"Will I still get to see Far From Home?" Cath asked.
"Nah" one of the cops said.
'I should change my name...' Cath thought to herself.
The rest of the drive to the jail was silent.
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Cath then got a text. She took out her phone. "Cath, I'm coming to break you out!" a text from Nikki read.
——— MEANWHILE... ———
Nikki left her house and started driving down the street. She put on dramatic rock music and rolled down her window, letting the wind blow her hair dramatically.
Nikki didn't have her driver's license.
In fact, she failed that shit the first try.
*WEE-OO, WEE-OO!*
'Oh fak' Nikki thought. 'Should I pull over?
Nah.'
She slammed her foot down harder on the gas and continued driving full speed to Wisconsin.
Until she was running out of gas. By this point, she had lost the police, so she went to the nearest gas station and went inside to buy some snacks.
Once she went back outside and finished filling up the car, she opened the driver's door and there was the police officers that were chasing her in their car. "Surprise betch" one said.
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"Get in the slammer!" a guard yelled to Cath.
Once thrown in there, Cath took a look at her clothes. As the guard started to walk away, she spoke up "Wait, am I gonna get the cool prison clothes??"
The guard rolled her eyes and walked away.
Cath sat down and thought for a little bit.
'I'm not gonna see Far From Home.' She started crying obnoxiously. 'No Tom Netherlands, no Jake Gillahoo, no Zendalia... What is my life?!?'
That's when the cell door opened and something awesome occurred; it was Nikki!
"Nikki, you meant it! You came to (christian)bail me out!"
Nikki laughed and got thrown in the cell like Cath had just a few minutes earlier. "Nah friend, I got thrown in here with you lmao. Roommates!"
"Oh no, but now what?" Cath asked.
There was a 479% chance Kade wouldn't have the energy to come save them.
Oh no. Our legends were screwed.
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Coolvengers
De TodoA crack story I wrote with the help of @jordunwithyou. Partially based on the inspiring, true story. **Disclaimer: I don't own Target, Starbucks, or any of the people mentioned in the story.