Centuries

Racing

"So I'm going to Longpoint tonight, wanna come?" Margy snaps her gum as we walk out of the school, her shades having been on since last period.

I glance over at Charlie, who walks silently beside me. A small smile makes it's way to my lips before I turn back to my best friend.

"No thanks, I'm good. Charlie and I have plans," I reply.

"Alright but if you get bored sucking face, hit me up," She shrugs casually before we part around Charlie's old beat up piece of junk. I roll my eyes as I slide into the passenger seat and Charlie waits for Margy to climb in the back before he puts his seat back and enters the vehicle himself. The engine sputters to life, coughing with age and soon we're off.

A loud snap can be heard from the back of the car. I glance out the window as we drive in other words silence when another loud pop can be heard. Neither of us say anything as Charlie drives down the road, leaves crunching under the tires.

Pop!

Charlie slams on the break and turns around so quick, I swear he should have whiplash. His big hand rests on headrest behind me as he twists in his seat to face Margy.

"Stop that!" He commands rather childishly.

"Stop what?" Margy looks up at him from behind her sunglasses.

"Snapping your gum," He replies.

"You mean like this?" We watch as Margy sticks her tongue out, wrapped in gum before it darts back in and she fills the pink chew with air. The bubble grows to be about as big as a fist before it pops, blowing air in Charlie's irritated face.

"Yes, like that," Charlie huffs.

"Fine," Margy easily gives in. A little too easily if you ask me, her best friend who knows her better than the back of my own hand.

Charlie turns back around and places his hands on the wheel, taking a deep breath. Soon you can hear the sound of swirling air. I watch as Charlie looks into the rear view mirror, giving Margy a nasty glare. He turns to her, a bubble of gum growing to the size of her face. I know her well enough to notice her smirk.

And then Charlie smirks. Instead of getting mad again, he just smirks. Margy's face switches to confusion when suddenly the bubble pops in her face, taking her off guard. The sticky pink goop lands all over her face and in her hair. Under the pink mask you can see her face contorted into shock.

I stifle a giggle as Charlie and I turn back around and he presses on the gas, headed towards Margy's house once again.

"That was not cool," Margy whines.

"What's not cool?" Charlie casually replies.

"You got gum all over me!" Margy shrieks.

"If you had kept it in your mouth where it belongs, it wouldn't have gotten everywhere," Charlie fights a smile.

"You still didn't have to go and do that!" Margy huffs angrily trying to clean off her face.

"I didn't do anything," He smirks.

"Ugh!" Margy groans as we pull up to her house. "Whatever!" She scowls as she climbs from the vehicle, roughly ripping her bag from the back seat and slamming the door shut before walking up to her house. Margy gives us one last glare before she slams her front door shut, making the windows rattle.

With that Charlie begins to drive off down the road.

"Home then?" Charlie's voice is light as he focuses on the road.

"Yup," I pop the 'p' as I turn up the stereo. Music fills the car as I nod my head, eyes out the window. Within minutes we pull up the long familiar drive. Charlie shuts the car off and we pile out.