F.I.N.E
302 Words
The passenger door blew to smithereens and I hid my face as a shower of metal pieces rained down. I was thrown against my door which thankfully was still there as Zedo swerved all over avoiding the fire and broken pieces of road.
I could no longer see the figure that was on our windshield so I assumed he had fallen off in all the turbulence.
When we had gotten a safe distance away Zedo stopped the car, turned off the music that I didn't realize was still playing, and spun around.
He let out a deep breath,
“Are you okay?”
I nodded shakily,
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
“You know F.I.N.E means Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional right?”
I wasn't sure how to respond to that but I didn't have to.
Through the opening of where the passenger door should be I saw a pair of red cowboy boots dangling over the side of the car.
I let out a short scream that sounded more like a squeal as the legs swung into the cop car bringing with them the rest of the biker dude's body. He landed like a cat on all fours clawing for the other side of the seat until he had successfully secured his spot.
Zedo looked at me and rolled his eyes when I screamed, clearly misinterpreting my alarm.
“Chill out it's a joke F freaked out I insecure N neurotic E emotional, get it?.”
Of course I understood the joke, no matter what he thought I was not completely incompetent. But at that moment my words weren't functioning so I just gestured at our new passenger.
Zedo glanced to where I was pointing and did a double take. That one moment of hesitation probably cost him his life.
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