"If I don't respond to your insult it means what I wanted to say was too mean and I decided to let you live."  ~ Teenager post #29961

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Dedicated to Tealmemories for supporting me SO much. I always love your comments, Sadie.

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"Brad, wake up."

He shot up bolt right on the bench.

I chuckled and said, "Although you'd bless the whole world if you just slept forever, we gotta go." I helped him up.

"Huh?" He asked, still half asleep.

I slapped his cheek so that he'd wake up.

"WAKE UP, SLEEPING BEAUT – UGLY!" I yelled in his ear.

Billy: Wrong move. Keep your guard up now.

I groaned in pain as a strong fist hit my guts. Nice timing, Billy.

"I'm not sorry for that." He said, finally awake as he blows on his fist, as if to wipe off any germs he'd caught.

"How did I end up on this bench?" He asked.

"I made you sleep walk."

"Say what?"

"I've taken a video of it from your phone if you want to see." I said, chuckling at the memory.

His hand immediately went for his phone.

"Later, sleeping freak." I said dismissively and walked ahead to the nearest taxi stand.

Brad followed me, seeing the video I took. Half way through the video, he covered his face with his hand with embarrassment.

I threw my head back and laughed at the memory, enjoying his position right now.

We waited on the pavement for about ten minutes before getting into a taxi.

"Where to?" He grunted.

"California?" I asked.

"Fifty dollars."

"Take us half way there. We only have twenty."

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"I know what you did last summer (aah).
Look me in the eyes my lover."

I nodded my head to the music instead of answering the phone. Hey, that's what a normal person does when he listens to good music.

Brad sighed and took the phone from me, answering it.

I pouted and gestured him to put it on speaker.

"Where are you? I didn't get your call yet and there are four days left." It's probably that guy from the video. His voice sounded worried.

"We're about 300 miles from California. It would take us roughly three to four days to come." I said.

"Is this Chad or Brad?"

"How do you know our names or that both of us are travelling?"

"I know a lot more about you, Brad, than you know about yourself. Do you see that white BMW in front of you? The car number is F3518." He asked, thinking he was speaking to Brad.

I glanced up. Stalker much?

"Yeah."

"Get inside it. My driver is waiting for you. Tell him you're Ryder's guest. Hopefully you'd get there in two and a half days."

So his name is Ryder.

"How do you know our names or where we are?" I asked again.

"Reliable sources." He answered, as if it was the most obvious thing.

I cut the phone abruptly and we walked to the car. Brad knocked on the window.

"What?" He asked in a monotone. He looked tall and buff.

"We're Ryder's guests." He said.

"Come in." He flashed us a toothy grin.

Brad slid in the shot gun seat and I was forced to sit back.

We traveled a few miles in silence before I broke it.

"So, driver guy, do you –"

"My name's Brent."

"Okay, Brent. Do you know who those kidnappers are?"

"Kidnappers? Oh, you mean Alex and Rose?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

He sighed. "Yeah, they are known to be the 'bad guys' of our area. Who did they kidnap this time?" He sounded bored, as if it's normal for them to kidnap people and kill them.

"My mom." Brad interrupted.

"Is this a rescue mission?" He asked, laughing lightly.

"No, we're just going all the way to California from Colorado just to have Starbucks." I said, rolling my eyes.

"All the best, then. Trust me, those are really harsh people. No one has ever had their way with them."

"That's reassuring."

"Hey, I've gotta be honest."

"So, Mr. Honest guy, do you know anything about them? Their weaknesses?" Brad asked.

"Their weakness is money. They'd do anything for it. Their own parents abandoned them when they were fourteen so I guess that's why they kidnapped yours."

"But that's MY mom. Can't they find their own? Why would they choose to take my parents who live a thousand miles away?" He almost yelled, frustrated.

"Calm down, Brad. If I hear another decibel of your voice my ears would start crying."

"An if I sense your presence for a second longer, my brain would start crying."

"You have a brain?" I asked, incredulously.

"I don't expect to notice because it takes one to know one."

"You don't have to be a genius to figure out how tiny your pea sized brain is."

"At least I have one."

"Don't worry, you'll eventually be as smart as me – even if by accident."

Brent chuckled, amused by our fight, "Calm down, both of you."

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"Pit stop." Brent said, as we reached the sign that said, 'WELCOME TO CALIFORNIA.'

"Thanks. Brad's disgusting presence is slowly killing me." I said, getting out of the car first.

He mumbled something about me not being able to handle his so called 'awesomeness'.

I stepped in the edge of the mountain, taking in the view. I heard Brad's annoying footsteps approach me.

"This is what Mother Nature did to the mountains. Aren't you jealous?" I asked, glancing back at him with my hands in my pockets.

"She sure did justice to me. But it's okay, Chad. One day – even if by accident – you would be as nice as this view." He patted my shoulder.

I shrugged it off. "No, I don't have think I can drop my level of goodness."

"You must be seeing things upside down lately."

"No, I'm perfectly straight. You should learn to get your head out of your ass."

He ignored that – most probably because he had no comeback – and stared at the view in from of him.

Maybe I could let that slide.

Billy: Or not.

Yeah,

"Cat got your tongue, Baby Brad?" I said, making the smirk clear in my voice.

"No, I just don't plan murders out loud." He said.

Double meaning?

"Alex and Rose." He continued.

My face grew serious and my head started racing.

"Why on earth did they choose your parents to kidnap?" I thought out loud.

"Not parents. They took my mom and killed my dad." He said, fighting back the sob.

I stiffly nodded my head once. If I baby him, he would break down and it would all get messy. And I would have no idea how his dad died.

"Okay." I said, stopping the conversation. It's best if I found out later.

He just stared at the scenery, not even sparing me a glance.

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Aaannnd second chappy's up! Yeah, I kinda promised someone that I'd update today so HERE IT IS!

Hope you enjoyed! :)

PS: those snacks are all yours. (🍫🍪🍿🍕🍟) oh. Except the chocolates. They're MINE. XDD JKK