Out of Time

Chapter 1: Late

**This story takes place at Marcus and Martinus's current age, but they are not famous singers in this story and they live in Oslo.**
"Darn Martinus, we missed the bus. Now what are we gonna do?" I don't answer Marcus, all I do is watch the city bus go down the street, turning a corner out of sight.
That was our bus to take to our football (soccer) match today. Mama and papa couldn't take us because they had a lot of work to do at home. Since we're 16 now, we're allowed to take the bus alone, as long as it's a close destination. Our choices now are to either catch the next bus or run to the field, both of which we'll probably be late for.
Suddlenly a red car pulls next to us, the windows almost completely tainted black. Marcus stands right next to me as we watch the car window roll down from the passenger side. A man is driving with no one else in the car.
"Excuse me boys, do you need a ride, I just noticed you missed your bus." He seemed really nice, but we didn't know him. For all we know he could be a kidnapper in disguise.
"Uh no thanks." Marcus answers the man politely. "We better go now or we'll be late. Thanks anyway!" Marcus immediately pulls me away, neither of us looking back for the man's answer, or to see if he followed us. As we turned the corner, we picked up speed, since we were already running late to our match.
"Martinus!" Marcus yells in front of me, "Did you see if that guy was following us?" I shook my head. "Nei I didn't, but we would've noticed by now if he followed us right?" Marcus gave me a worried look, but I wasn't worried at all. "Don't worry Marcus we're fine. We should be more worried about coach Mr. Hansen yelling at us that we're late." Marcus laughed, and we kept running, managing to make it to the game right at kickoff.
"Marcus, Martinus, where were you guys?" Our friend Theo asked as we sat down to join our team.
"We missed the bus and so we had to run here." Marcus answered for the both of us. He didn't say anything about that guy which I guess is kind of a good thing.
Our match started, but as I walked further into the field to start, I had this really strange feeling like I was being watched. I looked over to Marcus, who sensed my uneasiness, but he just smiled and shrugged it off. I decided he was right and got ready to start.

A/N: Hey all I will try to do updating as much as I can and finish my last story. My updates will be whenever I have inspiration, which is hopefully at least once a week. Thanks for bearing with me