Yeah, Sure Whatever
Ian had a headache.
He tried to hide it so Kylie wouldn't figure it out, and secretly took some pills when she was supposed to be absorbed in the movie. He didn't know why, and it irritated him that he was scared of a teenage girl mocking him. Well, not scared exactly. He was annoyed, yes. Scared…not exactly.
But of course, she noticed.
"Aww…Ian's head hurt?" She asked.
"Just shut up, and enjoy the movie."
"I told you, I hate this movie," Kylie muttered.
"I don't care."
"Well then, don't complain when I'm not completely interested in this." She was silent for a second. "Hey, you died."
Ian glared at her. "What?"
Kylie rolled her eyes and pointed to the screen. "You're clone just died. It's a shame that wouldn't happen in real life."
"Just be quiet or I'll shoot you."
Kylie turned towards him, and rolled her eyes again. "We've been through this discussion before, Blondie. If you shoot me, I'll die. If you shoot me in a potentially non-dangerous spot in order to cause me pain so I'll shut up, I'll die from the pain. And, if I die, you won't get the treasure. So, in conclusion, you should not do anything to harm me, because then your escape from jail and other plans to kidnap me would be fruitless." She said this all without breathing and took in a huge breathe after.
Ian was silent, and then he saw the credits of the movie roll up. He sighed and went to take out the DVD.
"That was great. Let's watch another one," Kylie said.
"I thought you hated it."
"I never said I liked the movie," Kylie said with a trace of "duh" in her voice.
"Then what did you like?"
"That's for me to know and for you to spend the next hour obsessing over and threatening to shoot me if I don't tell you," Kylie said, and watched as Ian selected another movie.
When he had settled back on the couch, Kylie spoke again. "You know, you're GF is kind of a bitch."
Ian glared. "She is not."
Kylie shook her head and turned her attention to the screen. "I forgot. You're a male."
"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Ian demanded.
Kylie laughed. "Uh, Ian, you're British is showing."
"You're brattiness is showing," He retorted.
"Ohhh, an insulting comeback, you've hurt my feelings now."
"Just shut-"Ian began, but Kylie raised her eyebrows. "Enjoy the movie," He amended.
Kylie grinned. "This better not be a stupid one this time."
Ian, wisely, chose to ignore her.
"Ok, I've got it!" Riley called.
Ben instantly jerked awake from his position on the couch, accidentally knocking over a mug of coffee that crashed to the floor. He leaped over it, and ran to Riley and his laptop.
"Where?" He said eagerly.
Abigail then entered the room. "You found it?" She said, and then her eyes narrowed to the spilled coffee. "Who made that mess?" She demanded.
Riley and Ben went silent.
"You won't say anything right?" Ben hissed to Riley.
"I won't, and you won't," Riley said. Both men turned to face the very angry woman…who scared them right now.
There was silence.
Then Riley shouted, "It was HIM!" And ran from the room.
Ben gulped. "Thanks a lot Riley!" He shouted.
"BEN!" Abigail said.
"Yeah, Yeah, I'll get on it," Ben muttered.
Riley returned to the room once everything was safe, and set himself back in front of his laptop. "Ok people, ready to go chase down…" He paused, and laughed to himself. "Ian Howe, also known as Jeremy King."
"Jeremy?" Ben asked.
"King?" Abigail continued.
Riley just sighed until they got it.
"Oh right, his fake name," They said almost in unison.
"That's the answer to the million dollar question, congratulations," Riley said sarcastically. "You know, usually I'm the slow one."
"Just tell us where he is," Abigail said, frustrated.
"Right there," Riley jabbed a finger at the screen. Abigail and Ben both leaned in at the same time and bumped heads.
"OW!!" They both cried.
"Ugh!" Riley muttered. "You two better get back to being smart soon. I'm scared."
Ben and Abigail both rubbed their heads, and Ben let Abigail read it first. Then Ben read the location and nodded.
"Ok," He said. "Let's go."