the badass in disguise

1)AND MY UNCLE IS JAMES BOND

1) AND MY UNCLE IS JAMES BOND

A/N Sorry if its bad be prepared for spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors! Beware of language, drug use, and alcoholic beverages! Picture of Cassy on the side. And music video for the car chase, uh-oh spoiler alert! ENJOY THO MHAHAHAHAHA!

The night was brisk making my breath turn to fog and the air smelled of fresh spray paint. Man, I love that smell. I stop for the moment and look up at my masterpiece. It was a girl with silver skin and a Afro made of letters.

"Hey, Cassy, watcha you think," I whisper over my shoulder, and I hear foot steps walk up next to me.

Cassy lets out a breath from her light pink lips, "Its beautiful, you have done it again, Nick" I smile at my brunette friend. She smiles back.

I toss all the empty cans into my dark purple Jan sport bag and throw it onto my back. We walk out of the alley and we search for Cassy's boyfriend, Lukas, car. We walk silently down the street of downtown Salem, Oregon. I hear an engine purr. I turn around to see a cop car two blocks down the street.

"Shit, Cassy we need to get the hell out of here!" I breathe, she turns around eyes wide and spots the car and we take off running.

I hear shouts and see two men jump out of the car. One was like a giant bowling ball and the other was like Luigi from Mario. "Stop *pant* in the name *pant* of the law." one of the men shout. I laugh because they haven't even ran three blocks and they are already out of breathe.

"You might as well roll down the street if you want to catch us, and who the hell says that what century are we in the 1800's. I don't think so sir. " Yells Cassy as she pulls out her phone and dials Lukas."We have been caught. We are running on Court Street towards the Carousel."

I hear yelling on the other side.

"Fuck no, I didn't meet any guys!Why the hell did you just ask this when I am running away from something?

Cue more yelling.

"See you in a little bit."

I couldn't help but giggle at Cassy when she talks to her boyfriend. It is some funny stuff. We pass Copperjohns, a restaurant. When my black 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Fastback comes speeding around the tires squealing. Confused I stop running waiting for my car to meet up to us. The car swerves next to the curb waiting for us to get in. Glancing back to see the cops running back to their car.

Running to the drivers side I knock on the tinted window. The window rolls down and I see the blonde boy we call Lukas grinning like a maniac, "God I love your car. You mind if I take it for a spin later, Nick!"

"Maybe," Lukas's grin widens, "after I die. Now get in the back."

Grumbling a few words of choice, he opens the door and hops in the back with Cassy. Not wasting anytime I stomp on the gas and make a U-turn. Man, do I love going fast. I have a big smile on my face as we start to reach 60 miles per hour. Which is actually pretty fast for downtown. A giggling Cassy crawls up to the passenger and turns on the radio and The Clash "I Fought the Law".

Looking in my rear mirror and the cops are far behind so I slow down a little bit. Glancing at clock I realize that it was three in the morning.

"Hey, Cassy?" Turning down the volume and adjusting the center mirror to look in the back seat to look into her mesmerizing blue seeing holes (damn right that's what I call them)

"What's up, babe?"

"Can I crash at your place, I don't feel like dealing with my step dad,"

"Why did you even ask, of course you can stay," a smile automatically spreading across her face.