Great Idea Wise Guy

Haha, Yeah Right.

Amelia and I were walking down to see Bryony again when a car pulled up beside us.

"Hey, you girls wanna a lift?" A guy asked.

Pretend we don't speak English. I say.

"No ablé Engish." I say as I turn to the guy in the car.

"If you don't, I'll shoot you." He says. "I know you speak Engish."

Well crap.

I've got a plan, go around back his car and pretend to vomit.

Okay...?

"Sure. Why not?" I sigh going around to the other side of the car with Amelia. "Amelia? Are you okay?" I ask as she starts to look 'unwell'.
As planned she bends down by the back of his car and dry pukes.
As she makes dry puking sounds, I take out my phone and take a picture of the license plate, I then send it to my mom and delete the pictures in my text message and gallery.

"That a girl, that a girl." I say patting her back. "You good now?"
"Yeah." So what did you do?
I took a picture of the license plate and send it to my mom, then I deleted them. I told her to not text back, run deleted that message to after she said 'Okay.'.
Smart girl.
I know.

We both get in his car and he turns the car around speeding off in the other direction.

"Um, the hospital is the other way genious." I state, rolling my eyes.
"Oh I know. We aren't going to the hospital." He smiles creepily.

Play dumb. I say.

"Oh! We're going on a surprise trip Amelia!" I say stupidly, clapping my hands. "Will there be ice cream?"
Our kidnappers eyebrows raise.
"No."

I frown.

"So you're taking us to a surprise and there is no ice cream???"

"Don't mind her. She's blonde." Amelia says.

I pull out my phone and start typing.

"What are you doing?" The kidnapper asks.

I scoff.
"Wattpad, duh."
"Wattpad?"
"Yeah, a book app. What are you? Dumb? I have lost all respect for you. Loser."
"Loser? For your information, I am the team captain of my football team." He raises his head proudly.
"Cliche."
He frowns.

-

"Can I have some ice cream?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why?"
"You said football is cliche."
"Well it is." I mutter.
"I heard that."
I stick my toungue out at him.
"I saw that."
"Good. Ice cream hater."

Amelia was no pretending to be asleep, but she was really thinking of escapè plans.

Got anything? My mind feels funny.
Oh yeah, I forgot, Adam can mind king with us.
WHAT?
Yeah, that's why your mind fealt funny at his place.
Cool! I'll try and mind link him.
I've already tried.
Maybe I can reach him.

Adam?
No answer.
Adam?
Still no answer.
I concentrated very hard.
ADAM?
Neveah?
Yeah.
Wassup?
Me and Amelia are kidnapped.
WHAT?
Yeah. We're playing dumb, I think it's working.
I'm coming.
Tell my mom okay?
Okay.

He's coming to find us.
Okay.

-

"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"How about now?"
"No."
"How about -"
"You shut up?"
"How rude." I say crossing my arms. "Can I have a spoon?"
"Spoons are overrated."
"WHAT???" I nearly yell. "You're overrated!"
He laughs. "Girls."
I mock him, ish. "Ha ha, I'm a football player and I'm overrated." I say in a retarded voice.
He glares at me.
"If I get you I've cream, will you say I'm awsome?"
"No."
"Ouch, that hurts."
"Good, feel my pain of you not getting me ice cream. Jerk."

I see an ice cream parlor and I beg him to get me ice cream.

"Say that I'm awsome."
"I'm awsome!" I say enthusiasticly.
"No. Me."
"I don't believe in lying!" I say, nearly in hysterics. "Please?"
"No."
"I will shut up, if you get me ice cream."
"But I like you talking."
Dang it.

"I've cream? I want some." Amelia says unplugging her earbuds. "Can I get chocolate chip cookie dough?"
Our kidnapper sighs. "Only because that's the bosses favorite too."
My jaw drops. "TRAITORS! ALL OF YOU! HOW CAN YOU BETRAY STRAWNERRY CHEESECAKE ICE CREAM LIKE THAT! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!"
The kidnappers eyebrows raise.
"Ew. Strawberry Cheescake? What is wrong with you?"
"Many things laddy, Manny things." I mean forward to him. "Just like you."
"Ouch, I've been burned by cruel cruel words."

We pull up to the ice cream place and he gives us a pep talk.
"We can go in to get ice cream, but you have to hold my hand." He tells Amelia.
She raises an eyebrow.
I burst into laughter and short unnatractively, tears building in my eyes. I slap my knee.
"Haha! That's, that's a good joke! Amelia? Hold your hand!? Bwahahahaha! Keep dreaming buddy boy!"
"Fine. Then you have to hold my hand." He says to me.
I shrug. "Whatever, if thats what I have to do to get my ice cream, than fine."
He gets out id the car and comes to my side and takes my hand.

"And don't even think about running, I know you won't, but I'm just saying."
"How do you know?"
"I know you wouldn't leave your best friend, one of them."
"Well no shit."

"Come on, come on! The ice cream is calling me!"
The kidnapper smiles and allows me to go faster, pulling him with me.
"You're so cute when you want something."
Er, thanks?"

Creeper alert! I hear Amelia.
I ignore her.

We get inside and I go to the ice cream.

My mouth waters at the sight.
Glorious, glorious ice cream awaits us inside the glass cage.

Our kidnapper orders the ice cream and I receive mine in a cup that I asked for.

"Ah muy gush." I say eating it. "Duhyishus!"
I feel the kidnappers hand again and skip out.
When I reach the car we get in.

"How am I amazing?"
"Eh, you're okay chap."
He smiles. "Better than nothing."

About 30 minutes later we pull up to a two story house.
We pull uo to the gate and he punches in some numbers.
The gate opens and we pull in.

"Welcome home!" A guy calls out when we get out of the car.

I gasp.
"Derrick?"