Subaru Meme Novels & Stories

The police cars were already slowing down because they knew that it was futile. There was no way they would be able to beat a Subaru sport in a straight-line race. "Boss, we have passed them!" The driver said happily. He kept on looking behind with a large smile on his face. "Good, let's get out of here," the boss sounded rather American.

, I told her. Meme does her typical clapping hands dance before hopping into the driver’s seat of the Subaru. Jonny follows behind Meme, and when he pulls into the driveway he says, “are you fucking serious? It’s even bigger than Spin’s house”! I giggle and say, “ I know! Wait until you see what’s in the garage”!

she said. “For the last time, my name isn’t purple hair. Call me Subaru, okay? It's really annoying when people call me that.” Mika began to tap her pockets as if searching for something and came up with a long, handmade necklace. Handing it to me, she said, “Big Bro Subaru, please keep this necklace. It’s a good luck charm. You will not get hurt.”

—Mom's nickname for the big four-wheel-drive SUV, "We'd have given up if we had your weenie-mobile." "Mother, it's a Subaru, they are designed for roads like this." At that point, the big truck was straddling the hump in the road and occasionally the belly rubbed the dirt. Mom looked at me, "Oh yeah? That little thing would be stuck on this hump like a cheerleader fucking a fat man." Coke spewed out of my mouth all over the dashboard. Mom roared as I wiped the dash with a paper towel. "Who are you, and what have you done with my button-down mother?"

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

, she says sadly, and hugs Amory. “Courtney, Rich, let’s go”, Amory orders. “What about me?” Meme whines. “Okay Mems, I’ll let Spin know to have Mikey pick you up at the lake house. Let’s go”, she adds. Meme does her typical clapping hands dance before hopping into the driver’s seat of the Subaru. I followed behind Meme, and when we pulled into the circular driveway I couldn’t stop myself from commenting, “are you fucking serious? It’s even bigger than Spin’s house”!

His is a silver Subaru with a tiny dent in the bumper. I sit in my car for a second, heat blasting. My phone buzzes. Mom: Did you return the fondue set? Susan will ask. I ignore it, put the car in reverse, and follow Jackson’s Subaru out of the lot. He signals at every turn. Drives exactly the speed limit. It’s annoyingly endearing. Five minutes later we’re parked side by side at Mel’s Diner. The neon sign flickers like it’s on life support. Half the letters are burned out. It reads “M L 'S IN R.”