Together Forever.
It was just another day, when my best friend Ryan Ross and I were hanging out at the mall.
"Ry!" I laughed, as we pulled another dine n' dash. We ran out of the fancy five star restaurant and into an alley.
I pulled off my red wig and wiped off the heavy make-up. Ryan threw off his blond wig and glasses. I cackled as we heard yelling from the restaurant. I put on my cardigan and Ryan wore his favorite black blazer. He put his arm around me and we walked out casually, smiling and acting like a seemingly normal couple. The police came up to us.
"Have you seen a redheaded girl and a blond boy in their late teens?" he asked.
"I think they went that way," I pointed, being the great liar I was.
"Thank you, miss," replied the cop.
I giggled as Ryan chuckled under his breath, steering us into the parking lot.
"That was fun, Ry," I laughed, sitting shotgun in his car.
"'Cause you were there, baby," he answered.