"You like?" he asked cockily before driving out of the long driveway.
"You even have to ask. This is awesome!" I exclaimed and he laughed. He turned on the radio and Kendrick Lamar's 'King Kunta' came on.
"Nice." I simply said and started rapping along to the words.
"I thought you were going to say it's weird." He admitted shyly as his head absentmindedly bobbed.
"Oh, it is. But I don't really feel like stating the obvious today." I said and a blanket of silence fell over us. The only thing that was heard was the soft murmur of the G Wagon and the hip hop beat of Kendrick Lamar. The air was thick in tension, and I couldn't say that I was surprised.
"So how come you never learned how to drive?" he asked after a few beats.
"My dad tried to teach me one day. I was horrible; I even drove into our garage door."
"Was the car okay?" he asked in shock. Boys.
"Yeah, I lived hey! I didn't puncture a lung or anything. Thanks for the concern Principal Matthews."
