You Call This Dinner?Oh summer time, good ÃÂol summer time. ItÃÂs true, the best days of our lives growing up happen during summer. My best friend and I, Jordan, whom I grew up with ever since I was 3, always go on a road trip the first seven days of summer, starting the second we get out of school. It is never planned where to until the day we depart for a new journey, a new memory, and a wild adventure. This summer, our road trip is much needed, seeing that he has been so wrapped up in the whole ÃÂboyfriend girlfriendÃÂ scene, we donÃÂt really get our, what we like to call ÃÂJLoÃÂ time (Jordan and Lauren time).
After I got out of school I headed straight home so I could gather everything I needed for the next week with Jordan and some things to keep me occupied in the car instead of listening to him pretend heÃÂs ÃÂgangsterÃÂ and trying to rap, although it can be quite amusing at times.
IÃÂm in my garage with the garage door open, gathering bags, blankets, snacks, entertainment, and extra pillow and whatnot and I can hear Jordan from a block away screaming ÃÂWHOOOOO!ÃÂ with his head half way out the window. HeÃÂs not too fond of school, so when itÃÂs over, itÃÂs an interesting scene.
ÃÂKieny! Ready for JLo time girl?ÃÂ Jordan asked me with much exhilaration.
ÃÂIs that a question? I look forward to our trip every year!ÃÂ I replied with a sarcastic, snotty tone.
I piled everything we needed for the week into the back of his car, closed my garage, and sprinted into his car.
ÃÂI canÃÂt believe you havenÃÂt even asked where we are gonna go this year,ÃÂ Jordan said in disbelief.
ÃÂI canÃÂt believe Lyndee isnÃÂt FREAKIN out right now,ÃÂ I responded. Jordan gave me a weird look with one eye brow up and I immediately reacted as if I didnÃÂt mean what I just said and acted surprised with the words that came out of my mouth.
I shrugged my shoulders and threw my hands up. ÃÂSorry,ÃÂ I said so innocently.
ÃÂSo where are we going Jay?ÃÂÃÂKansas City baby!ÃÂÃÂTight! DidnÃÂt we go there like three, four years back?ÃÂ I asked, but didnÃÂt really care. I love road trips to Kansas City.
ÃÂHey before we hit the hop on the interstate, what do you say we get an early dinner? My treat. LikeÃÂ a friendly date,ÃÂ Jordan asked me. It sounded nice. We used to go out to dinner all the time. I donÃÂt know what happened with that. Oh wait, yes I do. Lyndee. DonÃÂt get me wrong, I donÃÂt like Jordan, I just donÃÂt like Lyndee.
ÃÂYeah, that sounds good, surprise me,ÃÂ I told him.
After a few minutes, I notice that he is pulling into the Sonic drive thru. A million thoughts are going through my head at this point and a smirk appears on my face, ÃÂDinner? My treat? Good treat Jay.ÃÂ He would do something like this.
ÃÂWelcome to ArbyÃÂs what can I get for you today?ÃÂ The lady asked. She sounded bored to tears.