Kate Ross is your average teenage girl. Or, at least, she was. That all changed when her mother decided to cheat on her father and Kate had to move with her father to California. Suddenly, she's forced to get a job, make new friends, and adjust to h...
I followed him out of the car as a friendly-looking man walks up to us. "Can I help you find anything?" He asked.
My phone buzzed in the back pocket of my shorts, I didn't even need to look at the screen to know that it was a text from Axel.
AXEL - I wish u were working today. It's so slow.
I smiled to myself. Even though I was here with my father, part of me wished I were there with him too.
I tucked my phone back into my pocket, deciding that I'd respond later and turned my attention back to my father and the man that would help us find our new car.
"That's a nice car you have there," the man said, admiring the rental.
"Yeah, it's a rental, my daughter and I just moved here from New York," my father explained.
I'd always admired how my father was able to give such information away to people without them having to pull it out of him. He wasn't born feeling like he needed to guard things away as I had.
"No kidding," The man said, before turning from me back to my father. "Now, what kind of car are you interested in?"
"We'd like an SUV if you have any please," my father replied, taking my hand. My palm was sweaty so I wiped my hand on my shorts before taking his again.
"What size would you like?" he asked, taking us to where all the SUVs must've been held.
"A medium-sized one should be fine. It won't be carrying too many people besides me, my daughter of course, and some of her friends."
The man nodded and took us first to a car my mother certainly would have approved of just because of its sporty appearance. She never wanted a car unless it was pretty. I could tell my father was thinking the same thing as he put his hand on his forehead to peer inside the car and I did the same.
It had a tan interior which my mother always hated because you could see messes easier, but here in Santa Monica, a black interior would burn your butt as soon as you'd sit down because of the heat. Sorry, mom, but we're getting a tan interior, I thought inside my head. I could just imagine the scowl on her face.
"This model comes in many colors for the exterior. It comes in red, blue, navy blue, black, and white like this one."
I didn't even have to say anything because my father knew that I would want the white. He knew that every time we'd gone new car shopping I'd always been drawn to the look of the white, but we'd never gotten one because white cars have tan interiors, which my mother had hated.
"Is there a key for it?" My father asked. "I want to give it a test-drive."
The man nodded. "Of course, I'll go get the key."
As the man walked away, my father turned to me. "What do you think of the car?"
I smiled. "I like it."
The man came back with the key which was one of those newer keys that only had buttons on them and no actual part that goes into the car. I could tell that he could sense my father's confusion because he said, "The car has a start/stop button. The car will only start when you hit the brake and press the button at the same time."
My father did as the man said and the engine roared to a start. I opened the door to the passenger side and hopped in. "Wow, these seats feel like couch cushions," I commented, strapping on my seatbelt.
My father followed suit and waved to the man as we pulled out of the parking lot. "How's it feel?" I asked.
My father smiled. "It feels amazing. Way better than the rental."
After about ten minutes driving around town, we pulled back in and my dad walked up to the man and said, "It's perfect. We'll take it."
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A/N: This is the car:
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