Kidnapping the boy band

I look up and see him, the entire reason I'm even in this damn city. My heart, my lungs, my entire being sparks alive when our eyes meet and for a second, only a second, I truly believe he feels it too. His big brown eyes pierce into mine and instead of looking icy or cold, as I had once imagined, they look comforting and warm. As he looks at me I feel safe, so content until the eye contact is broken and a man the size of a tower forces himself in between us. "Excuse me Miss, Mr. Hood needs to be getting back to the bus, he does not have time to sign any autographs." The next thing I knew, three people were dead and I had a boy band in the backseat of my car. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to my mom?