"Catra's, Wentworth. So you know how to get there and let KC see where it is." Angie all but sang. She flopped an arm around the shoulder of the closest of the three as if nothing to it, as she considered all friends. "And remind me to tell daddy I need to get my fishing license renewed before Thursday afternoon. We're planning a camping trip... Which I already told him."
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The next day, Catra's dad dropped her off practically in front of Zara with a scolding, "I'm serious, Cat. Both of you, or you can't."
"Dad! My cousin will even try to boss Angie around!" Catra complained, getting out.
"If none of you are 19... Your cousin goes or you don't! End of discussion! I don't know about these three from Poseidon High School! But none of you three from Oak Bridge are! Now... Go enjoy your movie. And remember. Ages." Mr. Julianne growled.
Catra solemnly stepped out and sighed, clutching her cat ear helmet. "Thank you, Zara for the helmet." Must have been something else she was told. Thank Zara again in front of Dad. "I guess you heard... So... Um... Are you 19?" She could see, barely (as her head was down), KC. "And show Dad proof if you are."
Angie jumped out as the limo parked right behind Catra's Dad. "Oh, good heavens! That car..." She groaned.
Lila and Polly popped up out of seemingly nowhere. Lila nodded to Angie. "Yes, yes. Fashion nightmare. But unless you're 19, you can't say anything to him about it. And no fair sending Wentworth."
The sickly pea green little sedan with rust spots was pretty much the eyesore of Littleton. Angie huffed her understanding. "Wentworth, be a dear..." She gave a smirk only Wentworth and Poseidon High Schoolers knew all too well as she handed him a card with a number on it. Once back at the mansion's garage... That car would be sent to the Julianne family. "Yes. I know Daddy will dock my allowance, but isn't that worth that eyesore disappearing from Littleton streets? It'll ONLY be for three months, well... Twelve weeks." She wagged a finger at him, "And if I start complaining ten weeks in, like last time, remind me of the rule. It's twelve."