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Mutt adjusted the collar of his leather jacket nervously. He leaned his head up to the window of the dark wooden door, hoping no one would see him peering into his father's office. He leaned into the door a little more, finding that it was unlocked as he fell into the cramped office. Mutt swore as he toppled onto his face, knocking down piles of files and sending papers flying comically all over the room. Heavy footsteps hit the ground behind him, and Mutt tried unsuccessfully to push himself off the floor before whoever it was came.
"Nice landing," the voice of his father said sarcastically behind him. Mutt looked behind him, moving slowly; afraid of whom he knew he would see.
"Hey… Dad…" Mutt said slowly, eyes big. "I can explain-"
The man took off his brown, familiar hat and threw it onto his desk across the room. His slightly bald head couldn't hide even to a total stranger that this man was no one to be messed with. He lifted one eyebrow, then the other. Much to Mutt's surprise, his father then smiled softly and walked past him, sitting down in his brown desk chair.
"Why are you here?" Mutt's father began, propping his feet up onto the desk's surface, knocking off piles of paper and opened letters all over the already filthy floor. Mutt stood up, wiping dust and shredded paper off his black leather jacket onto the floor. "Careful there, don't get my floor dirty," he joked at Mutt.
"Ha, ha. Funny, Dad," Mutt answered, just itching to roll his eyes.
A young lady dressed in a blue suit-dress opened the door after knocking promptly.
"Mr. Jones, they need you down the hall. One of your students refuses to go to class until she sees you about something…" the woman trailed off as she heard students yelling in the hallway. She then forgot all about Mutt and Dr. Jones, and began to run faster then a girl in heels would be expected to, right into the hall. "GET BACK HERE!" they heard her yell out. "DON'T MAKE ME GIVE YOU SUPSPENCION!"
Mutt and his father chuckled, laughing at the woman's misfortune.
"So," Mutt said after catching his breath. "How's work?"
"Same old, same old." the reply came casually, but then turned harsh as Mr. Jones remembered why Mutt had been so tense moments earlier. "Why are you here? That's two days in a row you've skipped school! If your mother knew-"
"-But she doesn't," Mutt cut in, suddenly losing confidence. "Does she?" he said, panicked.
"No," he said sharply. "But that can be shortly remedied."
This statement rendered Mutt speechless for a short while, but the silence was never quite silent with the yelling in the hall filling the air. Suddenly, Mutt buttoned up his jacket, brushing off the rest of the dust.
"It's time to pick up Marie!" he exclaimed, rushing to the door.
"Who's car are you taking?" his father demanded in a panicked voice, but it was too late, Mutt was already half way down the hall.
Mutt reached his school with three minutes to spare. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a black comb and running through his hair. He looked into the car's side mirror, making sure every hair was in place.
"Perfect," he muttered to himself.
Right on time, a loud bell began to ring and chaos became loose. Girls in large, fluffy uniform skirts rushed out of a large red building, mixed with their boyfriends running to their stolen cars. In all of the chaos, a girl with golden-brown hair and a skirt, though looking slightly flat and over sized, matching all the others walked carefully towards Mutt's car. She smiled softly, her pink lips almost the shade of the oversized skirt.
"Hey," she said quietly.
"Hey," Mutt replied, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her soundly on the forehead. Much to his enjoyment, the girl blushed a deep red and smiled bigger. "How are you?"
"I'm good," she said, the blush lingering on her cheeks. "Where were you today? I had to sit by Carlee today in study hall…" she kept talking as she walk over to the passenger side of the car and Mutt opened the door for her. She returned the smile to her face and paused her story to say a soft thank you.
"I'm very sorry, dear," Mutt said to her in a very deep voice. "Urgent business near Tokyo and I needed to get there as fast as possible." He then gave her a very goofy grin, and walked over to the other side of the car. He opened the door and sat inside, looking at her afterwards with the same endearing smile.
"Oh yes. Very important Mr. No-Good-School-Skipper!" she pretended to pout, rather like a three year old. "You didn't even invite me along. What did you do without me?"
"Get yelled at by my dad, sat in the car..."
"Sounds worth it, huh?"
"Definitely."
Mutt started the car, and backed out of the school's parking lot. He began to drive, starting to flip through the radio and deciding nothing was on. Marie was playing with her skirt, wrapping that fabric around her finger and back. There was silence, but it was comfy, not awkward. Mutt twisted the wheel until he reached his street, and drove up into the driveway.
"This isn't my house!" Marie complained. "I always eat dinner at your house, I feel so bad!"
"This isn't a choice for you. I need you here so my Dad won't kill me or tell my Mom."
"Ahhhhh. So I am the peace offering, or am I a sacrifice?"
"A mix of both," Mutt replied, laughing.
"Hello, Marie!" the voice of Mutt's mother graced the air. "Hi, Mutt." She walked out of their white house, and onto the unkempt, flower- filled lawn.
Mutt's mother walked to Marie and smiled. She began talking to her about school and walked Marie up the driveway and into the house. Marie looked back, and saw Mutt laughing in her direction. Marie gave him a confused look, and Mutt waved back to her cheerfully. Help me, she mouthed to him, but even though he saw her words he kept waving in the same mocking way.
Soon after Mutt's mother took Marie inside, Mutt's father showed up in his secretary's car. He took one look at Mutt and his eyebrows moved to a scowl.
"You took my car," he said in angry monotone. "Is it okay? You didn't crash it did you?"
"No Dad, but I love your attitude." Mutt couldn't suppress a smile during this statement. "It's nice. 'You didn't crash it did you?' I love your vote of confidence in my driving skills."
"I haven't forgotten your skills during that motorcycle ride," his father stated plainly.
"Alright, I really did deserve that one."
"INDY!" Mutt's mother's loud voice stopped the smug comment that was no doubt coming soon from Mutt's father. "GET IN HERE!" she yelled. "I NEED YOUR OPPINION!"
"On what?" he yelled back, half running towards the house. Marion almost never asked his opinion on anything, so this must be important. "What do you need?" He opened the front door, and walked quickly inside, finding Marie and Marion sitting at the dinner table, waiting for him.
"If a man in a black suit came in our house and commanded that we followed his directions exactly or else we would die, would that be a bad thing?" Marion asked slowly.
"Yes," Indiana said in a confused voice. "That would be a bad thing."
"Um. Then we are not in a great situation at the moment."
Mutt walked in slowly, catching the end of his mother's sentence.
"What-" he said, but was cut off by a man standing behind him in a black suit.
"You Americans are all the same, so melodramatic."
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