Lucky Nate didn’t really care if anyone in his household was woken, huh? Honestly, he could be followed outside by his Dad and or step Mum telling him to get back inside and there’s no way he would (which granted, wouldn’t happen but it’s just an example). As far as his mind goes – if there’s something he wants to do he’ll do it and screw anyone else. Selfish? Er, yeah. Just a little bit.
Hearing the horn Nate couldn’t help but smirk as he shut his laptop, grabbed his jacket and made his way through the house. It was oddly quiet in here tonight, maybe his parents were out or something. Shrugging off the thought Nate pulled the door shut behind him and put his keys in his jacket pocket, no way he was getting locked out.
But wait – a pink car? Stopping beside the car he raised an eyebrow at her. “You expect me to ride in a pink car?” Please, someone remind him why he was friends with her again.