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Trip to NYC
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,182
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Rhiannon
Rhiannon
I own all these characters and now 15 cents so there! :P
"Gus is gone?!" Zak shrieked, a panicked look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm pretty pissed, too," I replied, straightening out my hair. I'd kill for a hairband.
Zak clumsily put the key in the ignition, trying desperately to hold back sobs.
I didn't have time to wait for him to calm down. "You want *me* to drive?"
"No," he sniffled, wiping at his nose. "I'll be fine."
I gave him a skeptical look and turned to the dashboard. Ah! A hairband! Probably Gus's, but he'd get it back when I went to save him. Shouldn't be too hard, should it?
But, Jesus, when I put that damn thing in my hair, Zak started bawling again! Nearly crashed into a guardrail while he was at it.
"Give me that damn wheel!" I shouted, pushing Zak into the passenger seat. God, all this over a damn hairband.
True, I didn't have a liscense, but I wasn't all bad a driver. Just took off to a jumpy start.
By now, Zak had stopped crying and had the strangest expression on his face. I think it was...fear.
"Please slow down!" he was begging.
"I'm going a perfectly good speed," I argued. "Only five about the limit."
"Whoa! Look out!"
I turned forward to see what had made Zak cry out. Kaspar, the stupid bastard.
Did he really expect me to stop? Not likely.
"Rhiannon! Brake it!" Zak shouted.
"And do what?!" I yelled back with equal vigor. "Climb out and shake his hand?"
Right before I nearly barreled into Kaspar, Zak grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the right.
"Damnit!" I cried, slamming on the brakes.
Hence ending the scariest donut of my life.
The passenger was suddenly jerked open. Zak yelped as he was yanked from his seat to be thrown in a greasy mud puddle.
Kaspar climbed in, saying one word: "Drive."
I complied, sighing. Wasn't much I could do in the tiny space of the Taurus. I guess Zak would have to wait two days, after all.
"So, where we off to, mon capitan?" I asked, with my usual sarcasm.
"New York City," he replied.
"Excellant!" I said, false cheerfulness in my voice. "I was just about to ask you for directions."
I own all these characters and now 15 cents so there! :P
"Gus is gone?!" Zak shrieked, a panicked look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm pretty pissed, too," I replied, straightening out my hair. I'd kill for a hairband.
Zak clumsily put the key in the ignition, trying desperately to hold back sobs.
I didn't have time to wait for him to calm down. "You want *me* to drive?"
"No," he sniffled, wiping at his nose. "I'll be fine."
I gave him a skeptical look and turned to the dashboard. Ah! A hairband! Probably Gus's, but he'd get it back when I went to save him. Shouldn't be too hard, should it?
But, Jesus, when I put that damn thing in my hair, Zak started bawling again! Nearly crashed into a guardrail while he was at it.
"Give me that damn wheel!" I shouted, pushing Zak into the passenger seat. God, all this over a damn hairband.
True, I didn't have a liscense, but I wasn't all bad a driver. Just took off to a jumpy start.
By now, Zak had stopped crying and had the strangest expression on his face. I think it was...fear.
"Please slow down!" he was begging.
"I'm going a perfectly good speed," I argued. "Only five about the limit."
"Whoa! Look out!"
I turned forward to see what had made Zak cry out. Kaspar, the stupid bastard.
Did he really expect me to stop? Not likely.
"Rhiannon! Brake it!" Zak shouted.
"And do what?!" I yelled back with equal vigor. "Climb out and shake his hand?"
Right before I nearly barreled into Kaspar, Zak grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the right.
"Damnit!" I cried, slamming on the brakes.
Hence ending the scariest donut of my life.
The passenger was suddenly jerked open. Zak yelped as he was yanked from his seat to be thrown in a greasy mud puddle.
Kaspar climbed in, saying one word: "Drive."
I complied, sighing. Wasn't much I could do in the tiny space of the Taurus. I guess Zak would have to wait two days, after all.
"So, where we off to, mon capitan?" I asked, with my usual sarcasm.
"New York City," he replied.
"Excellant!" I said, false cheerfulness in my voice. "I was just about to ask you for directions."