Car Talk
The ride was uncomfortable to say the least. Worse than trying to tango with piranhas. Two boys with a sheesh of a past. And they were coming out with their little, watery, fishy teeth... Adam slammed on the brakes and whipped around in the front seat. We were driving home at Adams insistance and threats at calling both our guardians. Even though we had both been responsible and texted people were weren't coming home, Adam had been suspicious, found out Logan wasn't home and came here. He had been friends with this boy once, he knew all his "places". Logan didn't uncross his arms from where he sat in the backseat staring out a window working his jaw. He wasn't any happier about how his bike was thrown in the back of the truck and having to call the insurance people to change course to
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