Chapter 20

"Dike! You freak! I can't believe you let that chick steal your infamous blue bug!" Becca screamed at the Hanson.
"Me?! How the heck is this my fault? You were right here too, remember sherlock!?" he yelled back.
"Well it's your car dumb-ass! Sorry.. that came out wrong. Let's just stay calm and think this through logically," Becca said, hitting herself on the forehead.
"Fine. I already know what I'm going to do!" he said, reaching in his pocket. "Oh crap! It's not here!" he said in frustration.
"What are you talking about now!?" Becca said, getting incredibly annoyed with him.
"My cell-phone... I guess I must have left it in the car! Dammit!" he finished.
Just then, a car pulled up behind them and a man got out of it. "Hey guys, having some car trouble?" he asked, nicely enough.
"Yeah, this one lady... OUCH! Dike you freak!" Becca cringed in pain as Isaac elbowed her side... hard.
"Yes, our tire is flat and well, we just don't know how to change it! Could you give us a hand?" Isaac asked, eyeing the man's Chevie Jimmy.
"Sure! Have a spare?".
"In the trunk, thanks for all this!".
"No problem, I'll just be one second," the man answered, making his way towards the pile-o-junk vehicle, whistling some tune that Becca didn't recognize.
Isaac grabbed Becca's arm and whispered, "We're swiping his car... now."
"Do I have to call you Dike again? That guy is so nice!" Becca said, rolling her eyes.
"Do you want to walk home?!" Isaac asked, glaring at her.
"Guess not. Why can't we just tell him what happened and ask him to help us?" Becca questioned.
"Because that would be too easy, duh!" Isaac answered, dragging her toward the Jimmy.
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The woman driving Isaac's bug continued peering in her mirror to see if the 2 kids in her back seat were waking up. If they did, she'd sure have some explaining to do. She could care less about explaining though. If there was any resistance... well, she was a proffessional, and they were just kids. Okay... maybe teenagers. Close enough. For now, she'd just keep her eyes on the road, and find the closest airport, which had to be in Detroit. She followed the signs and didn't notice the stirring of the "kids" in the back.
Taylor opened his eyes and yawned quietly. He looked toward the front seat to ask Ike where the heck they were, and noticed that the chick in the front seat did not resemble Isaac at all... well, not that much. Taylor had always thought Isaac was very feminine, and he didn't know why many people thought HE was the girly one of the group.
He looked over at Jacqui who was snoring quietly. He put his hand over her mouth so she wouldn't make any noise and nudged her, attempting to wake the snoozing chica. She finally stirred and noticed the hand on her mouth, but her eyes weren't open yet. She started to say something but then Taylor said quietly in her ear,
"Say anything and you die!".
This made her eyes fly open and she saw Taylor. He quietly explained what was going on and she asked (when he was finished), "So, what do we do?".
"I'm not sure hun," he answered.
"Thanks for the encouragement, I feel great now!" she whispered sarcastically.
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"Ouch! Careful!" Vega whined as Sandra put some perioxide on the nice cut Stephanie had so generously given to her.
"Sorry about Stephanie. I think she has a stick up her butt," Sandra said non-chalantly.
Vega raised an eyebrow. This Sandra chick had problems, but if she was somehow related to the Hansons, then Vega would just have to make friends with her. A knock on the front door invaded her thoughts.
"Ugh! Coming!" Sandra said and dragged herself to the door. She opened the door a crack and 2 girls about 10 years old each started screaming. "IS TAYLOR HOME?!" they asked and giggled.
Sandra rolled her eyes and made an exasperated sigh. "THEY DON'T LIVE HERE! GO AWAY!" she yelled, slamming the door, and locking it. "Kids!" she said to no one in particular.
Vega put the bandaid on the cut and decided it was a good time to go and talk to the "nice" Stephanie girl. "Can I use your bathroom?" she asked.
Sandra pointed down the hall to where Stephanie had gone. Perfect! Vega said to herself. She walked down the hall past the bathroom and entered into a room she thought Steph might be in. She opened the door only to see it was a boy's room... maybe more than one. She gasped excitedly and opened the closet. Yep, this had to be where Taylor slept. There was so many flares it just had to be his room. There were two beds in it. I bet Tay gets his own bed and Zac and Ike share! she laughed to herself. She thought about it for a second. "Naaah," she said aloud.
"What are you doing?" a voice behind her asked.
Vega turned around and saw Stephanie standing there. "Oh nothing. It's just that you gave me a bloody nose and it got on my shirt and I needed a new shirt," Vega said, amazed at how good of a liar she had become.
"Yeah that's some great BS," Steph said narrowing her eyes.
Dead silence.
"I'm totally kidding you realize," Stephanie finally said.
"Now that's some great BS," Vega answered, and laughed.
Stephanie smirked and asked, "So how did you get here anyway? I mean like why are you here?".
"Why are any of us here?" Vega said philisophically, avoiding the question.
Steph smiled and Vega decided she wasn't that bad.
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"Isaac, I still don't think this is right!" Becca said, buckling her seat-belt as she piled quietly into the Jimmy.
"Like I said, do you want to walk?" Ike asked, starting the engine.
The man who had been helping them turned around and saw the car starting to move. "HEY!" he yelled, jumping in front of the car.
Isaac couldn't avoid him, and he heard a huge "thud" as he ran into the man who had been so nice to help them.
"Crap, what have I done?!" he asked, whamming his head against the steering wheel.
"I hate to say I told you so... but... I told you so," Becca said grimly.