The Way We Get By

Princess and her Tarzan.

I'm now sat in the back seat of Nate's car, with that other weird guys that grabbed Yashika seated next to him into he front, and an unconscious Yashika drooling on my shoulder.

I give it five minutes before This girl snorts in her sleep.

Yes this oh-so-lady-like girl as she claims next to me, snorts! And I don't mean like a little excusable snort I mean it's like being in a zoo with a wild animal when this girl snorts. But I love her none the less.

I've been in this care for five minutes and I'm already bored.

"Excuse me Tarzan."

This guy who I'm going to be referring to as Tarzan, who is actually Nate, but will remain as Tarzan until he apologizes for nearly giving me a concussion coming dow the stairs. Stupid Tarzan.

"Tarzan?"

He sat in the driver's seat of his blue Mustang lightly laughing to himself, then turned to see me lost in thought glaring at the back of his head.

"You alright there, princess?"

Princess!! Excuse me!

Nope! Not happening. The glare that was once focused on the back of his head was now in the mirror, where his grey blue eyes met my fiery dark brown ones.

This only caused his smirk to increase as he once again started to laugh to himself.

"Aww, is my beautiful little princess all angry now, don't worry I forgive you for not using my name."

Oh. No. He. Fudging. Didn't!

I may be shy but do not piss me off, especially not in a moving company car. Before Tarzan could even think I was half way through the middle of the two seats, aiming to at least headbutt or punch this guy. Although aiming more for the second as to why should I suffer to make him suffer, but hen thinking about it maybe this guy is worth sacrificing a red mark and a potential headache, I mean let's be honest by the end of their car ride I was gonna have one either way.

Before my head or fist could even come into contact with any of his body parts the car's breaks were forcefully slammed on, causing me to nearly fly straight out of the front windscreen.

Is this guy nuts!

Honestly if it weren't for the guy sitting next to him, whose name name I still strangely don't know I would be in the middle of the road right now.

"Dude are you crazy, you nearly killed me!"

Another one of those animalistic growls left his mouth before he was out of the driver's seat I assume heading for the back.

Fudge balls!

As quick as my hips would let me I shook what my mama gave me and was in the driver's seat just as Tarzan had dove into the back.

The guys that was once sitting next to Tarzan was laughing his ass off, and I mean full on hunched over the dashboard, gasping for breath holding his stomach, laughs soon coming out as wheezes due to his lack of oxygen.

As much so wanted to laughter at this guy I didn't have time as the driver's side door was opened, wait a very and I mean the definition of a triggered Tarzan standing at the opening.

Oops, well not gonna stay here for Tarzan's fury rage, and by the look on his face, it's gonna be like stepping into the depths of hell.

Before his tree trunk like arms could reach in to grab me I was on the other guys knee trying to get out from his door. I may of just made the situation a whole lot worse.

Have you ever been flipping through the channels of TV and some how managed to find that random nature channel with the Lions and cheetahs running eighty miles an hour, jumping for their prey.

Probably not, as there is a thing called Netflix and YouTube that we all love. But if you have imagine that one only,

Tarzan's worse!

He nearly ripped his car door off and punched the other guy in the face screaming something about not touching her she's mine.