"Okay, your turn."
I drummed my fingers against my bare stomach impatiently, or basically my bare stomach considering how soaked my shirt had gotten. Small wet slaps sounded from my constant tapping.
"Truth or Dare?"
I glanced at the sky thoughtfully.
"Dare."
Sam turned his head towards me, grinning maliciously. He sat up, tapping his fingers against his chin.
"Hmm," His eyes settled on the GMC Topkick, he started to smile nastily, "I dare you lick the bumper of the truck…"
Horrified, I gazed towards the truck. Covered from head to foot in mud and debris, almost every inch had a scratch or dent of some sort that would need to be attended to, involving extra work for me in order to buff out the mutilated scuffs and indentations. I suppressed the urge to vomit. I looked back at Sam disgustingly.
"You're kidding me…"
"Actually I've never been more serious in my life." Sam coolly replied, despite him still wearing a grin on his face. My mouth gaped open.
"Do you see that thing?!" I indicated towards the truck, "Who knows where it's been!"
"If you don't want to do it you can always forfeit…" He said lazily, inspecting his nails. I smirked challengingly, raising my eyebrows
"Never…"
"Than be my guest…" He indicated, posing is arms like Vanna White. I stared defiantly.
Instantly I felt myself sliding off of the hood of the camaro. Startled, I glared back at the camaro, quietly snickering about his voluntary decision to intervene. Before I could change my mind, I marched over to the backside of the Topkick. Hesitantly, I sat down on my knees and scoped out the cleanest area, which, much to my dismay, barely differed from the rest of the bumper. I grimaced, smelling a nasty odor coming from the gas pipe. I pleadingly looked over at Sam, who had the same grin set on his face. I continued to hesitate.
"If I die from this, I'm so coming back to haunt you!"
"Do it…ju-just… do it…" Was the static-response I received for my hesitation. Scowling, I swallowed the bile that started to rise up in my throat, and stuck my tongue out, placing it onto the bumper. Instantly, my mind came up with two realizations why not to do this: One, I had never tasted something so vile and will never again in my lifetime. And two, I had just drawn the enemy line between me and the truck.
The Topkick immediately froze on the spot. My eyes started to water as I quickly removed my tongue, able to now see my reflection in the spot I had just licked. Staying exactly where I was, I started to scrub my tongue ferociously, removing all possible scum that invaded my mouth. A loud artificial wolf-whistle erupted from behind me, this time not bothering to look over at the camaro. The GMC's engine revved, lowly growling. I halted my tongue scrubbing, my eyes growing with fear.
"Aw…THIT!" I lisped, not letting the dirt into my mouth. Still holding my tongue, I scrambled to my feet and bolted it back over to the camaro, turning around just in time to witness the truck zooming backwards into the spot I used to be.
Panting, I collapsed onto the hood of the camaro, purposely slamming into Sam's shoulder to muffle his laughter. I continued my charade of scrubbing, not once letting my angry eyes off of Sam. Once stopped, I jabbed a finger at my chest.
"I…win…" I emphasized. He guffawed, slapping the hood the car.
"Yeah right! You know the rules Soldier; you win only if the opponent refuses to or cannot complete the dare that is thrown his way…" I huffed angrily, folding my arms.
"Fine then, I dare to pee on all four of the tires on the Topkick…" The smirk was immediately smacked off of Sam's face. We both glanced over at the truck, which was now completely still, but you could easily sense the tension between him and me. Sam glared at me as he hopped off the car.
"Fine and I'll do it without spazzing the way you did!" He stated, waving his arms around. I just rolled my eyes as I watched him walk over to the front side of the truck. Sam halted, staring regretfully at the tires and the zipper of his shorts. He grimaced as he started to unzip his khakis.
"Please don't kill me…" He whined to the car, remembering the incident involving this car and Mojo. I laughed out loud as he started his escapade. A deep roar emitted out of the engine, growing louder by the second. A small cry escaped Sam's lips as he quickly dashed over to the second tire.
"Crap, crap, crap, I'm running out of fuel…COME ON BABY GO!" Sam exclaimed hurriedly as he ran over to the third tire. He cursed adamantly as the roar of the engine grew so loud to the point where it made it impossible to talk let alone think.
"Then he said…if you want to get out aliiiiive…oohh… run for your liiiiiife...!" The camaro spurted loudly to Sam, nervously shaking.
Sam nodded, understanding the hint as he sprinted away from the truck, zipping his pants up on the way. Sam was not as lucky as me as the truck started to physically drive after him, dirt and grass flying out from under the tires. He did not even bother to run towards the camaro, and instead started to run this way and that, thinking that he could lose the truck, shouting and begging for mercy. The truck continued to zoom after him, the rasps of the engine sounding much like garbled profanity and loud snarls. All of the vehicles submitted loud honks, revving of engines, and in the camaro's case; different mixes of angry radio songs towards the chase.
With his senses finally returning, Sam dashed over to the camaro and dove behind it. The Topkick reluctantly stopped, snorting at the bright yellow car, but not before he let out one last snarl towards me and Sam who had peeked out from the back. It drove back to its original spot and completely silenced.
Sam marched back over to the front of the car, and sat down hard. He didn't say anything, and instead, swung his arm around and punched me in the shoulder.
"OW! Jeez, Sam!" I winced, rubbing my shoulder hard, "That was no-where near as bad as what you made me do!"
He turned around to gape at me, his face slightly turning red.
"Are you EFFIN' kidding me!" He exploded, his chest heaving, indicating towards his privates, "Despite the fact my groin practically exploded from applying such force just to piss, I got chased down by a maniac car, no, an untamed BEAST that could have ran me over!"
He continued to heave for the next minute, glaring at me relentlessly. I opened my mouth to speak.
"Well, on the plus side…" I continued, scooting up next to him and placing my arm around his shoulder, "I won!"
He scowled as he shoved my arm away, while I continued to laugh, my body shaking.
"Hey guys…" Will started, catching sight of the mess from Sam's chase. He inspected his yard, squinting from the glare of the sun. He turned to us, leaning against the camaro.
"Do I want to know what happened to my yard?" He questioned.
"No, I don't think so…" I casually said, smirking. "Let's just say it involved a very large truck and a rather small teenage boy…"
"Jerk…" Sam commented, hiding his insult in a cough.
"Soft-serve…" I coughed back. Will gazed over at the black beast.
"Ah, yes…the Topkick…" He emphasized through gritted teeth, the reason for emphasizing this, I did not know. He stood at attention.
"Soldier, this truck will take the upmost courage just to tame, so I am hiring a new recruit…" He glanced over at Sam.
"Sam you now have been promoted to help clean."
Sam stared at him in horror.
"What! Whatever happened to me not being under your command, or control or whatever you said?" Sam exclaimed, waving off the minor details.
"Have you ever heard of being drafted?"
"You're joking me!"
"Congrats Sam, you have just been drafted into the Lennox Military…"
Will threw at him the bucket and sponges. Catching it, Sam looked at it distastefully. He passed me the hose.
"Good luck soldiers!" Will casually stated, turning back to the house. Sam and I both started to cautiously walk towards the truck.
"He doesn't get it does he?" Sam whispered frantically, "Did he not see or at least see the damage he…-it caused?! Does he seriously expect it to let us clean it?" We now were at the face of the truck. He set down the bucket.
"I think it was more of a form of intimidation…" I replied, carefully watching the truck out of the corner of my eye.
"Intimidation," Sam exclaimed, "More like a form of 'accidental' homicide…"
I plunged the sponges into the bucket, and tossed one up to Sam.
"Well, better start now than not at all…" I strode over to the truck and set down the cold sponge, wiping the soap remnants onto my pants. Instantly, the truck revved its engine and started to scoot forward in short bursts.
"Ack, shoot!" Startled, I stumbled backwards, falling onto my backside. I scrambled backwards as fast I could, the car continuing to rev forward. Sam shrieked as he bolted away from the vehicle, finding refuge behind a nearby maple tree. Irritated I kicked the bumper. Anger poured from every available crevice as its engine sounded louder. I quickly stood up and out of spite started to scrub the car. Now I knew this was a very stupid Idea, especially since it kept moving forward, but I was determined to get the job done, despite the Topkick's bad attitude problem.
Angrily, it increased its speed, but instead reversed to escape the wet sponge. I winced as it backed up right into the flamed Peterbuilt-Semi. Everything went silent. I stood their gaping at the accident, as Sam walked back up to me, wearing the same expression.
"Oh boy…" He murmured, placing his hands over his hears.
"I suggest you cover you ears…" Sam recommended. I quickly followed his suit. Slowly the GMC backed up just enough to rid his bed from the side of the Peterbuilt. A large scratch and some small dents freshly adjourned across his side. Immediately, the Peterbuilt blared its horn to the point of no return, the noise was ear-shattering even with our ears covered. Once stopped, guiltily, the Topkick slowly moved back to its original spot, quietly mumbling itself. We uncovered our ears and slowly walked over to the truck. I picked up the sponge and placed it onto the hood, bracing myself…Nothing. I smiled over at Sam and started to scrub.
"Nothing like a nice, cold splash of reality to make things work out…" I directed to both Sam and the truck, patting the hood.
"Yeah…sure…" He mumbled marching over and taking his place on the side of the truck.
With the side almost clean, I peered under the car to still see Sam scrubbing. I gave him thumbs up.
"How's your side coming along?" I questioned.
"Just peachy…" He grumpily replied, peering back, "nice to see the beast behaving though…" he said lightly, patting the side. Automatically the passenger doors swung out and slammed right into us, causing us to fall face-first into the dirt.
"Thanks Sam, you jinxed us!" I sputtered, lifting my head up to spit out the crusty dirt, the Top-kick letting out raspy chuckles from its engine.
"Like I was expecting that!" He sarcastically snapped back, sitting up and instantaneously smacking the back of his head into the opened passenger door. I laid my head down back onto the ground.
"Okay, I am so sick of this!" I cried out, throwing my hands up.
"…Someone's going to get a nice kick in the iron-aft pretty soon…" Sam grumpily mumbled more to the truck than to me, rubbing his head. The truck huffed in response.
"First off, its ass genius…" I turned my head in his direction before angrily standing up. I marched over to the front of the car, and bent down.
"Okay listen here, buddy…" I stated, jabbing a finger onto the grill, "I have had enough poking and prodding, and plain non-accidental injuries that I would have rather not had! Now you will either stop or I swear, I will blatantly take one of Wills paint cans and either paint profanity and other nasty crap all over you or beat you up with the paint can!" I stood there, folding my arms, waiting for some sort of reward or response. Sam sat motionless, the truck remaining silent. The camaro intervened.
"Tell him… like it is sister…" it preached, breaking the silence. With a small huff, the truck shut its passenger doors, a sigh of submission escaping the engine. Sam stood up and walked over to me. He stared at me.
"Dang…and I thought you only saved that for me…"
"Oh don't worry…" I smiled returning to my side of the truck, "The rest is for you…"
He laughed, picking up his sponge and started to scrub the rest of the hood. I joined in the laughter, both of us resuming our mission of the cleaning of the GMC Topkick.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D Next up...Optimus Prime! Please Review!!!
Oh! And the song Bumblebee was singing: "Then he said…if you want to get out aliiiiive…oohh… run for your liiiiiife...!" A brilliant song by Three Days Grace called "Get out Alive" that I highly reccommend! ;p