It's around 9pm on a Sunday night, and you're waiting for your Uber to come pick you up. 9pm turns into 9:18 turns into 9:40 and then 10pm. You check the app and see that your phone is literally not working, you have zero bars, and you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, and you were all ready late for your older brother, Mikey's leave away party he was leaving for a whole year!

You let out a loud scoff and call your brother, your very overprotective brother. He picked up with a groan as he asked what you wanted, but you had interrupted him and one if his side hoes..he grunts and sighs "Ya...I'll get you a ride...he'll be there in a few minutes.." You pause as you start to think what he meant by."He will be there," you try to say something, but he hangs up.

You sighed and sat down, waiting for about 5 minutes before an all black McLaren pulled up beside the bus spot. The windows were tinted, and the head lights were very bright, as it rolled up the passenger window rolled down..and not only was it was your brother's best friend...it was Matteo Damaris.

"Get in"