Friday Barnes Oneshots!!

Chapter rewrite: The Great escape

From the first book, this was written by me and danni if I remember right! love you bae

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The Great Escape - Ian

Ian had never been kidnapped before.

Yeah, he had been the butt of kidnapping jokes. Sure, maybe once used as leverage and even threatened before to be kidnapped (all scenarios of course being caused by something his father had done) but he had never actually been kidnapped.

There's a first for everything, he miserably thought.

Not even to mention that out of all the people to be kidnapped with, he was stuck with the bane of his existence. The girl he'd rather just disappear from his life was now tied to a chair right behind him. He had thought, 'hey, why not give her a little scare?' and suddenly that 'little scare' led him to be tied to a chair, locked in a musty old... whatever they were stuck in, with a sack over his head only five minutes later. Ian now felt embarrassed. What would he gain from making her scared? He was acting so childish. How cruel and disgusting was it that he wanted to make her scared? Was it even justified at this point? Ian cringed at himself and winced, terrified at how much his anger could cloud his vision and what length it would take him

His self-hatred came to a pause when he felt Friday writhing behind him, the wooden backs of their chairs pressed against each other. Ian could hear her panting and he could feel her body shudder.

Was she hyperventilating?

"Friday. Calm down," Ian whispered, his voice raspy.

Her heavy breathing slowed down and she became still. He started to worry if her bounds were too tight but she seemed fine for now.

"I think we're in the groundskeeper's shed," he heard her soft voice mutter. "I can't tell for sure though."

"Yeah, seems like it," Ian mumbled. For the first time, he was glad she was so smart, hopefully, it could help the both of them.

She stopped for a moment but then rambled off. "We can assume we're tied to wooden chairs by the feel of it and from the smell of fertiliser and the echoey closeness of a small room, I'm guessing that we're locked inside the groundskeeper's storage shed down by the edge of the swamp instead of the one near the other side of the premise."

Ian became frustrated hearing this, it wasn't going to help them get out of their binds. "And what good does that information do for us?" Ian groaned.

Friday went limp. Ian then felt her tense and by the sudden breeze of wind, he assumed she turned her head.

"Well sorry. Sorry, your utmost greatness, that my observations aren't enough for you," her voice rose. "Did it ever occur to you that we might be in danger right now? That someone with the mindset to harm us could've done this. That it would be best if we acknowledged any information we had?"

Ian opened his mouth but then closed it. No, he hadn't thought about that.

"Exactly," she went rigid. Rain pounded on the walls and the muffled noise due to the sacks over their head made it hard to hear.

Ian went to say something but she continued in a low voice as though she didn't care if he heard or not. "Why did I even come here? 'I want to do something different,' I'm so stupid. Who said this would be a good idea? I should've just gotten a fucking pony with the money I earned. I could've named it something stupid and gone about my life."

Ian stopped. He knew this was serious and all but he couldn't help but snicker. His snicker turned into a laugh.

"A pony?" he asked curiously, trying to stifle his laughter. The entire situation was so bizarre he couldn't help but find Friday's outburst hilarious.