Stacy drove like she had smoked the summer night heat. She, Mariah, and even Carol were singing aloud to Taylor Swift's music that was currently playing in the car.

It felt like I was their audience, observing the three girls more than I was participating. Stacy sang off tune at some point and I laughed.

“You are bad at singing, Stacy!” I shouted and she gave me the middle finger with the other hand that wasn’t gripping the stirring wheel while she continued to sing aloud.

I so much ...