Nat
I lazily open my eyes. I was on the ground, Hunter and Aaron were passed out, and.. My head was bleeding. Oh. My gosh. I prop myself up with one elbow and look around. I was still in jail. Dammit.
I get up and shake Hunter and Aaron awake. Then I look up. Startled at first but then less so.. I tear up and can't stop myself from saying, "Neil." He outstretches his arms and I run right into them without second though. I start to cry.
"Come on Nat. Tough guys don't cry. I'm fine." He runs his hand over my hair, with my face mashed into the front of his orange uniform.
"I thought you were dead!" I wail.
"I'm fine.." He whispers. I sniff and we stay in this posture for like.. ever. Hunter and Aaron rouse. "We should leave." Neil suggests. I nod and we run out of the courtyard.
Aaron
I'm having a severe crush on Nat right now. Who knew that she could be that hot? Oh, you havn't been filled on what happened. Have you? Here's what happened:
We get out of jail. Fresh air was like heaven. No arm pit stank. We remind ourselfs that we still look like prisoners. We walk up to a store. Nat says, "Free makeover if the stylist gets to pick your new style for you..?"
"Lets do it!!" Says Hunter rushing into the store, excited. Nat runs after him screaming, "NO Hunter!" But it was too late. Hunter was taken to a stylist booth, hid behind a curtain.
Neil walks in and I do to. A styler grabs hold of us and they get to work, changing almost everything about us. No one bothered to ask about our prison uniforms but one stylist. Mine.
"Whats up with this prison uniform??" She giggles.
I shrug and reply, "It's the new fad." The stylist squeals and replies, "I'm going to style everyone in this!!"
Uh oh.. I knew my words were going to hurt people. "Actually.." I smile. "Thats my fad."
"Oh." She giggles. "Change into this, would ya, doll?" She hands me an awesome outfit. Whoa.
I change into it and spin once for her. She squeals and nods. I shove my hands in my pockets and walk out to pissed Nat, with her arms folded. I smirk, "You like?"
She smirks back and replies, "Yeah. Sure." The others come out. We were all swagified. A stylists rushes out and sees Nat.
"Oops! Missed one!" She drags Nat to a curtain. We all bid her good luck and smile. She gives us a playful glare.
A while later she comes out, hands in her pockets. "Uh, you like?" She twirls once. She was styled in black skinny jeans with a chain hanging down on the right side, dyed blond hair with cyan edges on the bottom, and a cyan tank top with some small light grey lace around the bottom, and cyan hightops. So.. Hot.....
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Trouble Makers
ActionI wrote this story when I was in elementary school. I won't be taking it down because it took me a lot of time and effort to write and it was the beginning of making long stories for me. It is *heavily* inspired by Maximum Ride by James Patterson.
