The Outlaw's Fairy Tale

Chapter 1: Car chases are my thing

"Whoooooooaaaaaaa." My best friend - slash - foster brother -slash - overprotective baboon, Dylan Anderson yelled on the top of his lungs, as we sped down a slope, my freshly curled hair flying against the wind in our stolen- urm, borrowed convertible.

Let me tell you, we didn't get ourselves into a pretty situation.
Oh, what happened? Well kids, here's how it goes....

"Lexi, I'm bored." Dylan slumped his shoulders.
"Let's hijack a car."
"YES!"

Uh, yeah, that's pretty much it.
So here we are, on the wrong side of the road, with the traffic coming in our direction, not to mention the cars that swerved around us to avoid an accident and angry drivers yelled out lovely curses and oh, a guy just waved the national finger in our face. Ah well. This is certainly fun.

"Hit the break! HIT THE BREAK! We're gonna die!" I screamed covering my eyes. This was so not going to be a good to watch.

"WAIT! SHUT UP!"

"STOP SPEEDING DOWN A SLOPE! You muttbrain! Hit the freaking break already!" I yelled at him, grabbing his collar. He tried to wiggle out of my control.

"Lexi! I'm trying to drive here! Shut your hole! You're so mean to me. Why don't you just get-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO-" Uh-oh, it wasn't until we took a turn at fifth avenue that I heard the sirens of a police car. Oh boy, the trouble we're gonna get into. Crap. Crap. Crap.

"Dee! Care to go a wee bit faster?! The cops are on our tail, AGAIN!"

"Gee, didn't notice that, Captain Obvious. Would you zip it, Lexi. They haven't caught up to us yet. Chill out."

Chill out? CHILL OUT?! Who in their potato stuffed minds would chill out with a record as.. creative as ours? I may still be in high school, but the beloved Dylan wasn't. He won't be let off that easily. Dammit! I don't get how he could even tell me to 'chill out' with blue uniformed, donut eating, coffee loving, crime catching men chasing us. I'd have to say, among them, we are quite the popular delinquents, as they 'say'. Favorite must I add. Need I remind you of our colorful record? No? Oh well, movin' on..

"Stop telling me to chill out!"

"Well stop yelling at me!"

"This is clearly not going as planed."

"Agreed."

So now he agrees with me...

"Take a right from here, Dee."

"You got it, Fluffy" Ugh, does he always have to call me that? I hated that nickname. Now you'll be wondering, what this 'fluffy' is. Ah, well, long story. Maybe for another day. But being the annoying best friend that he is, little egghead over there never ceases a moment to piss the hell out of me.

My phone rang in my pocket, I checked the collar ID to see it was Tessy, my foster mom.

"Yo Tess, what's up, we're kind of busy at the moment..."

"Alexis! Is that sirens I hear?"

"Umm...well....maybe?"

I heard her sigh loudly.

Tessy was a pretty cool mom, she hated when we did stuff like this. But according to her, as long as we don't get caught she's cool with it. She's mostly fine when she doesn't need to get involved with anything. She'd definitely would beat anyone for the mom of the year award.

"Well you know the rules, you get caught, I'm not bailing you both out of jail. And if you have to pay a fine, well you come up with a plan. You're creative enough." Oh she's a bundle of encouragement. "I'm still held up at work, you guys go ahead and eat dinner."

I grinned, "Thanks Tess, love ya."

She let out a frustrated sigh. "Why couldn't I have normal teenagers? That lock themselves up in their room all day."

"Awe, come on! What's the fun in that?"

She sighed again.

"Just don't get caught."

"What can I say? Car chases are my thing." I chuckled as she cut the call, I loved this woman with all my heart.

"I think we lost them." I said to Dylan, slowly turning back to look at the street we just passed, my brown long locks whipping around my face. The sirens were pretty faint, for now that is. We took a few more twists and turns mostly just going in circles to confuse the cops, hopefully this should suffice and give us some extra time. I cannot go back to juvie, not again for sure. Tess would kill me. Or worse, disown me. Damn, I should never doubt Dylan and his mad driving skills.
Well we definitely outran them.

Oh, also, don't try this at home.

These are highly trained professionals at work.

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Ha! Psyche!

Hey, don't give me that look..

Dee stopped the car near a gas station. Yes, of course, park the stolen, I mean, borrowed car at a place where someone could spot it. Sometimes I wonder how birdbrain ever got into college.
I hopped out of the car and ran my hands through my hair, an attempt to straighten them out which Dylan so maliciously ruined with his stupid driving. Gosh Dee, I washed it this morning! He just loved to ride with the hood down, while I on the other hand, hated it.

I shut the door of the car, Dee looked between the shop at the gas station and me, a huge grin forming on his face. I rolled my eyes and gave him my infamous, 'the look' as he calls it. I knew exactly what that grin was for.

"No, we are not getting Cheetos."

"Ah come on, Lexi."

He jutted out his bottom lip and looked at me with a sad face, a sparkle in his brown eyes. Ha! Even with that look, I could give him a simple, deadpanned no.

Yes, you may say I'm dead on the inside.

No, I will not come to hurt your children.

"Please Alexis, pretty please, pretty pretty please, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssseeeee."
Oh gosh, he called me Alexis. I see now, he really needs Cheetos. Who would have thought that from all the junk food in the world this lump of lard of 20 years old, would be begging for Cheetos, right? Eh, don't even answer that.

I rolled my eyes again, and grunted in agreement. He leaped with joy and threw his arms around me.

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!"

"Can't- breathe- need- air."

He finally let go of me, as I gasped for air. This 6'4" boy with a heart and mind of a two year old is going to kill me before my time, I swear.

He ran towards the shop not before yelling about how great I am and how everyone should have their very own Alexis Spark.
Wonderful. My third eye roll of the day.

I made sure to straighten out my leather jacket and rubbed my hands together in anticipation, preparing myself for what's to come.

Oh well, it's show time.

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