"Give me the car key, I'll drive." I request Zoey as we stride to the parking lot and she shakes her head.
"You are a slow driver and we need to get to your friend ASAP." She says, unlocking the white Aston Martin with the remote in her hands.
I should have guessed that Zoey was here when I saw this car earlier, Aston Martin was always her dream car.
"The last time I checked, you were worse than me."
"That was four years ago, Mickey. Get in the damn car." She tells me while she ambles to the driver's seat and yes, Zoey just used her nickname for me.
Mickey.
We used to watch Mickey mouse together when we were little, and I would call her my Minnie and I was her Mickey. It's needless to say that the names stuck...until now.
I used to really like her, but I think it was more of a bo
