We Still Got It

My Truck!!!

The three were in the car panicked. Roxanne tries to drive through traffic quickly and missing the pursuing cars trying to ram into the side. Michael and Trevor shoot at the tires picking off the black cars one by one. Trevor hits his head on the car door as Roxanne turns sharply. He curses remembering Franklin's poor driving.

"Are you even old enough to drive?" Trevor asked sarcastically. She looks at him through the rear view mirror and glares.

"Trevor now is not the fucking time!" Michael yelled for Roxy as she keeps swerving and sighs annoyed.

"I am serious! She is like what? 14?" Trevor killed the driver in an approaching vehicle. She grips the steering wheel roughly causing her knuckles to turn white.
"Say one more thing about my fucking age and i swear to god i will stop the car!" She yelled ramming into the side of a car causing it to spin out.

"Can you even reach the brakes darlin'?" He shot more people and the car came to a stop slamming Trevor into the back of the passenger seat and Michael into the dashboard. "Fuck.."

"What the fuck are you doin'?! Drive!" Michael looks at Roxy who was sitting in the driver's seat angry and quiet. He looks in the rear view mirror seeing an attack chopper and the cars catch up.

"Not until he apologizes!" She yelled annoyed.

"I am not fucking apologizing!" He yelled shooting at the helicopters and cars.

"Trev fucking apologize to her or i will kill you myself!" Michael screamed and kept shooting as well. Trevor groans annoyed and turns to her.

"Ok look i am sorry i made fun of your age. Now can you fucking drive!?" He was jolted forward and she continued driving off fast.

"Say something again I will fucking kick your ass." She warned and sighs looking in the rear view mirror watching the cars disappear. She pulled in the forest and stopped. "So who the fuck are they why did they shoot at me and why are they after us?!" She looked at Michael angrily causing him to sigh.

"Look it's better you don't know anything. We all have to lay low and stick together." He opens his gps and starts messing with it.

"Dont worry princess we can buy you a new dolly on our way to Sandy Shores-" Trevor's sentence was interrupted by her punching him in the face. He lays back holding his nose and sighs in pleasure. "God let me have your babies!" She drives off following the gps silently. Trevor leans forward resting his chin on her shoulder. Michael glances and shakes his head looking the other way. "So...you aren't going to leave me with a semi are you?" He whispered in her ear. She takes a deep breath and grips the wheel tightly again.

"T knock it off." Michael looks out the window trying to relax.

"Hit me again," Trevor demands.

"No." She states simply and keeps her eyes on the road. Trevor tries to look down her shirt and plays with a strand of her hair. She sighs annoyed and shakes her head slightly telling herself to ignore his tactics.

"Come on hit me again. Mm same spot. Maybe scratch me a bit-" He whispered causing her anger to rise.

"Shut the fuck up you tweaking masochist." She heard him growl annoyed and he layed back kicking the back of her seat like a child. "I fucking....swear..." She mutters softly and keeps her eyes on the road with an annoyed expression. She looks around seeing trailers and raises an eyebrow. "Sandy Shores...is a trailer park? Should have guessed." She sighs looking in the rear view mirror seeing Trevor pretending to sleep. She turns on the AC and sighs turning around throwing an empty cup at him. He sits up and rubs his eyes annoyed.

"You know if you want to wake me up you can kiss me awake. It's a little nicer,"he pointed at the trailer. "Park at this one."

"I will remember that next time you pretend to sleep and stare at me." She exits the vehicle and stretches looking at the sky shielding her eyes. "It's so fucking hot." She groans and feels an arm hold her close.