Annabelle

After my little face-off with Mack, we all sat in the car contently listening to the radio. The reason I always liked to sit up front is because I can't stand other people's music. I had to have control over the radio, and I didn't even know why. Ironically enough, I totally hated Mack's taste in music. So did Gabriella, but she was a little busy with driving and all.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone. I looked down at it, and my heart fluttered, then stopped. It read:

555-757-0378 12:04 A.M.

Hey Annabelle, it's Cam.

Not exactally knowing what to say, I just shoved my phone in Macks face. At first she resisted, not knowing what the heck I was doing. Then she finally figured it out and took my phone into her hands. Seconds later she screamed, which made Gabriella about fly the car off the road.

"What is the matter with you?!?!" Gabriella growled.

"Annabelle got a text!" Mack squealed back at her.

"So?" Gabriella huffed.

"A special text." Mack bit her lip and raised her eyebrow in an attempt to look mysterious.

"Oh, oh, oh! Lemme see!" Gabriella tried to snatch the phone from Macks hand but she held it away from her.

"Eyes on the road!" Mack scolded Gabriella. "You almost hit that poor squirrel!"

Gabriella leaned over the dashboard. "Sorry squirrel," she whispered.

"Can I please have my phone back?" I asked Mack in more of a sarcastic way since it was my phone and I could take it back whenever I wanted to. And that's just what I did. "What do I say?" I turned to Mack.

"Ummm," Mack contemplated the thought. "Don't open it yet, because he'll see you read it, and it looks like we're ignoring him. What do you think we should say, Gabriella?"

"What does the text say?" Gabriella asked.

"Hey Annabelle, it's Cam." Mack replied.

"Just say hi, duh!" Gabriella said.

"No, no wait! Add a smiley face to it. But not like the little yellow emoji thing, like the colon and the parentheses. It says 'I'm interested, but not too interested'." Mack explained her ridiculous logic.

"Okay..." I was a little weirded out about how serious Mack was about saying the right thing, but I didn't really care. "So can I open it now?" I asked.

"Yes, duh!" Mack exclaimed. "You don't want to keep him waiting forever!"

"Alright, jeez." I placed my finger on the text and pulled it across the screen, opening the message. My fingers fluttered across the keyboard, typing 'Hi :)'. "So what now?" I questioned Mack.

"We wait." She reclined her seat and put her hands behind her head for effect.

"Hey, sit properly! We have a thirteen year old driving and could crash at any minute, remember?" Gabriella joked.

"Oh yeah, you're such a wild driver." Mack said sarcastically, pointing at the speedometer. It wasn't higher than thirty five, and the highest she had done all night was barely forty. "We'll be at Kroger at two A.M. this way."

"Fine. You want fast, I'll give you fast." And just like that, we were up to 45 MPH.