Hightop shoes hit the dirty concrete. "I'm on my way, Andrew! I just gotta drop these chicken eggs off for the 4H Japanese bantam project, and then I'll meet you at the Panda Express on McCart! Okay?"
"Alrighty!" said Andrew, hanging up.
Ashton Tyme ran down Camp Bowie Boulevard, Fort Worth, Texas. Her mouse-brown hair had been fashioned to look almost emo, with her hair swinging in her face, causing her to constantly swivel her head to flip it out of her eyes so she could see. But she had on her lucky purple Avon eyeliner, so she should be okay, even if her hair was messy when she went to meet Andrew. He wouldn't care. He had been her best friend since she was two years old, after all.
Just as her foot went to step down on a crack in the pavement, she fell. Someone had tripped her. The chicken eggs went flying and smashed in front of her. But she didn't focus on those anymore. She was homing in on a strange man, gun held to her head.
"Take yo clothes off, fool!"
She started to scream, but her breaths were muffled by the sleeve of yet another man's arm, coming in from behind her. She was shaken to the ground, her behind hitting it rather hard, causing her to squint her eyes in pain.
But she then heard what sounded like metal thumping on the ground. And as soon as it all started, it ended. The men left. Andrew was there with her, cowboy boots, spurs, and all. He helped her back up and hugged Ashton, who was trembling.
"If you hadn't called me then I wouldn't have gotten here in time."
"But, I didn't call you…?"
"You didn't?"
She reached in her back pocket, where she kept her phone, "My butt speed dialed you!"
He cracked up, laughing, and managed to say, "Well then, Lucky Butt, why don't we go home and chill for a bit?"
"That sounds fine to me," Ashton said.
Ever since then, I have been known as "Lucky Butt" to everyone who knows me. My butt saved my life, hence the name. Andrew tells that story to everyone and how he scared away the potential rapists, everywhere we go!
…Except to these people with pointed ears…