Lindy looked down at her dying phone one more time. Not that she had any notifications– because she didn’t–she just needed something to do. She had let her friend Ethan drag her off to Mesa to hand with some friends and their stooped up cars. She didn’t want to tell her friend that she was bored out of her mind, tired and a little frustrated so she just kept mindlessly scrolling through twitter and Pinterest.
All night she had listened to her friend Ethan and his friends talk car to one another and she could barely keep up. V6 verses V8, manifolds, VTEC engines and IFO. Lindy liked to drive, and she could drift her fathers old 98 Miata like a pro on the mountain passes up towards Prescott but she didn’t know anything more than to check her oil every 3000 miles and to never ever leave an automatic in neutral.
Guns. Guns and computers–that was a topic the small blonde could school every male here in, but no one brought up firing pins or core processors. It was all catalytic converters, exhaust systems and burnouts.
“Can we go now?” Lindy whispered to Ethan after stifling a yawn.
“Don’t tell me your tired already?” her dark headed friend teased, nudging her with his shoulder.
They had been sitting on the passenger side of Ethan’s car, Lindy in the seat with her feet handing out the door and Ethan perched on the edge of the door frame just beside her.
“No, tired was two hours ago, now I’m just cranky.” Lindy felt like this was a reasonable request, it was already two A.M. and she had a big day of shopping planned for the next day. Ethan laughed.
“Nah man,” Ethan’s friend replied getting to his feet. “I gotta head home myself, Mace is gonna be pissed if I stay out all night again.”
Ethan stood to shake his friends hand, “Alright Man, it was good seein ya!”
“Bye!” Lindy called as, Kade, Ethan’s friend got into his old yellow Honda SR and spun out of the parking lot.
Ethan shook his head as he rounded the front of his Honda Civic SI, “Show off.”
The drive back to Scottsdale was anything but boring, and Ethan tool the long way round back to the 202 just to watch Lindy cackle as he serenaded her with every R. Kelley song Spotify would play.
The dark haired car fanatic mumbled profanities to himself as he eased up the hill to Lindy’s villa on Harvard street.
“Why didn’t you take the Hayden entrance, goof?”
“Because the park entrance is prettier,” Ethan replied once he eased his lowered car up onto the road.
Lindy chuckled and shook her head. She noticed that the lights were still on inside her small villa, her grandmother must still be awake.
“Thanks for tonight,” Lindy said, “I enjoyed it.”
“No you didn’t,” Ethan smiled, “But thanks for coming.”
Lindy flashed her brilliant white teeth. “Your welcome.”
Lindy said her goodbyes and let herself out of the car. As she neared her door she heart Ethan exit the car as well. Shit, shit, shit! She thought to herself. What is he doing?
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing you goodnight,” Ethan replied.
Kiss? Ethan and Lindy had only met a few weeks ago–at work. This wasn’t supposed to be a date, why would he kiss her? Lindy’s heart began to race inside her chest. Not that she didn’t want Ethan to kiss her, it’s just that they worked together and it would be weird and awkward and all the other bad things her Grandmother had warned her about. But before the blonde could protest Ethan planted the most awkward, but sweetest kiss on her cheek, probably because she was still halfway facing her door then sashayed back to his car and zoomed off.
“Thought this wasn’t a date?” Lindy’s grandmother inquired playfully from the couch.
“It wasn’t supposed to be,” Lindy confessed, plopping down on the grey couch beside her dad’s mother.
“He obviously thought it was.”
“What are you even doing awake?”
Lindy’s grandmother looked at her with amusement, “I wanted to be awake to say ‘I told you so’.”
“Are you happy now?”
“Good, then go to bed.”
“Don’t give me attitude little one,” her grandmother chastised.
“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.” her grandmother replied as she got to her feet and headed up the stairs to her loft. “Don’t forget we’re meeting Andie at ten! Goodnight !”
With a loud sigh, Lindy peeled herself off the couch and went to her room. She found her grandmother’s cat, Pepper, sprawled out on her duvet. Lindy must have woken her when she pushed the bedroom door open and Pepper looked at Lindy with disgust.
“Oh, don’t look at me that way,” Lindy snapped. Pepper blinked lethargically and set her head back down on the duvet. Pepper. was going to be extra annoyed when Lindy tried to crawl into bed.
“Lindy!” Lindy’s grandmother cried the next morning from the kitchen.
“Ma’am?” Lindy was still in her room, trying to brush the dry shampoo out of her blonde hair. It wasn’t going very well.
“We’re leaving in ten minutes! Are you going to drink this or what?” The blonde had completely forgotten about the coffee she poured herself earlier that morning.
“I’ll take it with me!” Lindy replied as she pulled the top half of her hair into a messy top knot.
Shopping in Scottsdale was a big deal. Fashion Square was the largest mall in the state and the people of Scottsdale (Snottsdale) were very proud of it. The mall was practically it’s own city, located in the center of town just north of Old Town and Lindy had every intention of spending the whole day cruising the mall with her adorable grandmother and slightly famous auntie. She couldn’t go wearing just anything, but she had little options seeing as she hadn’t done laundry in two weeks. She had planned on doing it last night, but Ethan hadn’t told her they would be out so late.
The small blonde, finished with her hair, pulled on a classic white shirt and a dark green plaid mini skirt and rushed out of her bedroom to grab her shoes. The grunge look was her go to on rushed mornings, it also went very well with yesterday’s eyeliner and the vegan doc martins she left by the back door.
Her grandmother commended her on her 15 minute ensemble then rushed her out the back door to the car port where Lindy’s aunt’s range rover waited for them.
“So, who’s this Ethan and when do I get to meet him?” Lindy’s Aunt Andie asked playfully as she slammed the back passenger door closed.
Lindy gave her grandmother a ferocious look. “Grandma!”
Lindy shook her head, “He’s a friend, and there’s nothing to tell. Can we please just go shopping?”
“You should invite him for lunch! I made reservations at the Four Winds, one more won’t be a problem.”
“I’m not bringing a guy from work to meet my grandmother and aunt from Vegas.”
“Ashamed of us are you?” My grandmother asked, smining a devilish smile through the rearview mirror.
“Not at all. The two of you are intimidating is all.”
“How am I intimidating?”
I looked at my aunt with sarcastic eyes. She was beautiful, naturally ash blonde, high cheekbones, glowing skin, fake double d’s and legs for days. She was a model for crying out loud and her husband owned two clubs in Vegas and a security company. If the Range Rover didn’t spell it out for you, then her two Lexus’s and five bedroom house might. My grandmother had aged, but was still beautiful. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a french twist that she magically did herself, her perfect white teeth could blind a cop in the next lane if they caught the Arizona sun just right and she strutted around in her Jimmy Choo’s like every carpet was the red carpet. The two of them had lived in Scottsdale their whole lives and it showed.
Andie got my drift and rolled her eyes, “If he could handle a night out with you, I think he can handle lunch with the two of us, now call him.”
My aunt Andie had this look, it was terrifying yet humorous. And it’s how she always got her way. My dad says I have the look, but mine was nothing compared to hers. So I took out my phone, dialed Ethan’s number an invited him to lunch.