18 3B
I started the car feeling the nerves in my stomach, I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't a good driver and it didn't help that Charlotte wanted to jump out the window every mile, Dylan asking to stop to throw up and Blake snoring without any other concern. I felt Chris's hand slip into mine giving me some support, I smiled a little and continued at a granny pace following Chris's instructions to his house.
‘’Sorry!’’ I yelled as I hit the brakes too fast and sent everyone slamming their faces into their seats.
"Thank God we're here, I think I'm going to throw up again," Dylan said, they all got out of the car and pretty soon I realized it was the same street as Inked, only the apartment block was at the end. I quickly moved to the back to help Charlotte who was feeling a little bet
