I Want To Know What Love Is

The Junkyard

TW: Vulgar Language, Violence,

Boscha and Willow gazed at the junkyard, guarded by a security guard and surrounded by a fence. "Okay, Park. What's the plan?" Boscha asked, glancing at Willow as they crouched behind a wall near the junkyard, keeping themselves hidden from the guard. Willow replied, "Me?! You said you'd take care of getting the car!" Boscha forced a nervous smile, secretly hoping that Willow would forget about her promise. "Right...I've got this!" Boscha turned and cautiously peered over the wall, keeping an eye on the guard who would occasionally retreat to his small office for a smoke break.

"The next time he goes into his office, I'll sneak in, knock him out, and you can open the gate for us to enter," Boscha whispered, outlining her daring plan. Willow looked at Boscha with a worried expression, "We can't do that!" Boscha turned around just as the guard squinted his eyes, attempting to focus on Boscha's presence. "What? Why not?" Boscha asked, puzzled by Willow's objection.

"That's assault! We could end up in juvie!" Willow exclaimed, desperately trying to make Boscha understand. "Oh...well, if we killed him, there would be no witne-" Boscha's words trailed off, and Willow couldn't tell if she was joking or being serious. "Boscha, we are not harming anyone!" Willow insisted.

Boscha's mischievous smile faded slightly, replaced by a nervous expression as she realized Willow's seriousness. "Alright, alright, maybe next time," she responded, attempting to make light of the situation. Willow peered over the wall, observing the guard, and started devising a plan.

"I'll distract him, and you can sneak past the fence," Willow explained, looking back at Boscha. She noticed the mischievous smile returning to Boscha's face. "And don't even think about trying to knock him out," Willow warned firmly. "I'll signal you when it's safe to sneak past." With that, Willow walked away from the wall, heading towards the guard, leaving Boscha alone.

Boscha watched as Willow confidently approached the guard, her heart pounding with a mixture of worry and anticipation. She knew that Willow was brave and resourceful, but Boscha couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something could go wrong. She leaned against the wall, anxiously waiting for the signal that would indicate it was safe for her to make her move.

Willow approached the guard with a friendly smile, engaging him in a conversation that Boscha couldn't hear from her vantage point. The guard seemed to be attentive, nodding occasionally as Willow spoke. Boscha's eyes darted between Willow and the fence, searching for any signs of the perfect moment to slip past undetected.

As the minutes ticked by, Boscha's impatience grew. She fidgeted with her jacket, her mind racing with thoughts of what could be happening on the other side of the wall. Finally, she saw Willow give a subtle nod, signaling her to proceed. It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, Boscha pushed herself off the wall and stealthily made her way toward the fence. Every step felt like an eternity, her senses heightened as she tried to remain invisible. She could hear the distant sounds of Willow's voice, keeping the guard occupied.

Reaching the fence, Boscha carefully examined it for any weak spots or openings. It was a tall and sturdy barrier, designed to keep unwanted intruders out. She cursed under her breath, realizing that getting past it wouldn't be as easy as she had hoped.

Her eyes caught sight of a small gap near the bottom of the fence, just wide enough for her to squeeze through. With cautious determination, Boscha maneuvered herself down and began to wiggle her way through the tight opening. It required precision and flexibility, but she managed to wriggle free on the other side.

Standing up, Boscha brushed off the dirt from her clothes and took a moment to regain her composure.

"Hey!" Boscha jolted upright at the sound of the guard yelling. Unfortunately, her crawling had caught the guard's attention, and he swiftly turned around, preparing to chase after Boscha.

In the heat of the moment, Willow smacked the guard on the back of his neck, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. Willow gasped and covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my, goodness."

Boscha quickly opened the gate and rushed over to Willow, wearing a wide smile and laughing. "Wow, Park!" Willow paced back and forth anxiously, exclaiming, "I'm a criminal! I'm going to end up in jail!" She felt overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Boscha reassured her, grabbing the unconscious guard and carrying him to his office. She discreetly placed the body inside, away from prying eyes. Returning to Willow, Boscha said, "It's okay, he probably won't even remember what happened!" She tried to lighten the mood with a laugh. "And you were so worried about me causing harm," she teased.

Willow stopped pacing, her voice filled with desperation. "We can't go back! Boscha, we can't return to that school!" Willow pleaded desperately. Boscha, trying to ease her worries, replied, "Don't worry, we don't have to deal with any guards there. We can search for a car without any worries." Her words seemed to offer some comfort to Willow, who began to calm down, albeit slightly.

As Boscha and Willow stood there, the reality of their situation sank in. They were now inside the junkyard, free from the guard's immediate threat, but the weight of their actions hung heavily in the air. Boscha could see the turmoil in Willow's eyes, and she knew Willow crossed a line she wished she hadn't.

Taking a deep breath, Boscha put on a brave face and tried to lighten the mood. "Come on, Park. We've come this far. We can't let fear hold us back now," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We need to find a car and then we're free from this place. Let's focus on that."

Willow nodded, her expression a mix of anxiety and determination. "You're right, Boscha. I can't change what's already happened, and seeing my friends would probably make me feel bettter." She glanced around the junkyard, the rows of discarded cars stretching out before them. "Let's split up and search for a vehicle that could get us out of here. But remember, Boscha, we can't afford to draw any more attention to ourselves."

Boscha nodded in agreement. "I hear you, Park. Stealth mode activated." They exchanged a brief smile, their friendship providing a small glimmer of comfort amidst the uncertainty.

With their plan in place, Boscha and Willow started rummaging through the junkyard. They treaded carefully, keeping their movements quiet and their presence discreet. Boscha couldn't help but marvel at the array of abandoned cars, each one with its own story. She scanned the rows, searching for a vehicle that seemed salvageable and suitable for their escape.

Meanwhile, Willow's mind raced with worry about their future. Where would they escape to? It's not like they could return to their parents or the school, they'd get in even more trouble and most likely be sent back. "Hey...Boscha?" Willow shouted out to Boscha a few feet away from Boscha not being cautious as she had already...'taken care' of the guard. "What's up?" Boscha shouted back in response, "Where are we going to go once we get this car, I mean...it's not like we can go back." Willow turned around to see Boscha checking if a car was functional her face fullly inside the hood which she lifted with a fragile looking stick which made Willow anxious so she walked up to Boscha to aid her, "Don't worry, I have a place." Boscha stepped back and shut the car hood down, "A-ha!" 

After what felt like an eternity of searching, Boscha found a dilapidated but potentially functional car. She motioned for Willow to join her at looking at the car. It had seen better days, but with a little work, it might just get them to where they needed to go.

"Ding-ding-ding we might have a winner," Boscha whispered, sounding a bit excited. "It needs some repairs, but I think we can make it work by using parts from the other cars here!" Willow nodded, even though she had no knowledge about cars. She would have assumed it was broken like most of the other cars in the junkyard, even so, a glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes.

"The guard can't see us here, so we have plenty of time... well, at least until the school starts searching for us. And they most likely will," Boscha mentioned, noticing Willow's growing nervousness.

"Come on, let's search for parts while the guard is still unconscious," Boscha suggested. Willow and Boscha walked side by side, occasionally pausing to examine the scattered cars in the junkyard.

[End of Chapter - 1444]