48 Hours

Chapter Four: Laughter Is The Best Medicine

Chapter Four: Laughter Is The Best Medicine

2:09 p.m. Friday, August 8th

"Okay, you two wait here, if I'm not back in fifteen minutes, I'm dead." Steven said, turning to face me and Riley. Riley squeeked unattractively and I just scoffed.

"Um, no. We're all in this together, Steven. If you go in there, I'm going too." I said, crossing my arms defiantly and attempting to stare Steven down. It didn't exactly work very well, given that he's quite a bit taller than me.

Riley clutched my arm tighter with her hand, causing me to wince a little due to the sharp pain being inflicted.

"Pais, I think you should just let him go in alone. We don't know what's going to happen, and at least he has a little bit of an idea. I agree with Steven. We stay, he goes." Riley said, her voice not leaving any room for discussion. Sometimes I hated having a best friend.

Oh, who am I kidding? I love the girl.

"Fine. We'll stay. But if we get gang raped, it's all your fault, Fisher." I said, glaring at his abnormally tall figure. Steven just smirked and mock punched my shoulder.

"Don't get so ass hurt, Princess. I promise to return to you in one piece." he said. I rolled my eyes, not entirely believing him.

"Whatever you say. Jerkwad." I scoffed back.

I was going to die at the hands of this moron, I just knew it. If I get murdered in the next 46 hours, I want this idiot held accountable.

Steven disappeared into the dark lit room, which I was convinced was just a short hall that lead into another room. Or I could be wrong. Either way, it was dark.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Riley asked as the door slammed shut. I stared at  the black grained entrance for a few seconds before nodding.

"Yeah, the prick will be just fine." I said. Riley sighed and released her death grip on my arm.

"I don't understand why you're so against him being here-" Riley began, just as a big beefy hand clapped down on her shoulder.

Riley squeeked, before she grabbed the hand and flipped it around before flinging some large biker over her shoulder into the ground. My eyes were wide as I watched her Awesome Mode switch to on. My best friend's a badass, I can proudly say.

Riley dropped the guy's hand and covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes threatening to pop out of her head. 

The guy rolled over with a groan, rubbing his shoulder as he did so.

"I-I...He-e was.." She just settled with being silent and I walked over, rubbing her shoulders gently, attempting to console my friend. She looked scared out of her wits.

The biker groaned and then slowly climbed up onto his feet, grasping ahold of a nearby pool table in order to do so,

"God, woman." He said before limping away. I don't know why, but I found that hysterically funny and then began to laugh. Loudly, I might add.

"Pais, are you okay?" Riley asked. I just nodded, my laughter falling silent as tears slipped down my cheeks. I waved her off as my body wracked with every deep laugh.

I've gone insane. This is it. I've officially lost it.

 "Paisley?" Riley nudged my shoulder and I began to sober up. I have no idea what brought on the giggles. Maybe it was the stress of the situation, much like Riley at her place earlier.

Or maybe seeing a giant 230 pound biker getting thrown over the shoulder of a 118 pound blonde was just uncanny, and absolutely funny.

"I'm sorry. I just lost it. I'm alright now." I told her, sniffing to get my nose clear. She nodded, but the look of concern on her face didn't waver.