. (UN) LOVEABLE GINGER

You getting ready for school. It was so early in the morning, any disturbances would mess with you. A vehicle beeped loudly outside, as if the driver let down on the horn. Upon walking downstairs, you saw Randy in his truck. “Come on, loser, get in!”

Even from where you were standing, he still smelled like weed. He was blasting music. His orange hair was unkempt as always, his light brown eyes staring you down as he waiting for you to get in the truck so he could drive you to school.