After I've heard Prince sigh, I was about to ask what was wrong but I looked ahead and saw that the freeway was backed up. "Aw man" I moaned. "I thought rush hour was over but I guess not". Prince said while looking around to find a faster lane. He moves over to one the faster lane and a car blows at us. "Nigga fuck you!" Prince said putting up the finger so the person behind us can see. I started laughing, he sounds funny when he curses, I love it. Prince noticed me laughing and he laughs too, "Heh haa, muh'fucka act like he can't wait. And sorry for cussin boo". "Oh no it's fine, I like it when you cuss". I blushed behind my hands that were pressed against my face.
We got pretty far on the freeway but the traffic was still heavy. Our lane was the fastest, but eventually it slowed down. "I should try getting over, we're almost at our exit to Buena Park". Prince slowly gets over in the slower lane near the exit. He puts on his turn signal, and his car slows down even more. "Why are you slowing down? We're almost at the exit, there's no cars in fron-" "No no no nooo!!" Prince shouted in fear. "What?!" I asked anxiously. "We're out of gas!!!" he cried while pulling over to the side of the freeway. "Oh my god, are you serious?!" I pushed my hair back. "WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!" Prince said looking around, dreadfully. "Prince, we're not going to die. Stop overreacting". Damn, he's more anxious than I am right now. I should be the one panicking, my aunt is gonna kill me if we're on this freeway any longer. Prince looks around for something, "Chey look in my glove box, there should be a Triple A paper in there". I opened the glove box and dug around some and found it eventually, "Here it is" I gave him the paper and he dialed the number from it. "Oh my god, please pick up!". Prince looks scared as hell right now, poor baby. "Hello?!" Prince semi yelled through the phone. He then gives the person on the other line our location. "Please hurry!". After he hung up, he turned to me, "They're on their way!" "Sweet!" I said while putting the paper back in the glove box.
While we waited on the side of the freeway for AAA to arrive, I wanted to call my aunt to let her know about our situation but I don't have her number saved in my phone. Then I've tried calling and texting Ariana numerous times but she's not answering, oh great. Prince even tried calling her too and still nothing. We've been sitting here for about 20 minutes or longer and AAA haven't showed up yet. "I'm going to call AAA again, I can't believe this". Prince called again and gave the exact location to them. "I swear, we're gonna die Chey, this is like a movie!" I kept telling him to calm down but he won't listen. "This shit is so unnecessary dawg!" he pouted.
The sky grew darker by the minute and the freeway lights turn on. I slouch in my seat, "Ughhh! This is my fault! I shouldn't of made you drive around LA for me. I should've at least reminded you to stop at a gas station while we were touring". I blamed myself. "It's not your fault, I should've reminded myself". Prince stroked my hair. His fingers gave me chills.
A few minutes rolled by and AAA finally pulled up. "YES! Triple A is here!!! We've been saved!!!" Prince jumps out his seat like a little kid to talk to the AAA guy. They wired up his car to add enough fuel in it to get us to the nearest gas station. "WOO!" Prince celebrates and does a dance around the Jeep. I shake my head at him smiling from inside the car. He's such a baby, he's adorbs!
We're back on the road and Prince pulls up at a Mobil gas station. *Grrgh!* My stomach growled. Prince and I haven't ate since In-N-Out Burger and that was like 5 hours ago. Before Prince closed the door when he got out, I waved for his attention. "I'm kinda hungry, can you buy me some chips? I just want a small bag of spicy nacho Doritos". He nod, "Sure". While Prince was inside the gas station, my phone rang. I wonder is this my aunt, I'm not sure because I don't know her number by heart. I answered it, "Um, hello?" "CHEY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I figured it was her. I sighed before I could explain what happened. "Look auntie, I'm sorry for running late-" "DID THAT PRESTON BOY KIDNAP YOU?! IT'S AFTER FUCKING 8 AND YOU'RE STILL NOT BACK YET!" "Auntie calm down and let me explain!" I don't know if I should tell her about me and Prince's tour. She'll probably be furious about that, "Look, Prince and I were on the freeway and it was backed up, but when it finally cleared up we ran out of gas, but we're at the gas station now. We're on our way back, I promise!" "I'll give you guys 10 minutes. If y'all not back by 8:15 then I'm calling the fucking cops!" My heart dropped. She can't be serious. I've told her what held us up. I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks.
I hear foot steps approach my side of the car and I glanced up at Prince who said, "Here" and squeezed the bag of chips through my window that was rolled down some. I quickly took the chips then looked away and thanked him before he could notice me crying. I could hear him stagger a little as if he knew something was wrong, but he continued walking to the other side of the car to put in gas. I looked at the time on my phone and it's 8:06. I really hate my aunt right now.
Once Prince got in, he gently rubbed my shoulder, "What's wrong?" I wouldn't make eye contact with him, I didn't want him to see me cry, but my body language is so obvious. "I-uh, my aunt just called..." "She's worried about you, huh? What did she say?" he asked. "She-she yelled at me and threatened to call the cops if we're not back by 8:15". Prince looks at the time on his phone, then sighs, "You did tell her about our hold up, didn't you?" he asked uneasily. I nod, "Yes but she didn't listen. She thought you kidnapped me, please take me back to her.." my voice cracked up and I was trying so hard to not burst into tears in front of Prince. This can't happen on the first day of our hang out, but I'm so worried about Prince being charged for kidnapping. "Don't cry, Imma get you there on time". He wipes the tears from my face and starts up the car. I opened the Doritos and slowly ate them while thinking about my aunt's threat towards Prince.
When we pulled up in my aunt's driveway, her and Ari were standing on the porch waiting. I glanced at the time and it's 8:13. Thank you lord, and thank you Prince. "Thank you Prince, today was um, nice..." Before I opened my door, he stopped me. "Wait, I'll walk up with you". We both got out and walked up to the porch together. "Look aunt Tina, I clearly explained to you why we were late. Now why would you threaten Prince like that? Why would you even think about calling the cops to accuse him of kidnapping?! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped with frustration. Ariana gasped then turned to our aunt, "You threatened to call the cops on Princeton? Why? He's a nice dude and him and Chey are such great friends!". Aunt Tina ignored her, "Chey don't use profanity at me! Imma pop you in that mouth!" "You cursed at me on the phone so why should it matter!? You're not my mom!" "But I'm your mom's sister, now get your ass in this house!" I turned to Prince and hugged him tight. I didn't wanna let him go and I could tell he didn't want to either. When we finally pulled away, I ran in the house crying while running up the stairs to my room.
Oh no! Why would Chey's aunt think about calling the police on Prince? What do you think will happen next?
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