Kidnapped For Free (editing but still updating)

Red White and Blue

Roses are red, violets are blue
I really don't want to get arrested with you!

    "Do you trust me?" I looked up at those clear, warm, brown eyes and answered honestly, "Absolutely NOT!"

    He rolled his eyes, "Well, too bad!" He plopped me onto the gleaming motorcycle and sped away from the red, white, and blue sirens.

    "Is it necessary to go so fast?!" I could practically feel his smirk as I grabbed onto him for my dear, pathetic life. "The police are already chasing us; why give 'em another reason?!"

    "Why not, Sunshine?" And he revved the engine just to scare the crap outta me. "Besides, we lost them a while back," He slowed down a teensy bit. Emphasis on teensy. Course, my life is pretty much one of those movies where you know exactly what's gonna happen before it happens.

    "Way to jinx it, Sir Smirks-a-Lot!" Right on cue, the night sky was lit up with flashes of red, white, and blue. The sirens were screaming through the silence. He tensed for a moment with confusion. Then he tensed with determination. Then I tensed with anticipation.

    "What the fuuuuuuuudge are you doing?!" I screamed and mentally congratulated myself for not cursing in such a situation.

    "You better hold on tighter, Sunshine," He went straight for the small gap in between two of the cars. Cars that were loaded with people waiting for him. And me. Even though I did nothing wrong. Oh, dear lord, I thought as my grip around his torso tightened and I pressed my cheek against his back. His laughter vibrated through his body to my cheek and he guided the motorcycle with terrifyingly controlled ease through the narrow gap as we sped away in the opposite direction.
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          "Did you see that?! You were like 'I got this, vroom, vroom' and I was like 'ahhhhh', and you were like 'zoooooom, see ya' and they were like 'uhhhhhh', " I was experiencing exhilaration. He leaned against his motorcycle with an amused expression gracing his face.

          "Wait a minute," I stopped dancing. "Why am I cheering? You just got away! This is all your fault! Wait, what's your name, again?" I went from angry to curious in a matter of seconds! Me and my attention span.

Slowly he straightened his posture and dragged his feet in my direction. Every organ in my body screamed RUN...but I didn't. Mostly because I had no idea where I was and I was afraid of the dark.

He bent down and puts a strand of my hair behind my ear, "You can call me, Smirks-a-Lot," He whispered. He flashed me a smirk just to prove it and turned around to his motorcycle. I literally stood there opening and closing my mouth like a fish. He sighed running a hand through his dark hair, "You coming, Sunshine?"

    "Uhhhhhh...yeah?"

    "Well, come on then!" Sir-Smirks-a-Lot wasn't smirking. He's scowling. I was giggling.

I swung a leg over the bike and placed my hands on his hard shoulders. I gave them a little squeeze. Wow. No squishy-ness at all.

    "If you're done massaging me, can you put on your helmet?"

    "I wasn't massaging you! And you didn't offer me a helmet when you were speeding like a crazy person forty minutes ago!"

    "Slipped my mind?" Smirks-a-Lot gave me a sheepish grin and slipped his own helmet over his head. I put mine on, and gave him a thumbs up.

    "So, where are we going?" I casually tried to coax the answers out of him.

    "If I tell you, there wouldn't be much point in the fact that I kidnapped you, now would there?" The smirk's back people. I repeat, the smirk is back!

    "Yeah...but, you'll have that warm feeling people get when they help someone, and I'll have the warm feeling people get when they put someone in jail for their wrongdoings! So you know, it's a win-win," I was trying the diplomatic approach, in case you haven't noticed.

    "Nah, I'm good!" He sped up so that even if I wanted to talk, there wouldn't be enough breath to supply two words. So instead, I had a nice deep chat over imaginary tea and biscuits with internal me.

    "So, long time no deep chatting," I said, pulling up a chair.

    "I know. We should do this more often! Tea?" She said with a slight British accent, making herself comfy.

    "Yes please," She poured me a cup and I take a nice looooong sip. "Do you think I was too subtle about the whole win-win concept?"

    "Oh no. Of course not. He's just a complete idiot, that's all."

    "Good point. Now about him not telling me his name. I mean, I'm not complaining, but don't you think that Smirks-a-Lot is a mouthful? I should have thought of something else. Huh, I guess I am complaining," I cross my legs and smooth out the lace napkin that's sitting on top of my formal blue dress.

    "Well, let's think of a way to dumb it down. Hmmm...Smirks-a-Lot. S.A.L..." We both slapped the green tablecloth and yell "SAL" at the same time.

    I'm tumble out of my tea party. Literally. And hit the hard brick wall that Sal calls his back. Nose first. And I have a very sensitive nose.

    "Ow! Why'd you stop like that a-a-ACHOO?!" I sneezed.

    "You are not calling me Sal!" He had stopped on the side of the road and turned around to face me.

    I gasped, "How rude of you! You can't eavesdrop on my private tea party! You weren't even invited! Go host your own!"

    "What?" Before I could answer, he interrupted, "No, never mind. You were just talking to yourself...and for some reason switching between a British accent and your regular-you know what, the point is no, you're not calling me Sal," That's when I used my secret weapon. The puppy eyes. He wavered but still shakes his head no. Time to bring out bigger guns. The pout with the puppy eyes. He glared. I pouted. He said no. I shrugged my shoulders, "Oh well. Still gonna call you Sal. You know you could just tell me your real name..." I let that hang in the air.

    "You know what, call me Sal," He turned back around and started the engine.

    "Okay...Sal," I started giggling like a crazy woman.

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