I’m surprised my parents bought my lie. I rush Kylie to drive before they change their minds. I can’t risk them asking anymore questions.

“What did you even say to your parents?” Kylie asks, her lips glossy. Kylie is a lucky girl; she has free spirited parents. Well, technically they don’t care what she does as long as she stays out of the press. Unless it has her doing a good deed with me, of course.

“I’m over someone’s house, then a church retreat. Let’s not talk about that. Where are we going?”

“California.”

“Uh, what? Do we even have that kind of gas money?”

“Mhm. Cali gets people famous and that’s what I need. Away from my parents’ fame,”

“And what the hell are we going to do for gas money?”

“Don’t you mean what the heavens?” Kylie jokes. I glance an evil stare in her direction before we both chuckle. Suddenly, almost as if I’m not worried enough, the people I want least to be in contact with call me phone.

My parents.