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CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP!
Nolan and I stared at each other in fear.
We can't reveal our relationship to our Lead. We needed to get out of here. Fast.
"Back exit." I whispered softly. I knew that our kind had excellent hearing. Especially Anneke.
Nolan nodded, and he saw a waitress walking by. I cringed when he purposely tripped her, and the plates started crashing to the floor. The noise caught the Lead's attention, and Nolan and I started to crawl quickly towards the red EXIT sign. I felt a gaze... but I couldn't look back. While people were crowding around the waitress, me and Nolan finally reached the back exit.
Nolan and I rolled like secret agents and we made it safely to the car. We high fived, put on our sunglasses, and drove inconspicuously away. We went to his house and enjoyed slices of sweet pineapple for the rest of the day.
^ I wish.
This is what really happened.
Turns out to be that the back exit was an exit from the kitchen. So when we opened the door, we were greeted by the confused cooking staff and waitresses.
In our panic, Nolan and I ran to the emergency escape door.
Bad idea.
The cooks started yelling, and I accidentally catapulted a few eggs at the head cook.
Some waitresses misunderstood this for a food fight.
Most of them ran away, afraid that food will get into their hair. But this one chick- with the tattoos- yelled in glory and started flinging cooked lobster everywhere.
Pots were dropped. Nolan and I kept running into terrified people. Nolan once slipped on a bar of butter that had been knocked off a table from the terrified people. I helped him up, and as I did, I felt a stinging pinch on my right arm. I ignored it, and dragged Nolan to the emergency exit and we were finally outside.
But we didn't escape yet.
So I hauled him to his car, and I felt something hit my back and explode.
The now angry cooking staff were throwing tomatoes at us.
Legit.
So we tried to get into the car, dodging tomatoes, and Nolan quickly drove away while windshield-wipering the tomato residue on the windshield.
Did I mention, he drove away when I still didn't get into the car?!
He realized that in a few seconds and reversed back for me. I ran and quickly got in, and we drove in complete silence, smelling absurdedly like tomatoes and lobster sauce. A few minutes passed. He looked at me, and laughed before clearing his throat. And trying to hide a smile.
I looked.
That one crazy chick with tattoos threw a live lobster.
And it just happened to have attached itself (Clawed) on my arm.
Great. :/
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That one was short, please excuse me, but I felt like I had the need to type SOMETHING.
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