Playing with FirePlaying with FirePlaying with Fire by clancy688
"Was that Shirley?" Scowling, I eyed Christine who put her phone down. I had better things to do in my summer holidays than to play chauffeur for my girlfriend and her best friend, especially when the two wanted me to drive them to a guaranteed super-boring art exhibition. Even more so, when the best friend in question wasn't appearing at the agreed on meeting point on the agreed on time.
Damn, I'd have loved to sleep a bit longer! I cursed inwardly. It was eight in the morning, practically still deep in the night for my holiday-standards. Oh, the joys of being a teenager with his own car. Sometimes it's more a burden than a blessing.
"Oh, chill." Christine grinned. "Yes, that was Shirley. And you're gonna like this: We're not driving to the art show."