When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Twelve

"Trevor, I swear, if you don't move, I'll bite your head off."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Trevor smirks at me, but he slides over slightly, probably terrified by my mood swings. I was claustrophobic at times, and this was one of those times. This morning when I had woken up, I was so excited to spend the next three hours in a truck squished between two hot guys. But now, two and a half hours later, I wanted to strangle both Holden and Trevor slowly with my own bare hands. And I would enjoy it. I could no longer breathe between them, if they were hot or not. And it's a damned good thing they were hot, because that was the only reason they were both still alive at the moment.

"Change the station. I hate this song." I order, pausing, waiting for Holden to switch the button on the steering wheel. "I said CHANGE THE STATION!"

"Okay!" Holden switches the stereo completely off.

"Well now it's too quiet." I complain. He just couldn't get it right.

"I like it this way," Trevor speaks up. That's not surprising.

"Well I want some music. Just not that particular song." I explain.

"No music. It's annoying right now." Trevor says. Who was he to decide no music? But I just cross my arms, pouting, soaking up the silence.

The silence becomes overwhelming from the tension in the car and my snappy mood. I fight the urge to belt out song lyrics, until I can't bear it anymore. I take a deep breath, smiling to myself as I begin to sing my heart out.

"I'M SO ADDICTED TO, ALL THE THINGS YOU DO, WHEN YOU'RE GOING DOWN ON ME, IN BETWEEN THE SHEETS -"

"Ally! Shut up!" Trevor exclaims. I smile, pleased I was annoying him. Holden lets out a chuckle.

"ALL THE SOUNDS YOU MAKE, EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE -"

"Ally!" Trevor growls warningly.

"What? Who doesn't enjoy some good music?" I ask innocently. Hey - he was the one who didn't want the radio. He glares at me, while Holden tries not to laugh as he glances down at me, amused.

"I don't want to hear music, no offense," Trevor gives me a look.

"I'm just glad you consider my voice music." I grin grimly at him. "But I want to sing. You know, since you didn't want the radio on. Fill free to join in."

"Well don't sing some perverted crap." He grumbles. Oh. My. GOD. He so did not just insult the hottest song of all time.

"Sorry, I thought that song suited you just fine. I have a better one though that I know you will just love. It suits you, too." I take another deep breath before I begin. "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES, THIS IS MY LAST RESORT! SUFFOCATION! NO BREATHING! DON'T GIVE A FU -"

"Ally, shut up!" Groans Trevor. Holden was laughing freely now. "And why would I love that song?"

"Because you're acting all depressed. Like the song. So I wanted to match your mood with a classic. If you didn't like it, I have another song that reminds me of you." I suggest, grinning.

"No, no, I'm fine -"

"Ahem... LET'S START A RIOT! A RIOT! LET'S START A RIOT!"

"Now you're talking," winks Trevor. I laugh. Now that was the perfect song for Trevor.

As light as my mood was at the moment, it only took a small act to annoy me again.

"Holden, if your elbow touches me one more time, I'm going to claw your eyes out." I snarl, and he scowls down at me.