Jerry's Cousin // Jack Brewer X OC

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||THE CHOSEN ONE||

|CAMI

"What is taking Jerry so long? We're gonna miss the movie," Eddie pointed out as I was smooshed between Rudy and Jack in the front. Because of limited space, we had to improvise. 4 people would be in the back and 3 people would be in the front. As I said, I was in between Jack and Rudy, but more on top of Jack than anything. My legs were bent on Jack's lap and I was leaning on the side of Rudy's seat. As unsafe as this is, we haven't gotten questioned or crashed yet.

"We're going to see a movie?" Kim asked.

"You guys told us we were going to get pizza!" I finished. Me and Kim don't exactly agree with the movie choices the boys make, so we don't go with them often. Actually, at all.

"That's because if we told you we were going to see Secret Agent Moose, you wouldn't have wanted to go," Jack replied.

"It's a moose that's a secret agent. What part of that is interesting?" I deadpanned. Jerry danced his way to the car, happily.

"Where have you been?" Eddie asked.

"Check out my necklace. Yeah, I got it from one of those crane machines," Jerry nodded. "That's a moon rock bro. From the moon."

"You believe that rock's from the moon?" Kim asked.

"It's probably just coal on a string they put into a lousy machine for chumps like you to spend all your money on," I sighed.

"Oh great. Now I'm boxed in by a car full of bald dudes," Rudy groaned. "Jerry, tell me how much room I have."

"Cami. Legs," Jack said, indicating for me to lift them so he could put on his seatbelt. "All clear." I set them back down.

"Oh. Come on back Rudy, you got plenty of room," I heard Jerry say. "Little more. Little more." The car hit the bumper of the other car. "That's good."

"Ok, that was not my fault," Rudy insisted as I released my death grip on Jack. I saw my nails left red crescents on his skin making me look at him apologetically as I rubbed them comfortingly. "Oh great. Now they're gettin' out." Rudy patted me and Jack's shoulders. "They look like Shaolin Warriors. Where'd they go?"

"What are Shaolin Warriors?" Eddie asked. The warriors jumped onto our car causing us all to scream and for me to huddle into Jack.

"Those a Shaolin Warriors," Rudy answered, pointing at the dudes on our car. I shouldn't have agreed to go get pizza.

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"This picture on you driver's license does not look like you," one Shaolin Warrior pointed out. We all were back at our dojo, trying to sort out a couple things with the Shaolin Warriors.

"Well, I just wanted to look good for the picture, so I got a few highlights in my hair," Rudy responded.

"Oh," the Shaolin Warrior nodded before speaking in a foreign language to his friends before laughing. Jack looked at me, confused to which I just shrugged. Rudy snatched his card back.

"I hope we did not startle you when we jumped on your car," another Shaolin Warrior spoke.

"No we get it. As a Shaolin Warrior, you're conditioned to react to the vibrations in your environment," Kim assured.

"That and we thought Mr. Highlights was going to pull smash and dash," the previous Shaolin Warrior said.

"Yeah, he does seem like the guy who might do that," I nodded earning terms of agreement from the Warriors.