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I need you girls to do me a favor!

Forgot the top secret super, super IMPORTANT ingredient for your nana's blueberry cobbler!

Bruce's dinner party will be ruined without it!

Have to stay late at the news station and won't have time to get it, need you girls to do it after school

Lauren, Amy knows exactly what I'm talking about

Lauren rolled her eyes at her phone before looking towards Amy, who was seated in the desk directly in front of her. They were in English, it was the only class the two shared together and their final period of the day.

Lauren noticed Amy looking at her phone as well. She smirked when she saw Amy's shoulders slump slightly.

"Good." Lauren muttered. "Hope she's just as irritated as I am."

Lauren didn't mind Farrah, hell you could say she liked her quite a bit, but forcing her into a mini "adventure" with her new step-sister was a bit much.

She hoped and prayed Amy didn't want to get all buddy buddy on their drive to the super market.

Little did Lauren know was that any friendly, buddy-esque thoughts about their trip the super market were far, far from Amy's mind.

Dammit! Why couldn't I just go by myself?!

Amy thought Farrah was out her mind.

Forcing me into a car with Lauren! Forcing me to SHOP with Lauren! What in the world is she thinking? That we'll be singing kumbaya as we march through the front door with the missing cobbler ingredient?!

Amy didn't think Lauren was that bad. Lauren had tried to empathize with her at the wedding reception and she didn't give her a hard time about loving Karma. But, really? Completing a task with her after school like they were friends or something. Too far. Way too far.

As soon as the bell rings, Lauren quickly gathers her notebook and pencil case before shooting out of her seat

As Lauren walks by Amy's desk she grabs Amy's arm roughly and damn near pulls her from the chair she's seated in. Amy barely has time to snatch her backpack from the floor beside her desk.

"Come on Raudenfeld, I don't have all damn day." Lauren growls as she drags a whimpering Amy from the English classroom.

"Can't I just go by myself?" Amy whines as she stumbles behind Lauren. She's never been clumsy in her entire life so the amount of tripping she's doing behind Lauren as she's pulled down Hester's main hallway to the school's nearest entrance is completely humiliating.

Lauren ignores her.

"Please?" Amy whines once more.

Again, Amy is met with silence.

Amy sighs and decides to allow Lauren to drag her without protest.

Lauren doesn't acknowledge Amy until they are at the school's parking lot and standing by the front of Lauren's convertible.

Lauren lets go of Amy's arm at the passenger side of car and the promptly walks over to the driver's side and unlocks the car doors.

"Get in, NOW!" Lauren states before getting into the car herself. Amy immediately does as told figuring she doesn't have much of a say or choice in the matter.

After the starting the car Lauren turns to Amy, with a hard glare. "Look, I know you don't want to be spending time with me or at least I hope that you don't." Amy doesn't even bother claiming otherwise. "I sure as fuck don't want to 'hang' with you either but obviously Farrah has other ideas seeing as she texted us both and directed the text at the two of us."

"Only god knows why." Amy can't help but groan.

"My sentiments exactly." Lauren agrees. "Let's just not make this painful, okay?"

Amy nods. "Okay."

"Good."

Lauren's out of Hester's parking lot and speeding down the road toward the highway in no time.

"When we get to the market, you'll get the whatever it is and I'll stand in the li-SHIT!"

Amy, who had been laying up against the passenger seat with her eyes closed and who hadn't really been paying attention much, looked up immediately at Lauren's sudden shout.

"Damn!"

Both girls stared wide eyed at the long line of cars leading onto the highway, and the large amount of non-moving cars on the small stretch of highway they could see from the main road.

Amy let her feet slip from her sneakers and then plopped them up on Lauren's dashboard, then she cozied up to the passenger seat and turned to Lauren with a smirk.

"Well looks like this is going to complete and utter sh-."

"GET YOUR FUCKING FEET OFF OF MY CAR!" Lauren interrupted with a screech, the look she gave Amy was murderous.

Amy scowled and stuck her tongue out at Lauren but let her feet drop from the dashboard anyway.

"I kinda saw this coming." Amy says after a moment of silence.

Lauren's fingers drum against the steering wheel restlessly. "Oh gee, did you?" She asks, every word dripping with irritation and sarcasm.

"No need to be an asshole."

"No need to state the fucking obvious, but for some reason you still did."

"Well fine I won't say anything!"

"Thank god for that! It would be so much more peaceful."

Amy huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

Fuck her! I don't want to be chit chatting with her anyway!

Amy's silent for a grand total of five minutes.

"Your gas light's on." Amy's eyes had gone from staring at the long line of traffic before them to the dashboard, and finally over to the area around the steering wheel. She'd noticed the little gas light flickering almost instantly.

"Shit!" Lauren stated after glancing down past the steering wheel. "Was supposed to fill it up before school this morning!"

"Well there's a BP a couple miles that a way." Amy uses a thumb to gesture to the right, away from the highway entrance.

"Shit!"

Lauren wastes no time in backing out of the crowded lane leading into the highway and speeding down the road in the direction Amy pointed, a chorus of car horns from angry drivers in her wake.

"This is going to shit." Amy says. "Make a left at the next street and the BP should be right there.

Thunk, thump

"Yeah I know, I'm in the fucking car and plus I have these fucking magical things called eyes to see the traffic with." Lauren states with an eye roll.

Thump, thunk

Amy's eyebrows crinkle in confusion. "You hear that?"

Thunk, thump

"What?" Lauren was starting to think Amy was crazy.

Thump, thunk

"That!"

Thunk, thump

Lauren raises an eyebrow at Amy.

Amy looks at Lauren with wide eyes. "Are kidding me? You're going to tell me you can't hear that?"

Thunk, thump

"Yup." Amy just stares at her. "Look, we can check the car at the gas station, we're here anyway."

Amy looks up and notices that Lauren is indeed on the BP parking lot and is currently pulling into a gas pump space.

Once she's parked, Lauren cuts the engine and hops out of the car. As she's pulling her wallet out of the front pocket of her jeans to retriever her credit card she turns to Amy, "I'll get the gas, you…well you entertain your crazy." Then she turns back to her previous task at the gas pump.

Amy scowls at Lauren's back as she gets out of the car. Her scowl is quickly replaced with complete and utter shock as her eyes meet the right back tire.

"Lauren I think we have a problem."

Lauren, who's just finished at the pump, turns to Amy with a look of undisguised annoyance all over her face. "Well spit it out Raudenfeld!"

Amy glares. "Your back tire's fucked."

Lauren quickly walks over to Amy's side of the car and realizes that yes her right back tire is flat.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

"I don't think saying it three times is going to make things better."

Lauren glares at Amy. "Shut the fu-."

"There's a used tire shop about a quarter mile up the road, you girls should find a tire there."

Both Amy and Lauren turn to see a middle-aged man standing by a black pick-up at the pump across from them.

Amy's the first to speak. "In which direction?"

The man gives a friendly smile and gestures with a wave of his right hand up the road. "To the right there."

Amy smiles back at him. "Thanks sir."

"No problem young lady." With that the man hops back in his pick-up and heads down the road in the opposite direction of the one he gave Amy to the used tire shop.

Lauren looks incredulous. "So this means we're walking to a used tire shop and carrying back a tire?"

"Yup, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what we're doing."

Lauren looks straight up at the sky and shouts. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!"

Amy smirks. "Screaming to the heavens doesn't do a damn thing either."

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed reading and please leave a review :)!