Jenny's POV
I decided that i was going to take my brother out for dinner, but not just trashy questionable food that i ate, but like real Japanese food. And let me tell you. It went shit. It was a fucking horrible disaster. Neither of us could understand the menu, in addition they served shit that was just way to not-plain for "fish and potato" people like us. We ended up escaping while they were waiting to take our order, and running away to burger king. That was a fucking success. Burger King saves the day again. So now -we're just sitting in my car eating fries. This is good. We needed some quality-time."ka nu da?"
(so what next?)
i asked my brother stuffing my face with fries covered in ketchup and way too much salt to be anywhere near healthy."du kan jo introduser mæ t de hærre garasjefolkan dine"
(well, you can introduce me to the garage people?)
He said licking salt of his fingers."det va faktisk ikke så dumt. Føl du dæ okei?"
(that wasn't so stupid. Are you feeling okay?)
He looked at me with an annoyed facial expression and rolled his eyes."bare kjør de kjerring"
(just drive you bat)
His arms were now crossed over his chest, and he was looking straight forward."de burde vær ferdig på skola nu"
(they should be finished at school by now)"på skola!? din syke jævel"
(in school!? You sick bastard)I just laughed and put my fries in the cupholder in the middle. He shook his head and started laughing with me. I had really missed my brothers humor. It was one of the things i liked the most about him. I studied him for a second. He looked happy, truly happy. I took a deep breath not wanting tears to start dripping down my face. I checked my phone and twisted the keys.
This Japanese school was not quite what i was expecting, i'm not sure what i was expecting, but let me tell you it was most certainly not this. The parking lot was crawling with kids, cars and cameras. I had to actually stop for a moment. What the hell was this alternative heavenly place. I think I'm in shock. Me and my brother got eye contact, he knew exactly what i was thinking. He was probably just as shocked as i was. I drove towards the entrance to the parking lot, catching the attention of a bunch of kids in uniforms. Suddenly this bitches started running towards my car. That's not something I'm unused to it was just the sudden flow of people screaming a foreign language. My instinct told me to do something to not get fucking group killed in a school parking lot in Japan. That would just absolutely fucking suck. So i then acted in shock and honked the horn. I never honk the horn. This ended up catching everyone's attention, no surprise there. They all stopped. Before they had the time to do anything else i made a run for it and drove in the small double opening. The fact that my car managed to catch everyone's attention even though there were a lot of other absolutely gorgeous cars here made me proud. None of my baby's ever disappoint me.
Locating twinkies hulk mobile, the Touran was not exactly hard. He was parked next to Sean's evo. I have actually been drooling to do some modifications on it, just some minor changes. I imagen that it's all Gucci under the hood. But the cars body could most defo use some work. Just a new spoiler and new sides, and most importantly a fresh stroke of colour. Suddenly a curtain blonde cached my attention. Morimoto was holding twinkie by the collar of his shirt. Twinkie was almost in the air and an angry Sean was trying to make his way through the crowd. It looked like Morimoto was planning on beating man's butt. I stopped my car. Stupid testosterone filled teenage boys. I got up and slammed the door. It didn't take long before Morimoto catched on to me, stopping the punch he was about to deliver to Twinkie mid-air. "well well well, what is a gaijin like you doing here?" he said laughing trying to engage the crowd. "i just came by to ask you if you're still riding shotgun with Takashi or if you have a new car for me" i said flipping my hair. This looked to have hit a sore nerve in Morimoto. He let og of twinkie and took a step closer to me.
"you should watch yourself gaijin, Han isn't here to protect you this time." at this point he was almost spitting at me. To know that i had triggered him so much so easy made me smile. "does it look like i need Han to protect me" i took another step towards him. Even though I'm just 5'3 i still stood taller than the cheeky motherfuker. I was currently almost looking down at him. And believe me i made that very obvious. At this moment i was most defiantly the alfa, haha. This was actually turning out to be quite funny. Morimoto looked to be on the verge of barking me in the face. Instead he fished something up from the pocket of his school uniform. When i saw the little knife i couldn't help myself. I busted out in laughter. "that, that little butterknife is going to stop me" i managed to say through the flow of laughter. "you gajin are all careless stupid whores" he gritted the words through his teeth. "what blondie, you planning to fucking shank me with that little butterknife? Really. Do you think that thing would even break skin?" at this moment i am having the absolute time of my life. This shit was almost as hilarious as a Jack Whitehall show. I am laughing so hard that I'm trying not to piss my damn pants.
By now the crowd around us had almost doubled. There were faces everywhere i looked. I hadn't even noticed ,Reiko standing next to Twinkie screaming at me. She was yelling and pointing. Sean was still trying to wrestle past the brick wall of people. Neela was nowhere to be seen. I turned my head to look back at Morimoto still laughing. His little boyband was standing behind him screaming and yelling. The only one missing was Justin Timberlake himself. He looked like a lost fucking puppy without his owner. I stood there studying the scene Infront of me. Morimoto's hair was more yellow than ever. His hair was so fucking ugly that i had problems looking at him for more than 10 seconds at a time. He was walking towards me waving the small pocketknife with a purple handle around in the air. He was yelling at me, but i was still laughing. Reiko was yelling louder than ever, but now into the phone and not towards me and Morimoto. "you don't even have the nuts to come close to me, how the fuck are you supposed to fucking shank me?" he just stood there, his focus shifting between me and the boys behind him. "just og back to your owner. You truly are useless without your owner, Mr. Timberlake telling you what to do"
This made the crowd og dead silence. It was as if everyone was holding their breaths, completely in shock, just waiting to see what would happen next. This was when i noticed that people where filming what they were witnessing. Morimoto's face was so red that it looked like he was choking, he was close to fucking purple. By now he was shaking in anger. His buddies where finally quiet. Reiko who was talking on the phone just a minute ago, had the hand with holding her phone dingling by her side. Her mouth was open and it looked like she had just seen a ghost. Some would say that i stepped over the line. But i strongly disagree with that. That spoiled brat needed to be put in place by someone sooner or later. So i gladly took upon me this responsibility, and lets all be honest, it was for the publics good. I did all of us a favour in doing this. There is no denying. Now reiko was back on the phone again, she seemed to be more stressed than ever. Morimoto now had a vein popping out his forehead. I am so fucking tempted right now to snap a picture of his ugly face. This was a sight for sore eyes, screw that, this was a sight for the gods. "are you going to crawl your way back into your leash?" i asked him takin a step closer. Suddenly the yellow and red creature in front of me began screaming. This bitch really was fucking mental. Then suddenly out of the blue the stupid idiot launched himself at me.

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HumorJenny Marie Karlsen. That's my name. No one ever, i mean ever get's it right. You've probably already guessed that I'm not from anywhere near America. I'm Norwegian actually, with Italian grandparents. Not that it counts. I had the absolutely perfec...