Framed (unOrdinary Fanfic)

|~Dumb Receipt~|

I'm sorry for not updating ;-; I had a schedule, but like, I kinda got busy cause now I got work, and school, and sports, and yknow all that stuff. Besides I gotta have a social life outside so that's a hassle to maintain- plus I've got my precious fanfics, so I think I need to prioritize stuff in life rn ;w;

Anyways, we got a educational chapter here, you get to learn how to fill a car with gas- I don't have my own car yet (bikes are dominant-) but yknow, I can't really have the whole unO gang biking around with a dead body can I?

Anyways enjoy the chapter and my mini rant- lemme know how the chapter is!

-Book

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||~Chapter 5~||

|~Arlo~|

"Shit."

The dark haired male beside me paused, almost as if he was waiting for me to suggest something. However, nothing came to mind as I too waited, pursing my lips.

We really are screwed...

All the materials in the trunk of the car were suspicious, and I wouldnt be surprised if they found out our motives with them. I had gotten a bit more than Seraphina had asked, the potato sack had been a added addition, we didnt want blood in the car. So was the rope, just a precaution, although in the situation now with adrenaline pumping throigh my veins, I couldnt even remember what I had brought it for.

We need to get as far away as possible.

That was obvious, considering how little we had gotten from the parking lot with that suspicious man. The car was on the side of the road, parked, although by the looks of it, it wasnt done well.

Am I supposed to know how to drive a freaking car?

This whole situation had me on edge, and it took a lot of willpower just to look up ahead straight. But thats the only way to keep pushing through, and get an idea of what to do with this problem.

"We drive to the nearest gas station."

Thats the only idea that came to my head, not the brightest, but our current situation wasnt any brighter. With the incredulous look that the cripple gave me, it was clear he didnt like the idea at all.

"Totally," he snarkily replied, "Not like we probably wont even make it. And theres people over there, its not suspicious at all that a bunch of kids are asking them for gas. What if they ask for our licence? The fuck do we do then? Did you even bring money?"

He had a point, but what else did he suggest? To bring the materials and then walk through the streets with a dead body?

Crossing my legs, my grip tightened on the steering wheel, eyes narrowing in on road ahead of me. "I wasnt asking for your opinion," I said harshly. "I have money, and opposed to you, I dont look like a kid, so its unlikely they even ask." I took the car out of its parked position, pressing lightly on the gas pedal as the car revved forwards. "if worst comes to worst, we can just steal gas."