The Decuplets

Car Crash

Scarlett

That getaway car is none other than Gage's.

We tried his phone numerous times, but for once he actually didn't pick up.

Therefore, defeated, Ella and I climbed into my bed and passed out.

Which wasn't hard at all, might I add.

When we woke up, we had a visit from a familiar friend named headache whom we've grown accustomed to.

And a few dozen calls from a more familiar friend named Gage.

Still adjusting to the light, my eyes squinted over to the window as something hit the glass.

I looked harder, thinking perhaps I was seeing things.

A bird, maybe?

But it wasn't.

Seconds later, another rock made a loud bang noise.

"Ella," I shook her, "wake up!"

"What? What's wrong?"

I got up and ran over to the window, cracking it open.

Looking down, I saw Gage.

"Morning! I tried to call, but got no reply, so I figured I'd head over here!"

"And throw rocks at my window?" I laughed.

"Exactly! Anyways, come down! We're going on a trip!"

It was too early for me to logically think, so I agreed.

Ella and I threw on some sweatpants and sweatshirts over our tank tops and shorts and headed downstairs.

All we had were our phones and wallets.

I went to peek into the passenger seat and saw a sleepy Parker.

Ella and I got into the back.

"Rough morning, Park?" Ella teased, being it was a whopping 8:30am.

"This fucker dragged me out of bed," he groaned, "physically."

"Our friends were in need of emotional support!" Gage defended, shifting the car to drive and setting out on whatever adventure he had in mind.

The first of said adventures, breakfast at the diner.

Ella and I adore the diner.

We always try to get Gage and them to go with us, but we rarely score a yes.

We all ordered the same thing, actually–chocolate chip pancakes.

"So, what's the deal-io?" Gage asked, cutting his pancake up.

"With?" Ella asked, sipping her water.

"The millions of calls you sent my way last night!"

"Oh, right! We made her brothers mad again," Ella rolled her eyes.

"Care to share? I could do with a fun story-time," Parker voiced.

"Well, I wouldn't say it's a fun story, but do you guys know those Riverdale High boys?" I asked, getting comfy.

"Which?" Parker asked.

"Asher, Adrian, Danny-," Ella began naming them.

"God, I hate those bitches!" Gage spat, slamming his fork and knife down onto the table.

Ella and I looked at each other.

"Well, we sort of accidentally became friends with them," I laughed, but not a funny laugh, rather an awkward one.

"How the fuck do you accidentally become friends with your brothers' rivals?" Parker felt as though he was stating the obvious.

So this was common knowledge?

How did Ella and I of all people not know this?

"We didn't know!" Ella said.

"How!"

"Zander and Kevin introduced us to them," I replied.

"Of course it was those idiots," Gage scoffed.

Just in case that reaction alone doesn't ring a bell, need I remind you Gage hates those two ever since he thought they were his replacements.

"Those two had to have known," Parker expressed, "they play sports."

Gage nodded, backing him up.

"I don't know if they did or didn't, but the point is the brothers got super mad," Ella shrugged.

Gage waved the waiter over for the check, paying for us all. "Well, I have a fun day planned for us!"

Gage was taking us to one of the biggest malls in our area.

We had talked about going here for awhile now, pestering him and his friends about it daily.

We were singing our favorite songs, dancing, and laughing.

The energy was great.

"What exit?" Gage asked Parker, who was on Google Maps duty.

"Uh," he looked down at the phone, "exit 12."

Gage looked up and with the speed he was going, we were practically past the exit.

We were in the far left lane, of three lanes, and we had to get to the fourth one (a.k.a the exit ramp).

Without thinking, he goes to slide across all the lanes at around 90-or-so miles per hour.

He had no blinker, no common-sense, no seat belt, basically nothing correct.

The car gets smashed from the passenger side, and the last thing I remember hearing is

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!"