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Ugh gross. *Nsync. That is just so wrong.
Lela turned off the radio and slipped her AC/DC CD into the CD player of her car. She made an easy right turn into her friend Bea’s driveway and honked the horn twice to get her friends attention. She watched in amusement as she walked out of the door, her over-protective father asking when she would be home from work that night.
“Dad, don’t worry! I’m staying at Lela’s tonight anyway, it’s no big deal!”
“Ok, I will see you then. Good bye Beatrice.”
Her father had said as he closed the door behind his daughter. Bea walked down the small sidewalk to the front passenger seat of Lela’s car. Lela unlocked the door, welcoming her friend once she was situated.
“So tonight’s the night we get off work early to go to Leisure Lanes to go glow
bowling, right?” Bea asked helping herself to the gum sitting in Lela’s ashtray.
“Yea, I told Adam that we would meet him there around 9:00. He’s going to pick
up Glenn before then too. I can’t wait to kick their a**es at bowling tonight,”she replied, cruising down the street to the Barn Door. They were lucky enough to have Lela’s dad let them both work there. He owned the place and thought it was great that his daughter and her friend wanted to work for him in the restaurant. They were 18, so by him, it was ok that they were waitresses.
“Ha, ya. I mean, they beat us every time. It’s time that they got beat.” There was a long pause in the conversation where Lela bobbed her head and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel to “Highway to Hell”, and where Bea slowly reached into her small back pack to get out her *Nsync CD. She had gotten as far as taking out the CD and reaching over to Lela’s CD player to push Open to change
the music. Lela knew Bea hated her music.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” Lela asked with a sly smile knowingEXACTLY what her friend was up to.
“Oh!” Bea said caught in the act. “I was just, uh…looking at the lyrics.”
“Ya, right. Listen hun, we’re here anyway, so on the way to the lane, ok? If it will get you pumped to kick butt, whatever. But not now, kay?” Lela said pulling into her usual spot in the employee parking lot.
“Fine.” Bea said defeated, opening the car door and straightening her white button down shirt. Lela did likewise, only checking her shoulder-length light brown hair in the rearview mirror also. Her friend laughed at this, and she just glared back. The two ran across the street and entered through the back doors to punch in their time cards.