Title: Technology Fail
Prompt: GPS
Word Count: 249 (Ah! I did it!)
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
"I'm telling you, any minute now some crazed masked psychopath is gonna come charging at us from out of the woods, waving a chainsaw." Brooke rolled her eyes.
"Will you be quiet?" Sam huffed in response and continued in a high pitched imitation of the blonde.
"We won't need a map! Who needs that old well relied on for thousands of years method when we have newfangled technology that can't possibly fail!"
"I didn't say that." Brooke informed her, quickening her pace as they approached the house.
"Some guy named Billy-Bob is probably going to answer. He'll invite us in for dinner and then eat us."
"Will you please shut up?" Brooke raised her hand and rapped at the stranger's door.
"I'd be nice, I can run faster than you." Hazel eyes glanced at Sam beneath raised eyebrows.
"Please. If a guy with a meat mallet is coming at us, the only thing your legs can be relied on to do is trip you, you klutz."
"At least I didn't get us lost."
"If you don't close that enormous mouth of yours, I'm going to kill you and bury you in a shallow grave."
"Mom and Mike would notice." Sam pointed out and Brooke shrugged.
"I'd just tell them you tripped and fell down a hole. Totally believable."
"You'd never get away with it.""Try me." Brooke said, as they heard footsteps approaching.
"You'd miss me too much."
"Shut up, Sam." Their smirks turned into smiles just in time.