Bittersweet
By: AnonymousPanda
OWNS NOTHING BUT PLOT
Chapter 1; Post-Its and Painkillers
Gil frowned.
Francesca doubled over laughing, a high pitched keening noise, "Why didn't I think of it first?"
Multi-colored Post-It notes covered the windows of the yellow Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder, reading various random sayings such as "HAHA" and "SUCK IT, LOSER."
"Hey, they stole your saying, si?" Antonio trotted up behind the white- blonde girl.
A sharp wail escaped her as she dove onto the hood, "Gilbird what have they done to you!" As if to accentuate her misery, the alarm set off with its strange "PIYO" sound.
Ludwig sighed and wrenched the keys from the fist of the still-sobbing-overdramatically teenager. A click signaled the unlocking of the vehicle. "How immature."
Francesca, a grin still on her face, ripped "PRUSSIA IS A LIE" from the windshield over the dashboard. "If you cease your whining, we could get these off sooner."
With a sharp movement, the girl sat up. "Wait a second." Reddish-brown eyes narrowed. "None of the D&D group came tonight, but only a guy would know that it would ruin the paint and only put it on the…" The voice lowered into a quiet muttering.
Ludwig rolled his eyes. "What-"
"QUIET! I am thinking aloud!" After another moment, the head slowly tuned left, and Antonio swore he heard a creaking noise.
A sadistic grin grew on Francesca's eat-like face. "Honhonhon…"
"ALFRED FREAKING JONES!"
The aforementioned blonde looked up from the driver's door of his Chevy truck. He grinned. The similar surly-headed boy on the passenger's side paled.
"Get in the car."
"But Mattie-"
"GET IN THE CAR, ALFRED."
The Canadian leapt over the roof and landed next to his unresponsive brother. He tossed the other into the truck bed and scrambled into the seat, slamming the door.
As he hit the gas, Gil leapt into the back. She and Alfred disappeared from view.
The last thing heard as the truck drove onto the busy street was a Soprano-y laugh and a feminine yelp.
Francesca blinked. "That was… unusual."
Antonio beamed as he examined another Post- It. "Hey, they got the laugh right."
Ludwig frowned, "But… was no one driving that truck?"