Misadventure

Chapter 3

This adventure Quinn wanted to take was harder to explain then he thought. I guess I will just make it plain and simple for him. I gain speed on my board and grind a rail flawlessly and catch up with him. 

"So, you really want to know what happened?" I shouted towards him because the sound of our wheels covered my voice. 

"Well, of course! The cops got you and brought you back, so you must have done some pretty tight shit." He anxiously answers.

"Okay then. It was a pretty long drive, and on top of that, I don't have a drivers license. I was going about 85 on a 70 highway and got pulled over. And let me tell you, this cop was fucking fit and sexy as hell! I figured I could us my flawless charm and great sense of humor to get off the hook. And guess what! It worked! With that little scare, I begin to follow the law from now on when I was on the highway. Once I reached Indiana, I quickly realized there wasn't much to do. Indianapolis was supposed to be fun but all I could see were cops and it put me on edge. I didn't want to come back so soon. I drove to a run-down motel to get a cheap room and stay low. Once I changed, I went walking. I was walking by the skate park and saw some kids. They were in a circle smoking some pot and I definitely wasn't going to pass that up. I talked to them and smoked for a bit until they decided to go to a party. The place we went to was packed with people, drugs, sex, and alcohol; my kind of party. I went to the back rooms and looked for the hard drugs. I found a guy selling acid, but he was passed out so I stole some. I went back to the guys I was with and gave everyone some acid. I tripped so hard and loved every second of it. But then, shit got real. The cops busted the party and everyone was arrested but in my case, I was just sent home. I may of punched a couple cops during the process, but I don't remember for sure. Fuck, that was some great acid. Anyways, when I got home, my parents were extremely pissed at me. They said it was the last straw and if I ran away, I was to never come back; which brings me to the next subject.. I have an idea." I rethink everything I just told Quinn as I glance in his direction. He looks curious but amused at the same time. 

"What is your brilliant plan this time?" He squeezes out between laughs. 

"I'm going to leave again, and this time, I'm not coming back. But before I leave this shit hole, I'm planning on making a dint. I plan on rounding up four people; two brains and two decoys. Also, one can drive. I planned on you coming, too. You, Quinn, are the helpful wingman." 

We both stopped riding on our skate boards; shit was getting real. 

Quinn began to shake and hold his arms out while shouting slightly at me. "Well, hell, Ellis! I am coming with you when you leave. You always do this cool shit, and all i have to tell my grandchildren is that i skated around a bit at a park. THAT'S IT! I am coming with you whether you like it or not!" He crossed his arms and continued. "Where the hell are you going anyways?"

I ponder on how i should answer. "That, my friend, is a secret. A secret I can not tell you, yet." i begin to smirk, knowing I am upsetting him. "We are going to write notes and stick them in lockers of people we decide to recrute into our group. The note will tell them to meet in the old abandoned smoke shop down the street. Once we have our group formed, the real trouble begins. Every night, the group will do a new task up until the day I think I am ready to leave. The tasks are a secret for right now but I believe everyone will be amused." I slightly chuckle to myself and glance at Quinn. 

"Alright, alright. What kind of task are we talking? Watered down, cookie cutter pranks or the real shit?" his forehead wrinkles as he looks at me waiting for an answer.

"This is going to be real shit. You know that saying, 'Go big or go home'. We are going beyond big."

A smirk plays across Quinns face and I can tell he is all in.