three hours so I suggest you sit back and enjoy the music. This 165.8 FM…”

“Well that’s just great!” I sighed, three more hours added to the eight and half we already have to drive. She giggled.

“Patients, or are you just anxious to see your mummy?” she was teasing again.

“Shut up!”

“Make me.”

“How? You’re driving,” I replied making her smile.

“Exactly,” she said. I groaned in frustration, she was so annoying! A new song started on the radio, my favourite. I went to turn it up, and so did Rosie. She pulled away and blushed.

“You like this song?” I asked, turning the knob.

“Yeah, it’s my favourite,” she replied smiling.

“Same here,” I murmured. She was humming to the tune and I watched her sing when the words started.

“If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late. Could you say goodbye to yesterday?” she had such a wonderful voice and it was a mystery she hadn’t been found by the producers for her singing.

“You’re a good singer,” I murmured and she immediately stopped, blushing.

“Eer, not really,” she muttered.

“Learn to take a compliment, will you?” I muttered and she laughed. We ended up singing together, though, I lost my voice, just watching her and listening to her voice. It was like a lullaby.

“You can sing well, too,” she murmured when the song had finished.

“Nah, not really,” I smirked. She hit me. “Not fair,” I murmured. We had already driven to the crash site and were waiting for our turn to drive, stupid mindless drivers. I had to think of something, I wanted to just hear her voice again, “So, when is your birthday?” I asked, yeah great pick!

“Can’t remember,” she replied.

“Can’t remember? Okay then, how old are you?”

“I have no clue.”

“Do you even know your full name?”

“Hunh?”

“Your full name doesn’t exist of only one name,” I told her.

“Really? Then I would have no clue how to answer that question,” she replied.

“Oh kay then.”

“When’s you birthday?” Rose asked, I wasn’t expecting that.

“Erhm, um… You know, I kinda forgot,” I murmured, “No wait, umm… the twenty, ahh, seventh? I think…”

“Of?”

“May,” I at least remembered the month.

“And how old are you?”

“23, I still think I’m older than you,” I muttered.

“You birthday is close to Joey’s, you’re the same age too,” she said giggling.

“Cool. Hey! That’s the turnoff!” I said looking at the sign. Although I was a little too late, she was already on the exit.

“Just realised?”

“Shut up.”

“I would’ve thought you would be paying attention to the road, waiting to be with your mummy again,” teasing again?

“Are you ever going to let that go?”

“Nope,” she replied pulling into the street.

“Wait, how do you know where to go?”

“Follow the wedding ribbons, balloons and signs,” she replied.

“Oh, I knew that!”

“And you call me a bad liar.”

“Shut up!”

“So which one?” she asked me looking down the street and slowing down to get a better look.

“That one, at the end of the street,” I replied pointing. There were many cars in the drive already. She parked at the side of the road, turning off the engine. “Well then, are you ready?” I asked, she looked kinda frightened.

“Course,” she replied hurriedly. I stepped out of the car, only to be attacked by my Mum.

 

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