Kidnapped

I've missed you truck.

So, guess what we were in?

          A truck. Isn’t that surprising?

          Now it was just annoying. And getting quite old.

          “What do you want with us?” Liam said, blood dripping down his nose as the guys tied us up. Of course, we had tried to fight, but it was not a success.

          “What do you think?” Raven said. “Now shut up, we got some more packages to pick up.”

          I knew exactly what he meant. “Kayla and Harry,” I mumbled once the guys had left and went to the front of the truck.

          Liam nodded.

          “I…I can’t believe it.” I said. “I’m so sorry, Liam.”

          “Why are you sorry? I was the one who suggested going to the movies in the first place. It’s my fault.”

          “No, it’s not,” I said. “If we wouldn’t have made you help us in Paris…. you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

          “Exactly,” Liam replied. “Harry and I wouldn’t be here. And I want to be here. With you.”

          I smiled a little, but still felt bitter.  “I… I just can’t believe it.”

          Suddenly, the truck stopped.

          I heard splashing and punching and yelling and swearing and much more.

          And then the doors opened and two bodies were thrown onto us.

          “Owww,” Kayla said.

          The door slammed shut.

          “Gee, it’s great to see you guys again,” Liam said, moving Harry off of him.

          “Heyyy guys!!!!” Kayla said. “How’s your day going?”

          “Pretty good,” I said, nodding. “Just you know, the usual, you?”

          “Jumping off cliffs, getting kidnapped, that kind of thing,” Kayla said.

          “Yeah, about that…” I said.

          “Not the best time,” Harry said. “It’s Jean.”

          “What?” Liam and I said. “It’s Raven.”

          “WHAT?” Kayla and Harry yelled.

          “I guess they want their revenge, for the whole volcano thing and sinking boat thing. The Devin thing is kind of my fault. Sorry.”

          “It’s no one’s fault.” Liam said. “Any of us would’ve killed that dude if we were you.”

          “Does anyone have their cell phones?” I asked, staring at Kayla. “And please be honest.”

          Kayla giggled. “No, Harry and I left ours at the cliff.”

          “And ours are in my car,” Liam said, sighing. “Perfect.”

          The whole “truck” routine was kind of figured out. Kayla and Harry went into one corner, and Liam and I laying in the other. For once, Kayla and Harry weren’t making out, just talking. If that was even possible.