“We could get arrested for this you know.”

“Duh. Why else do you think we’re doing it?”

“I thought you wanted to piss off your dad.”

“Exactly.”

“You make no sense.”

“Just shut up and follow me!”

“Of course. Because that totally doesn’t make me an accomplice to the crime.”

“Are you serious? Okay, you know what? You can be my hostage. Does that sound better?”

”...fine.”

“Then it’s all good. Now just get in the car.”

“Where are we driving to?”

“The highway.”

“Ok but like where from the highway?”

“The highway.”

“Whoa wait... you’re gonna crash the car aren’t you?”

”...Amy?”

“Of course not. We’re just going to speed a little.”

“Oh right speed a little in a cop car with your best-friend-hostage sorta situation. How could I not see this coming?”

“Because you’re a dimwit with barely enough braincells to put on a seatbelt.”

“My seatbelt is on just fine- DID YOU JUST TURN ON THE SIREN?”

“Oops.”

“Oops? OOPS?! That’s what you have to say to this?”

“Musta accidentally hit the button. What’s the big deal?”

“I swear I am going to strangle you the second- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WOMAN DID YOU JUST DRIVE OVER A ROAD SIGN?!”

“Hey stop it! No distracting the driver.”

“Just let me do the damn steering before you kill us both.”

“Don’t worry! All the cars keep making room for us!”

“BECAUSE YOU TURNED ON THE SIREN ON A STOLEN COP CAR.”

“Chill ok? And quit the damn yelling. We’re just borrowing the car, anyways.”

“You. Don’t. Just. ‘Borrow’. Your. Dad’s. Car.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about anything. The real police should be here soon anyways.”

“Well they can’t get here fast enough! You’re gonna make the car crash at some point I know it.”

“No I won’t. I got this-”

“SHIT.”

“Ok. Fine. I admit it. You called that.”

“Chris?”

“Are you ok?”

“Chris??”

“I swear on everything that is holy, if your dad doesn’t kill you, I sure as fuck will.”

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HUGE shoutout to the little kids that decided to play pretend around the library and state the line, “You can be my hostage!” to inspire this piece.