Chapter 3

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After what seemed like hours of silence, I opened my mouth. "Did you know that when you kiss someone you're just making one big tunnel from butt hole to butt hole?" 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" said Man-Bun.

"Abandonment issues," I stated blandly.

"What?" Matthew questioned.

"I don't have a dad," I replied.

"That doesn't give you an excuse to be a fuckin' retard," Man-Bun said.

"Eat a dick and fucking die!" I yelled back.

He looked slightly shocked at my word choice, but didn't reply.

"I have to piss," I said loudly.

"No one gives a fuck," Man-Bun replied.

"Fine. I'll just piss in your car," I retorted.

"Not my car," he grunted.

"No one is pissing in my car!" yelled the driver, "I'll pull over, and you can piss on a bush or something."

"Works for me," I replied.

He pulled over, and only then did I realize that I had no idea where we were.

Mental note, I thought to myself, don't nap while being kidnapped.

"Where are we?" I yelled, crouching behind a bush on the side of the road.

"You're being kidnapped. We're not going to tell you," Man-Bun yelled back.

He's kind of a douche bag

"You're kind of a douche bag!" I yelled.

"It's a gift," he yelled back.

"I know this is a long shot," I said, "But do you have toilet paper?"

"I dunno, I'll check," yelled Matthew.

Why don't they know for sure if they have toilet paper? I asked myself.

"We have toilet paper!" Matt yelled, throwing it towards me. 

It bounced off my head, and rolled away. I shuffled towards it, being careful not to trip on my pants. 

I tripped on my pants, and landed face first in the dirt. Fuck it, I thought, pulling my leggings back up. I grabbed the roll of toilet paper and chucked it at Man-Bun.

"Think fast, bitch!" I shouted.

He looked at the toilet paper lazily. "You're lucky I don't hit girls." He pushed me into the van.

"But you impersonate their brother and kidnap them. On their birthday no less," I replied sarcastically. 

"It's your birthday?" yelled Matt excitedly.

"You already knew this, dumbass," Man-Bun said, "you have the fucking memory of a gold fish I swear."

His face dropped. 

"What'd ya get me?" I asked.

"You'll see," Matthew said, smiling again.

"When do I get to know your names?" I asked.

"When we get home," Man-Bun said.

Home? I thought to myself, where is that? I layed my head against the window and fell asleep. 

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