Picture of Ryann & Regina Spektor's 'The Call' on the side!
~ Kayden ~
I clamped my mouth shut. Shit, did I really just say ‘moustache’ instead of ‘must ask?’ I’m a freaking idiot!
It was because the stupid thing was tickling my face causing me to chant ‘I HATE MOUSTACHES’ over and over in my head. So naturally, when the police asked me a question under pressure, I said the first thing that came into mind.
“Errr.. I meant ‘I must ask you a question’…” I quickly piped at the confused officer.
“Yeah buddy… or should I say, Joe Jonas lover?!” the officer snorted. Kenzie and I exchanged wary glances; this was going to be a long night.
“Ummm so yeah, we, um, my sister and I, well… we… errr found this little boy stranded on the side of the road and we wanted to uhhh… give him back?” I trialed off, struggling to speak to the policeman without getting suspicious. Hey, it’s a lot harder than it seems…
“What my brother means,” Kenzie scoffed “is that Ryann here, ran away from home and we spotted him on the side of the road.” Nice save... phew!
The Officer (or Mr. Stinko as I like to call him because he reeked) began scribbling down rapidly on a pad, only glancing up at us once. I quickly swallowed hard, my mouth twitching as I wiped the sweat off my brow. “Is something the matter sir?” I asked hesitantly. Damn this moustache was itchy!
“No problem at all,” he muttered, still writing stuff down. “I just have to ask you kids some questions about Ryann.”
“Sure thing,” Kenzie piped grabbing my hand in one and Ryann’s in another. “Let’s go boys.”
I nodded nervously, what if the cop was suspicious; I mean after all, we were wearing the stupidest disguises ever!
Mr. Stinko led us to a small, cluttered office and sat us down in front of his desk. “Tell me about yourselves,” he began.
“Well, I’m Kyle,” I stuttered squirming on the hard metal chair. “and this is my sister, McKenna…” Kenzie shot me a glare and I threw her my classic smirk. Sorry I made them too similar???
Mr. Stinko nodded and I continued. “So we were driving around town… to get pineapples… for our mother” Okay so it was absurd but hey, I was lying on the spot! “And then, we just spotted him on the side of the road and decided to help the child out…”
Unfortunately, Mr. Stinko didn’t look convinced. “Has your car always been in bad shape?”
“Whaaaaa?”
Mr. Stinko rolled his eyes and nodded his head towards the open window where my beautiful baby sat… with scratches?! WTF WTF WTF?!
“WHAT THE H-” Kenzie raised her eyebrows, “Hail. WHAT THE HAIL?!” I stated again. My gorgeous 1951 Hudson Hornet, a gift from my dad, was scratched from the skidding bullets and crashing through the corn field. Luckily, no bullets pierced the metal, they lightly skimmed it leaving jagged silver lines on my beautiful (not to mention CUSTOM) navy paint job.
“So care to explain what happened to your car then?” Mr. Stinko smirked with raised brows. Ass…
“Sorry Officer,” Kenize piped. “We kinda drank a little and our car skidded into an abandon corn field… the wooden fence we crashed must’ve scratched the car… but no one was harmed and we promise not to drink and drive ever again.” Not a bad lie, not a bad lie at all… it was half true after all…
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