I pulled up in Sam’s drive way and honked the horn before I got out and walked up to her door. I knew she’d need help with her luggage if she was anything like me, and she was.

She opened the door as I stepped up on her pourch and thrust a bag in my hands. I laughed and she smiled, we both headed back towards my car. I popped the trunk of my blue 1960 mustang convertible and we loaded in her bags around mine.

“Ready?” I asked her as we walked to the front of my car and we got in.

“Fo sho!” Sam exclaimed, sending both me and her into a laughing fit before I could leave.

After the spell subsided I backed out of her drive way and we toke off. The top was down and the rushing wind was messing with our hair. Sam turned up my iPod, which I had plugged into my speakers, and we both began singing Taylor Swift’s Love Story at the top of our lungs.

“I can’t belive we are really going on a road trip, Amber!” She exclaimed.

“Me either.” I responded, a smile still on my lips.