A/N: Hello, readers, new and old! Welcome to my new Home Alone story! Wow. My fourth one! Especially in February! That way, I have two stories to work on again! It'll leave more suspense, too. ;) Well, this story is completely unrelated to the other Home Alone stories that I've written! This idea just randomly popped into my head, and I hope it works out! As I've said at the beginning of every other story that I've written, I don't own Home Alone or characters! Though, as I've said before, I wish I owned Kevi! :P So, shall we get started?...
Highway Robbery
Chapter 1: Pullover
Kevin's PoV:
Mom and I are on our way home from picking me up at a friend's house outside of Chicago. It's a cold December night, but the heat is on in the car, keeping Mom and I warm. The radio is on, but I can barely hear it, because Mom and I are talking.
"So, did you have fun?" Mom asks.
"Yeah. It was pretty good. Mark and I played a game, watched a movie. It was pretty good,"
Mom smiles and says, "That's good,"
I throw my head back and sigh. "Do I have to go to school tomorrow?"
"Yes, dear,"
"But, I'm tired!"
"You're not sick, are you?"
"No..."
"Well then, you're going to school tomorrow. Just go to bed as soon as you get home,"
"Yes..." I sigh again.
Suddenly, the song Turn Me Loose by Loverboy comes on the radio, and Mom turns it up, saying, excitedly, "Oh, I love this song!" Mom starts singing, and I look at her, smirking. "Come on, Kevin, sing!" Mom urges me. We both start singing. No matter how tired I am, I always love singing a song that I know and love! We get so caught up in our singing, that we don't notice a police car following us. We finally hear the siren, and Mom sighs, muttering, "Oh, shit..." She turns down the radio and pulls over, so that the cop can catch up to us. As soon as Mom pulls over, she curses. "I didn't think I was speeding..." Mom mutters.
The cop struts up to the car, as Mom rolls down the window, making the heat that's on in the car absolutely useless. I don't quite see the cop; all's I can see is a large figure, saying, "Good evening, ma'am," I recognize that voice...
"Good evening, officer. I wasn't speeding, was I?"
"No, we're just checking to see if you've had anything to drink tonight," I definitely know that voice, but I don't know if I should say anything!
"Oh, no, I haven't," Mom says, kindly.
"Wait a minute, I feel like I know you from somewhere..."
"Excuse me?"
"Damn, I feel like I've seen you before..."
"Maybe I've been pulled over before?" Mom says, jokingly.
"Last year..."
"What? Maybe it was last year?" Mom now seems even more confused. I know exactly how he's seen her...
"I was inspecting your house last year,"
"Wow. You have a good memory. Gosh, I've completely forgotten... You have a great memory. No wonder you're an officer,"
The "cop" then says, "Hey, wait a minute..."
"What's wrong?"
"I need you to step out of the car for a moment, ma'am,"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I just need you and your son to step out of the car for a moment, OK, ma'am?"
"Wait, why do I need to step out?" I ask Mom.
"Just do what the cop says, honey," I become nervous about all of this. I know exactly who this is... Why didn't I say anything? The bigger question is: Why's he doing ride checks? Something's awfully suspicious, that's for sure...
To be Continued...
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A/N: Well, there we have it! The beginning of my new Home Alone story! I hope it's OK! Let me know if it isn't! What do you think will happen next? Well, we'll find out Friday, since I have A Plan That Backfired to work on tomorrow! If you have any ideas for this story, shoot! I'm still trying to figure this out! I hope, even in February, that I'll get some new readers! :D Well, ciao for now!
- Majora's Mask Freak184
