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The sun had just set, the dark sky setting in. The moon shone through the thin clouds that littered the sky.
You sat in the get away car. That's right, a get away car. You weren't waiting for a friend, and you weren't an accomplice.
You worked at a (highly illegal) get away car company for thieves.
They would call you, you'd get in your black van, and drive to their location. They'd get in, you'd drop them off and probably never see them again.
But this call was different.
The man had said to go to the railroad tracks by the river, and wait for five teenage boys.
So you did. You drove there as quick as you could, and parked. You waited and waited, until there was a thump on the roof.
"Is anyone there?" You yelled, waiting for a response.
"Drive!" Two voices yelled from the top of the van.
As you drove away, you heard motorcycles behind you.
"Shit! Get inside!"
You saw an arm reach for the passenger door, and another two for the side door. They successfully got it open, and hopped in quickly and carefully.
"Where to?" You asked, keeping your eyes on the road.
"You got a place?" The curly haired boy asked.
"Yeah," you told him.
"Can you lose these guys and get to your place?" He asked.
"You got it."
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Get Away| Wyatt Oleff ✔️
FanfictionGet away drivers aren't supposed to get involved wyatt oleff x reader this is hella cringe btw
