!!Currently being rewritten into "It's Quiet In Beverly Hills. This version here is a little bit of a mess rn but I'll try to fix it as soon as possible and get the new book out!!
One night, Tatum get dragged into the ride of her nightmares. Everyon...
Ian reluctenly accepted to drive Wendy, Kevin and I to the drive in. I was in the passenger seat Wendy and Kevin were in the back."OK, those kids on Flight 180 died in accidents... in the order they would've died if they'd have stayed on the plane. OK? So if this is that, then... then Frankie was behind Ashlyn and Ashley." Kevin said
"When I saw Ashley and Ashlyn's picture... I felt this instinct. Like there was a hint in the picture." Wendy added.
"Well, what's Frankie's picture look like?" Ian sighed.
"It's right here." Wendy grabbed her bag to get the picture. "You got it?" Ian asked. "Yeah. Wait! Watch out!" Wendy yelled. We were about to crash into a truck but Ian was just in time to turn away.
"Sorry!" He called to the driver of the truck.
"All right, let's just eat over there. And go through the drive through. I don't want anyone hearing what we're talking about." Wendy said pointing at Andy's diner. "Well, it's nice to see that things haven't made you... any less of a control freak." Kevin noticed. Ian turned into the drive-in.
"You got it?" I asked Wendy. "Yeah, all right. Here's Frank's picture."
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"All right. Well, this is obvious. He's falling off a ladder." Ian said. "A rope ladder, though. Maybe he might hang." Wendy added.
"Look, or maybe it's not that literal. All right, what's... Could there be anything in these prizes?" I said. "Oh, what, like he's gonna get crushed by a giant Spongebob?" Ian raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Spongebob lives underwater." Kevin said. "It's so sad that you know that." Wendy raised her eyebrows at him and I laughed.
"All right. He won that tacky mud-flap girl chain... on this game, though, so... aren't those usually on those big 18 wheelers?" Ian said.
"Yeah. Yeah. God, I don't see it in this picture anywhere though." Kevin sighed. The car behind us honked as a signs that we could move. "All right! God. All right." Ian yelled and drove to the box were we could order.
"Uh, can I take your order?" The worker asked. "Yeah. What do you guys want?" Ian asked but I was to focussed on the box. The screen was glitching and the word control glitched out.
"Are you OK?" Ian grabbed my hand. The radio in the van started flipping through radio chanells.
"Please tell me there's a short in your wiring." a truck backed up to our side and we were stuck. "Whoa. Whoa. That guy's way too close to my van. Hey, you're too fucking close, man! Pull up! Hey!" Ian started yelling. Suddenly the radio played the song: Turn Around Look At Me
# There is someone #
"Stop! Stop!" We all yelled to try and stop the truck.
# Walking behind you #
"Watch out! shit! What the fuck?" Kevin yelled.
# Turn around # I turned around only to see the truck that we almost hit driving towards us.
"Oh, my God!" I yelled
# Look at me #
"Get out! Get out!" I yelled again. "What? What?" Wendy asked me. "Behind us! There's no one in that truck!" I tried to open the van's door but the truck was blocking me from opening it.
# Watching your footsteps #
"Shit! Hey! Pull up, man! Come on! Pull up!" Ian yelled at the person in the cabriolet infront of us but he flipped us off.
# Look at me. There is someone #
"Back up! Back up!" Kevin yelled at Ian but the car behind us was blocking our way.
# Who really loves you. Here's my heart #
"Watch your eyes! Watch your eyes! Come here!" Ian yelled as he pushed me down so I ducked and he kicked the front windshield out. The person behind us had backed out of the drive-in.
# In my hand. Turn around. Look at me #
"Come on. Let's go! Come on, come on, come on." Ian grabbed my hand and Kevin grabbed Wendy's. We jumped out of the van and onto the pavement. Just in time before the truck hit Ian's van. The momentum of the crash made the engine fly out of the van and into the head of the person in the cabriolet. Kevin sat up with a blood coverd, mud-flap girl necklace in his hand. He threw it down while we all stood up.
We walked closer to the car and saw that the engine fan was stuck in Frankie's head. Blood was everywhere! "Oh my God." I said with my hand infront of my mouth. Thank God I did that because the fan turned splashing Frankie's brain over to us and into our faces.
