Liz smiled at punched him playfully. She looked at the clock and quickly took a shower, pulling on a new set of clothes and hot pink fishnet gloves. She ran a brush through her hair, dryed her hair, and brushed her teeth. She finished it off by sticking the hoop ring through her lip and walking back out. "Your turn," she smiled, "I only took thirty minutes at the most by the way."
I chuckled and kissed her. I took a quick shower, threw on new clothes and brushed my hair and teeth. I walked out proudly. "15." I smiled and grabbed my car keys.
Liz glowered and let out a laugh, following him out the door and towards the car. She smiled at him and sat down in the seat, closing the door behind her.
I drove us over to Ryan's, but looked in the direction of Liz's house. "Stay in the car and lock the door." I said seriously. I knocked on ryan's door. Sarah oppened it. "Time to go home." She ran grabbed her stuff and came back to me. "Did you tell Ryan your leaving?"
"Hezs busy." she giggled.
"WHAT?!"
"He's only dancing."
"Oh, okay. Bye ryan." I yelled taking Sarah vack to my car and oppening the back door for her. I pulled out.
Liz smiled at Sarah as they pulled out. "We got some movies that we can watch. Is that okay with you?" She asked, smiling. Sarah nodded and giggled, making Liz smile wider. They passed a small store that had Blood and Guts painted across the front. "Oh stop here!" She smiled at Johnathan, who slowed and looked at the building. "It's not really what it looks like." Liz laughed, jumping out of the car and running in. A dark haired man in his twenties stood behind the counter, smiling at Liz as she walked in.
"Hello Liz. Long time no see," he greeted. Liz walked to the counter and looked through the glass. A small bracelet with cute little charms all around had caught her eye a few months ago and she was going to buy it now.
"Hello, Travis. Would you mind letting me buy that bracelet?" She asked, smiling.
"A cute thing like that? I don't mind but that's so unlike you." He grinned, pulling it out and placing it in a box.
"It's for a friend," she smiled, sliding him her father's credit card.
"Ah, okay," he quickly rang it up and slid her the card back.
"Thanks Travis! I'll talk to you later!" She called, walking out of the store. She walked to the car, the box behind her back and got in smiling at Sarah. "Okay. Thanks for stopping we can go now." She laughed, handing Sarah the box.
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
