My Little Bird

PT Cruiser

"Oh," Dalton said awkwardly.

the car was silent. An old pt cruiser pulled out in front of us and it immediately started smelling terrible.

"UGH! pt cruiser, more like P U CRUISER!!!" Dalton said, trying to change the subject. But Louis was still going on about what he had heard. "Then we got bored and left. Then a couple of minutes later, we heard sighing and moaning...could you pretty please with a cherry on top explain that to your little brother, Calista?" Louis asked, being as mischievous as ever. "Yes, I would love to! I had stubbed my toe on his bed and he checked my leg for circulation and I kicked him in the corduroys! Then he started massaging my foot and it felt like heaven and I told him not to stop! Thank you very much!" I said madly, forgetting that I was in Dalton's car. Honestly, that is exactly what happened! I would never lie to my brother!

"Oh! Thank you, I thought you both fell in his closet of dark death!" "What?" I asked.

"His closet of dark death. Did he not show you?

His closet has a black hole of death." He explained. "Mmmmmhmmmmm" I said, partly pretending that I believed him. "Interesting!"

"Yeah, it is actually" he said, nodding his head. "But have you guys noticed that this car ride is FRIGGIN BORING!?"

"Yes, indeed" Dalton said with a very poorly done British accent. "Oh wow your TERRIBLE at that!" I said, "OMG, do you have any better accents?"

"Erm, yeah!" he said and coughed into his arm, clearing his throat, "There aren't any bears in New Zealand. Mostly Domesticated animals. FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS!!!" he said in a, may I say, AMAZING New Zealand accent. It sounded just like it!