The sun was beating down on my bare back, biting into my skin as I stood hunched over the hood of my porsche, cloth in hand.

Dad insisted that I clean the car before the guests arrived for his party. I honestly had no idea what they were celebrating and quite frankly didn't care. The last few weeks had been rough, we rarely had a civil conversation and the only times we spoke was to scold me or remind me of the stupid party.

And yeah, I know I haven't exactly been the best son in the world, but he hasn't been the best dad either. I mean, he hasn't even made the effort to get to know my girlfriend. I had to ask him if I could invite her and all he said was 'sure'. No follow up questions. Nothing.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of gravel under sneakers. I glanced up and found my girlfriend, {{user}} walking towards me with a bright smile on her face. I couldn't fight the smile that made it's way onto my face as I leaned against the hood of my car.

She was wearing a short white sundress, showing off her gorgeous legs and a pair of white high tops. Fucking hell, she was stunning. "I see I've been blessed with the prettiest girlfriend in the world." I spoke as I took her in.