Hike

Valet

A tall boy with blonde hair opens the door for me and I climb in the backseat the silver toyota. Mom sits in the front.Our driver is a dark haired  boy with some killer manners. He soon starts some small talk. It could be rehearsed but, chivalry is chivalry even if it's payed. My mom does most of the talking, which is a good thing because she's waaayyyy better
at it.
 "How old are you?" she asks.
 "17", dark haired boy promptly replies. I might have smiled inwardly if not outwardly too.Jokingly, my mom says she doesn't even drive with her 17 year old.
As the car rolls onto the main road I feel the car pick up speed. The sleek toyota must be a newer model. It feels like we're going so fast.  I'm hardly ever around boys my age, (unless you count work, but most of them are older) let alone cute boys my age.
  As we speed down the road, I can't help but watch the boy as he drives and imagine what it would be like to be alone with a cute boy, driving to who knows where.
Maybe this giddy feeling is what all the girls my age are racing after. If feelings were flavors, this would be an ice cream sundae.
 The ride ends too soon . We thank the valet before he drives back to the wedding.

 Back to reality.