I wake up to Lucas shaking me lightly. "We have to board a plane," he says softly. I yawn as I sit up. "Where are we going?"
"Italy."
I'm suddenly not tired anymore. "Italy?!"He nods his head as I stare dumbfounded. "I thought kidnapping was a little on the downside of funds," I say almost questioning him, but I decided to make it a statement instead.
"If I were poor, why would I have a helicopter and how would I be able to get past your guards and security undetected?" he states. "Speaking of which, they just realized your not there and have reported it to the authorities. I suggest you get ready for a long flight. That is, unless you want to spend the rest of your life with body guards outside your door and a baby monitor in your room?"
I scramble to my feet, grab my bag, and run past him as soon almost immediately after he mentions a baby monitor. "Well you probably know my parents better than me, so show the way all knowing one," I say as I wave my arms up and down in a bowing motion, mocking him.
He straightens his suit and leads the way. As we walk, more like jog, to the plane I can't hold back my questions any longer. "Okay two things. One, I've never really been exposed to people much and I'm pretty much a goody too-shoes, so, as I'm trying not to be, can you teach me how to cuss?" Lucas almost stops to look at me, but after he gives it a moment of consideration, he says "Alright, but don't go around calling everyone b*tches."
"Calling them what now?"
"You have a lot to learn..." he says sighing. "Okay, what's your second question?"
"Can we go site-seeing once we're in Italy?!" I ask. I'm pretty sure I look like a child at a candy store window. Just as I was getting my hopes up, he gave me the most brutal answer ever.
"No," he said, stopping for a moment to give me the harshest glare ever. If I hadn't seen him smile, I wouldn't believe it was possible. The look he gave me was hard. I swear his eyes could freeze hell over and make it's residences plead for the flames again.
"Okay," I said, feeling like he'd just rode on a wrecking ball through that same candy store I'd been looking into. He was like a Miley Cyrus, only he didn't lick the sledge hammer before he smashed it through another wall. Down went the candy. Down. "Why?"
He just gave me another deathly stare before he said "Okay, we're going to role-play for a moment. I'll be my boss and you can be me." I started laughing, with my mouth closed because I didn't want to aggravate him. He gave me a small glance before we started role-playing.
"Lucas!" he yells and I jump back from the jagged sound of those words. "Thanks to you we have the FBI hot on our trail!"
"Sorry," I said. He gave me the nastiest look he could muster and said, "Sorry's not going to stop the FBI from throwing me in jail. But don't worry. You're not off the hook. I'll torture you until the FBI find us and then when they find us, I'll stab you in your abdomen, right there," He jabbed me in the stomach before concluding his rant with "just so you will die slowly."
"First off, wow," I said. "Your boss needs a vacation." Lucas gives me a "No Duh" face. "And secondly, OW! You poked my cut!"
He rolls his eyes until I lift up my shirt and he can see the cut, glory and all, bleeding through the makeshift bandage. I look up at him. "Do you think this will leave a cool scar?"
He rolls his eyes yet again. "I think you have a problem," I say.
"What's that?"
"Everytime I say something, your eyes roll back into your head. You should have a doctor check that out."
"I'm not going to the doctor's for rolling my eyes!"
"Why not. We're not short on funds as you've just pointed out."
He opens his mouth for a retort, but I shush him. He tries again, but I raise my eyebrows at him, challenging him. He gives up and says "Just get on the plane!"
"Yes Mr. Kidnapper, Sir!" I say saluting him as I "march" onboard. He holds his head and I feel proud of the migraine I've given him. As I sit down, a private stewardess asks if we need anything. Lucas asks for two aspirin and not to be disturbed as he was going to lie down. She turned to me, but I said I was fine for now.
As soon as Lucas got his aspirin, he entered a room in the back. After about ten minutes of holding back my curiosity, I caved in and went into the back. Lucas was passed out on a bed. A freaking BED! On a plane!
I sit on the edge and admire the simplicity of the blankets. They were just white, but I loved them. As Lucas was passed out and the bed looked so comfy, of course I would do what any other girl would do.
I pushed him off the bed. Yep. And he didn't even wake up. The downside was he took the blankets with him and no matter how hard I pulled on them, Lucas held onto them like they were his life source. Well I guess I can't have everything...
I curled up on the soft mattress and floated into a deep sleep.
All the sudden I hear "What the hell am I doing on the floor!" shouted into my ear.
"Go away."
"Did you just shove me off!"
I sat up and looked at the clock. "No, I shoved you off four hours ago."
He clenched his fists, trying to control his anger.
"When do we arrive?" I ask innocently.
"In fifteen minutes," he said through gritted teeth.
"Great!" I exclaimed. "Hey, is there a library at your headquarters?"
Lucas just stared at me. "What?" I asked.
"You're just so carefree and ignorant. How old are you?"
"Well, I turned eighteen three weeks ago, but my parents didn't let me leave home, so I came with you."
"Wait, What!!" He stared at me in disbelief. "You're an adult!"
"Yes...."
He looked like he wanted to know more, but just then we were told to strappen our seatbelts and get ready for landing.
I looked out the windows as I headed to my seat.
"Italy!"
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Hey!
So I hope you liked this chapter. I'm trying to make Juno as sassy as I can. Give me suggestions! I'd love to hear your ideas! Please comment and tell me what you think!
~Jewels
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Voluntarily Kidnapped
Romance"What are you doing?" the man in front of me questioned, lowering his gun slightly. "Packing," I respond almost instantly. "Because whoever you are, you're better than my parents. Wherever you're taking me is better than this gilded prison...
