As the dusty, dirty gravel crunches under the wheels of the car, and radio buzzing lowly with a song, Heidi turns to me.
"Wendy and Dave want to know if you want to come to dinner at our place tonight." She tells me. Wendy and Dave were Heidi's parents, otherwise known as Mr. and Mrs. Lane.
My own parents had stayed in Chicago for the rest of the summer, so a nice home cooked meal, made by someone other then me, would defiantly beat whatever instant food if inevitably end up eating tonight.
"Sounds great." I tell her, turning to face her, with a smile. Jarring the wheel of the car to the right to make a turn into her street.
She lives in a big house in the country side of New Jersey, about 15 minutes out of where I lived if you took the right streets. Her parents were cool as heck, I'd told them most of the things I hadn't told my parents. They'd fed me countless meals in high school, and always put a roof over my head when I needed it. …show more content…
Being best friends with Heidi taught me to always pack an overnight bag, I never knew what the night had in store with her. I never minded though, party was always on my mind.
"Wendy! David! Kimberly is here!" I'd wondered sometimes why Heidi referred to her parents on a first name basses. However, I figured it was for my own