Christophe took a slow drag off his cigarette, staring calmly at the blonde. Tweek twitched and fumbled with the keys, plugging them into the ignition. "Good. Now, fleep ze switch!" He commanded.
Tweek blinked. "What?"
"Press ze gas pedahl." The French teen sighed in annoyance.
"Oh." They jerked out of the driveway, creaking along slowly.
"Good, now gun it."
"Okay, wait what?" Tweek shrieked.
"Gun ze car, you know? Vroom, vroom?"
"Um, are you sure?"
"Oui."
"O-okay then." They sped down the street, Tweek clutching to the steering wheel with a death grip. They made a sharp turn that would only be legal in Grand Theft Auto and swerved to avoid a large tree.
"You are doeeng excellent." Christophe praised. "Fantasteec."
Tweek beamed at the praise and went faster, beginning to enjoy his driving lesson. A police car pulled up next to him, sirens blinking. He smiled and waved. "Look Chris, police!"
"Yes Tweek, police. Drive faster."
"I can't this is as fast as it goes."
Christophe hissed in annoyance. "Fine, make a turn at ze crosswalk."
"Okay!" Tweek swerved, scraping against a metal fence. No doubt leaving scratch marks on the car's surface as they shot down the road.
"On the count of three, jump out of ze car." Christophe shouted.
"What? No! This is my dad's car, he'll kick my ass if something happens to it!"
"I weel buy you anozer! One!
"Chris!"
"Tweek, argue and die!
"Goddamn it!"
"Two,"
Tweek unlocked the doors.
"Three!" They jumped out, Christophe pulling into a professional tuck-and-roll. While Tweek slammed into the pavement, barely pulling his legs away to save himself from becoming crippled. The car kept going, slamming into a tree. The police car came to a stop, an angry officer rushed out.
"Sheet. Run, Tweek, run." They ran, easily loosing the overweight police man.
Tweek bent over, gasping for air. Christophe lit another cigarette, eyeing the blonde. "Same time next week?"
"…Sure."