Watch me take a crowbar
To your brand new car
Without the things your daddy bought you
You won't get very far
Without your plastic friends
And your odds and ends
Would you still be a star?
I hope that you're insured
"Dad is going to flip out if he finds out that we took his truck!" Namine whined from the passenger seat, her knees bouncing out of anxious habit. Her eyes darted between the winding road in front of them and to her brother, Roxas, in the driver seat.
"Which is why we're not going to tell him." Roxas stated matter-of-factly, raising his brows to emphasize his point, "It won't even take that long. In and out." As he spoke he rolled down the window, briefly inhaling the summer air before lighting a cigarette.
Namine frowned, making a show of waving the smoke out of her face, "Do you really think we should be testing your boundaries? I mean, you did get your license taken away."
Roxas exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking of how he'd spent his summer under house arrest after being charged for reckless driving. He assumed Namine had a point, but rather than acknowledging the red-flag, he shot Namine a side glance, "Do you want to get back at that asshole or what?"
Namine squirmed in her seat, persumably contemplating the question, "I mean—I guess so. " Her voice trailed off as she turned her head away from Roxas to look out the passenger-side window.
"Exactly! So let's make sure the stupid fucker gets what he deserves." Roxas' lips curled into a devious smirk, accentuated by the street-lights that reflected off his porcelain skin, "The GPS says we're almost there, anyway."
"Are you sure they're even going to be here?" Namine bit her bottom lip, knowing it was a stupid question. It was the last day of summer, which always meant a bonfire and camping at the campsite on the outskirts of the city.
"Of course, Hayner said it's an annual tradtion." Roxas snorted.
As Roxas pulled up to their destination, he killed the headlights to the car and pulled into the parking lot of the campsite. After finding an easy spot to maneuver out of, he turned off the engine and smoothed out his blond hair, pulling a black beanie over his head.
Next to him, his sister twisted her hair up into a bun, mimicking his actions with noticeable hesitation. Whereas Roxas was used to being a degenerate, Namine had never even returned a library book late, let alone engaged in illegal activity.
"Here put these on." Roxas insisted, tossing a pair of black leather gloves to Namine before putting on a pair of his own. While Namine worked on the gloves, he opened the door and hopped out of the truck. As he busied himself with putting his hood up, "Which car is his?" He whispered, glancing over the numerous luxury cars that were clustered together. In the distance, Roxas could hear the hum of music and the chatter of voices, indicating they were certainly at the right place.
Namine looked around the parking lot until she spotted the familiar vehicle, "It's the silver Ferrari."
Roxas glanced up to actively observe the car, snorting, "Of fucking course it is. Wouldn't expect anything less from a Hawkins, right?" The blond scoffed, tossing his cigarette onto the ground and snuffing it out with the toe of his boot, "Alright, y'know the drill, quick and dirty."
The male trailed off as he walked towards the back end of the truck, using the rear bumper to hoist himself up so that he could pull items from the bed of the truck. Leaning forward, he grabbed a back pack and tossed it to Namine before grabbing a baseball bat and a crowbar. Jumping back down, he traded the crowbar for the back-pack, slinging it over his shoulder before gesturing for Namine to follow him.
Roxas could sense that Namine was teetering on the edge of retreating, but he didn't let it distract him as they snuck over to where the ferarri was parked, careful not to attract any unnecessary attention to themselves. Crouching next to the left front tire, Roxas pulled out a can of black spray paint from inside of the bag, shaking it as he looked at Namine, "As soon as we start the alarms going to go off. Which means we've got about ten minutes to book it back to the truck and get the hell out of dodge." Roxas spoke calmly, as if he were reciting the weekly forecast.
Without waiting for confirmation from Namine, he stood and began to carefully spray out the sentence, 'I hope you're insured' onto the car's hood. His hand moved with well-practiced ease, having a few years of tagging as his background. Once satisfied, he tossed the can into the nearby woods before turning to smirk at his sister, "Care to have the first swing?" He shifted his weight to his left leg, twirling the bat in one hand.
Namine hesistated, wringing her hands around the metal of the crowbar as if to solidify how entirely out of place she was in this scene. However, after a long exhale, she nodded. With what Roxas could only describe as repressed anger, Namine swung the crowbar into the driver's side window. As soon as the crowbar made contact with the window, the glass shattered, spraying shards of glass onto the leather interior of the car. As soon as the alarm went off, Namine's mouth formed into an 'O' of suprsie before she laughed, seemingly satisfied with her work.
"'Atta girl." Roxas encouraged, twirling the bat with a flick of his wrist before winding up and smashing out the head-lights. As if in rhythm with the car alarm, the two siblings proceeded to smash out windows, tail-lights, and even side-view mirrors. Glass littered both the interior and exterior of the car, reflecting off the moonlight.
At some point the distant music and chatter had ceased, turning into incoherent yelling that neither sibling could decipher over their own laughter. With their time to flee running out, Roxas dragged his car key against the metal of the door, leaving a thick and jagged white line, "I think we've made our point!" Roxas snickered, gently pushing Namine back towards the truck.
As Roxas ran around to the back of the truck, he tossed the evidence into the bed of the truck before joining Namine up front, sliding into the driver seat's where he proceeded to start the engine. Just as people were emerging from the trail that connected the camp-site to the parking lot , Roxas flicked on his high-beams to momentarily blind the newcomers and give them additional coverage. Roxas quickly shifted into 'reverse', peeling out of the parking lot, tires screeching against the pavement.
Shifting back into 'drive', the blonde turned the wheel until they were back onto the road, adjusting his lights as he accelerated well past the speed limit. He shifted his gaze from spotting any patrolling cops to checking for any drunken teenagers who might be trying to catch up to them.
In the passenger seat, Namine was gulping air between laughs as she continued to look behind them, "That wasn't Riku's car!" The girl finally sputtered out between her laughs, seemingly trying to get ahold of herself but unable to.
If Roxas hadn't been desperate to flee the scene, he would've slammed on the brakes at her statement. Instead, he frantically looked between Namine, the road ahead of them, and the road behind them, "What the fuck do you mean?!" Roxas snapped, unsure as to why his sister was laughing.
"I thought it was his until I saw the silver Mercedes." Namine covered her mouth, stifling her laugh as she looked mildly bewildered by her own mistake, "I thought Riku drove a silver Ferarri!" The girl dropped her hand to let out another howl of a laugh.
Roxas wasn't nearly as amused at the moment, briefly throwing his hands up in exasperation, "You can't tell the difference between a Mercedes and a god damn Ferrari?"
Namine furrowed her brows together, making a face at her brother, "It was an honest mistake!"
For a moment the only sound came from the hum of the engine, Roxas looked at his sister as if she had grown a second head, but the absurdity of the situation seemed to outweigh his anger. Both siblings exchanged another quick glance at each other, and then over their shoulder to the blackened road behind them, before breaking out into laughter.
"Okay, but whose car did we just vandalize?" Roxas shook his head in disbelief, passing the street sign that read 'Welcome to Pinecrest', informing them they'd crossed town lines.
"Who cares? It was a blast!" Namine smiled, removing the beanie from her head and pulling her hair from its bun, "I guess we're not as different as everyone says we are." Namine laughed, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder.
"Oh, yeah, minus the fact that I know the difference between a Mercedes and a Ferrari!" Roxas quipped, removing his own beanie. "I'd feel bad, but anyone Riku includes in his inner circle is bound to be another rich asshole." Roxas sneered, rolling his eyes.
Namine smiled despite her brother's teasing, "Yeah, but it would've been a good start to the school year if it'd been Riku's car."
Roxas chuckled, rolling his shoulders, "Well, now that you're a certified juvenile delinquent, we can still find another way to pay him back," Roxas glanced at his sister, arching a brow, "But before we go on an international sibling crime spree, we should get the truck back before dad wakes up."
Just as the clock rolled over to twelve, Roxas turned the headlights off and pulled into the driveway. Silently closing the doors to the truck, Roxas lead his sister around the back of their house. Thankful that his bedroom was on the first floor, Roxas found the partially propped open window and slid it open with ease, "Give me a boost and I'll pull you in." Roxas suggested.
Given that Roxas was only two inches taller than Namine and was on the thinner spectrum of the 'athletic' build, Namine was able to use her hands to help Roxas climb back into his bedroom window. Once he was inside, he helped hoist her into the room.
"Thanks, Roxas." Namine smiled, walking towards Roxas' bedroom door so that she could sneak into her room.
"Yeah, next time try not to fall for a snake." Roxas snorted, flopping down onto his bed just as Namine rolled her eyes and stepped out into the darkness of their hallway.
Roxas didn't know whose car they'd vandalized, but it was sure to be a topic discussion on the first day of classes.
Author's Note: A small idea that's been brewing in my head.