It’s been half an hour drive from the airport and we finally made it I looked over to see Haley reading, who the hell reads on a summer holiday and I mean yeah she need to get over her ex-boyfriend who is a whore fucking bastard, who thank god Haley did not sleep with, well that what she told me but books are so not summer accessories.
In the Driveway
“Where, here” I said as we pulled up in front of a huge golden brown mansion. With a huge driveway too fit 12 small cars.
“Brooke, you said were going to a beach house not a mansion” Haley exclaimed as she got out the car and stood in...
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