"We should call some one."

Kayla just nodded her head and started tapping on her phone before she started talking. 

"Yeah, just pick us up. We'll be waiting."

She then waited for a while, maybe they were still talking on the other end.

"Just hang up already you monster! You know how I am about phone calls!"

She then put the phone back.

"Hey y/n, what was all that yelling about?"

Her skin immediately darkened, she was blushing.

"O-oh that. I have really bad anxiety when it comes to phone calls. I have the regular one where I don't know what to say, but my biggest anxiety with phone calls is ending the call. I have no idea if they're going to say anything, or if it's too early. Or what if it's too late? It's so frustrating, and I will always wait for the other person to press the end call button because that is how hard it is for me."

Wow, I never knew that about her. Then again it's not like I've spent all that much time with her anyway. My thoughts were stopped though as a van finally pulled up, and the doors at the back soon opening.

"Get in Kayla and other person!"

Kayla immediately  grabbed my hand and pulled me up, then dragged me into the car, with the door soon shutting behind us. Sirens were soon filling the air.

"Guys, gun it."

And so they did. We were driving above the speed limit, with the police chasing us. What was going on!? I thought Kayla was a good Christian girl.

"We can't be caught now!"

"Why would you be caught? I thought you were a good girl!"

"Well, we may or may not be running an underground business in California where we may or may not be selling plastic straws.."

"Kayla you idiot!"

"I know. But hey, welcome to the team!"

She then started pointing to people also in the van.

"That's Chris, that's Zoe, Bonus #1, #2, and that's a cardboard cut out of voice over Pete because why the heck not!?"

[Gangsta Ending. Ending 2/9]

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