“You kinda like me?” He smirked to himself as he neared the restaurant he was planning on taking her. He didn’t know if that was her subtle way of admitting that she was, in fact, beginning to take a liking for him or if it was her attempt at kindness. He parked his car and stopped the engine, pulling the keys out of the ignition. He laughed and turned to look at her. “Kidding. I like you too… I feel like I’m at home when I’m with you.” He smiled. Starla was everything he was looking for in a girl: sweet, funny, athletic, smart and a vibrant personality in general but of course he wasn’t going to tell her that. Not yet, at least. “Come on, let’s go get our grub on, as you like to call it.” He laughed and opened the door, hopping out and waiting for her to do the same.

She laughed and watched as he opened his door, she couldn’t help but to smile when he did, well basically anything. She opened her door and hopped out, walking around to the front of the car to join him. “So, what kind of restaurant is this anyway?” She asked as she looked at the building. 

isaac-chandler:

starlasummers:

isaac-chandler:

starlasummers:

He inserted his car key into the ignition and turned his wrist, listening to the engine spew to life. He absolutely loved the whirring noise that his precious car made, it was a sound he would never become tired of. He gripped the wheel and laughed, turning to look at her once again. He ran a hand through his dark hair before returning it to the wheel. “I guess you could say that. My parents like to…” he squinted his eyes, searching for the most suitable words to phrase his thoughts. “to flaunt their wealth.” He smiled and rolled out of the parking lot and onto the street. “They’re great though… my parents. They’re not narcissistic at all despite them enjoying bragging rights to their luxuries.” He lived in one of the most high-income areas in the states so there wasn’t much showing off he or his parents could do anyways. In fact, most of the kids at school owned much more than he did but he never complained or really minded for that matter. 

“I’m sure.” She said with a smile, turning her gaze towards the road in front of them. “So did you grow up in a big house? Butlers and nannys and all that stuff?” She was quite curious about how it was for him, was it as luxurious as the movies a made it seem? She had grown up in an average sized home with an under-average income family, but she never went without.

He laughed at her assumptions, taking a mental note of bringing her back to Jersey with him for a little visit. “Bigger than average house… a few nannys growing up. They came in whenever my parents were out, which was often” He smiled, remembering how hard of a time he’d give his nannys as a child. He did it on purpose too, it wasn’t like he had a bad temper as a kid. He liked toying with the adults that surrounded him considering he was an only child, but he loved his nannys nonetheless. “We had a butler once… mom fired the dude.” He laughed and squinted his eyes. “Never told me why though and I knew better than to ask.” He shrugged a bit and glanced over at her. “What about you? Give me a verbal MTV cribs tour of your house,” he smirked.

She laughed and then turned in her seat as she worked up the best valley girl voice she could. “Okay-like, HAAY MTV welcome to mah crib! This is like, the entrance and stuff…and then we have like our family room where we kick it. Then you got the kitchen were we totes grubb out okay! And Like, in the back, those are where the magic happens, you know, like the bedrooms and stuff! Totally rad, am I right?” she laughed and then shook her head. “Average house, honestly.”

He burst out laughing as she went on with an annoyingly humorous voice. He was still laughing in between his words as he turned to look at her once they’ve stopped at a red light. “Like, totally!” he mimicked in falsetto. He smirked and tilted his head slightly. “You’re lucky. Affluence isn’t as glamorous as the movies make it to be. I think living in a standard house sounds perfect.” He smiled and turned to look at the road, crossing the intersection as the streetlights flashed green.

“I think it is.” She said with a smile. “You know, I kinda like you Isaac….I mean you’re really easy to get along with, despite our very different backgrounds.” She moistened her lips as she spoke, she wasn’t exactly sure why she was telling him this anyway. Maybe it was because she hadn’t had this much fun with a boy in quite some time.

isaac-chandler:

starlasummers:

He inserted his car key into the ignition and turned his wrist, listening to the engine spew to life. He absolutely loved the whirring noise that his precious car made, it was a sound he would never become tired of. He gripped the wheel and laughed, turning to look at her once again. He ran a hand through his dark hair before returning it to the wheel. “I guess you could say that. My parents like to…” he squinted his eyes, searching for the most suitable words to phrase his thoughts. “to flaunt their wealth.” He smiled and rolled out of the parking lot and onto the street. “They’re great though… my parents. They’re not narcissistic at all despite them enjoying bragging rights to their luxuries.” He lived in one of the most high-income areas in the states so there wasn’t much showing off he or his parents could do anyways. In fact, most of the kids at school owned much more than he did but he never complained or really minded for that matter. 

“I’m sure.” She said with a smile, turning her gaze towards the road in front of them. “So did you grow up in a big house? Butlers and nannys and all that stuff?” She was quite curious about how it was for him, was it as luxurious as the movies a made it seem? She had grown up in an average sized home with an under-average income family, but she never went without.

He laughed at her assumptions, taking a mental note of bringing her back to Jersey with him for a little visit. “Bigger than average house… a few nannys growing up. They came in whenever my parents were out, which was often” He smiled, remembering how hard of a time he’d give his nannys as a child. He did it on purpose too, it wasn’t like he had a bad temper as a kid. He liked toying with the adults that surrounded him considering he was an only child, but he loved his nannys nonetheless. “We had a butler once… mom fired the dude.” He laughed and squinted his eyes. “Never told me why though and I knew better than to ask.” He shrugged a bit and glanced over at her. “What about you? Give me a verbal MTV cribs tour of your house,” he smirked.

She laughed and then turned in her seat as she worked up the best valley girl voice she could. “Okay-like, HAAY MTV welcome to mah crib! This is like, the entrance and stuff…and then we have like our family room where we kick it. Then you got the kitchen were we totes grubb out okay! And Like, in the back, those are where the magic happens, you know, like the bedrooms and stuff! Totally rad, am I right?” she laughed and then shook her head. “Average house, honestly.”

He inserted his car key into the ignition and turned his wrist, listening to the engine spew to life. He absolutely loved the whirring noise that his precious car made, it was a sound he would never become tired of. He gripped the wheel and laughed, turning to look at her once again. He ran a hand through his dark hair before returning it to the wheel. “I guess you could say that. My parents like to…” he squinted his eyes, searching for the most suitable words to phrase his thoughts. “to flaunt their wealth.” He smiled and rolled out of the parking lot and onto the street. “They’re great though… my parents. They’re not narcissistic at all despite them enjoying bragging rights to their luxuries.” He lived in one of the most high-income areas in the states so there wasn’t much showing off he or his parents could do anyways. In fact, most of the kids at school owned much more than he did but he never complained or really minded for that matter. 

“I’m sure.” She said with a smile, turning her gaze towards the road in front of them. “So did you grow up in a big house? Butlers and nannys and all that stuff?” She was quite curious about how it was for him, was it as luxurious as the movies a made it seem? She had grown up in an average sized home with an under-average income family, but she never went without.

isaac-chandler:

starlasummers:

He rolled his eyes as he approached her. “Whatever. I had to search through all my bags for something decent to wear, alright?” He laughed and nodded sheepishly. “I guess so. Gotta hit the gym more often than I already do then.” He smiled and spun around 180 degrees and pointed to a white Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder parked in the corner of the parking lot. “Yep. Right there. C’mon.” He gestured to her and began walking to his car, waiting for her to follow. 

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She felt the smile fade from her face as she saw his car. “That’s your car?” She asked, feeling intimidated. She had never taken a ride in a car that nice before. She felt pretty inadequate. “I mean.. nice.” She quickly said, she didn’t want to sound like she felt. She smiled again and then walked towards it, thinking about how it was good she wasn’t dating. Things would never work between them anyway, they were from two different worlds. Not that she had considered being with him or anything like that…and the internal struggle continues.

“Sure is.” He sensed the slight insecurity in her voice and turned his head to look at her. “Hey, it’s fine. We’ll ride with the top up if you’re afraid your hair’s gonna get messed up,” he teased with a playful grin. He pulled out his car keys and unlocked the doors as they neared his car and slid into the driver’s seat. He shifted his position a bit and pulled his seatbelt over his chest and buckled up, waiting for her to do the same. 

She hopped in, closing the door and smelling the expensive leather interior. She fastened her seat belt and then turned, smiling at him. “Are you a trust-fund baby?” She asked, squinting her eyes at him. She couldn’t resist asking, she liked giving him a hard time.

He rolled his eyes as he approached her. “Whatever. I had to search through all my bags for something decent to wear, alright?” He laughed and nodded sheepishly. “I guess so. Gotta hit the gym more often than I already do then.” He smiled and spun around 180 degrees and pointed to a white Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder parked in the corner of the parking lot. “Yep. Right there. C’mon.” He gestured to her and began walking to his car, waiting for her to follow. 

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She felt the smile fade from her face as she saw his car. “That’s your car?” She asked, feeling intimidated. She had never taken a ride in a car that nice before. She felt pretty inadequate. “I mean.. nice.” She quickly said, she didn’t want to sound like she felt. She smiled again and then walked towards it, thinking about how it was good she wasn’t dating. Things would never work between them anyway, they were from two different worlds. Not that she had considered being with him or anything like that…and the internal struggle continues.