Sydney

It took approximately an hour for me to get ready and Maeve to drag my ass into her car.

And within seconds, I was in the passenger seat listening to her scream along to some corny rap blasting through the speakers while she beat one hand against the steering wheel in what I was sure was at least three kinds of illegal.

And honestly, it was kind of funny at first.

Her accent slipped out every other sentence, she missed half the lyrics, and somehow she still sang like she’d written the song herself.

God, I wished I had her energy.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the Parks’...