They are not allowed to take Bombay's car for a spin to "get a hot chick."

"Should we really be doing this?" Adam wasn't really sure. He frowned, glancing over his shoulder. "We should go back inside. He's gonna catch us and-"

"Man, it's fine," Russ interjected, rolling his eyes. He glanced over at Charlie. "Has he always been a wuss?"

"Pretty much," Charlie shrugged.

"Hey!" Adam was offended.

"Face it dude: you're not spontaneous," Charlie smirked.

"I am too spontaneous," Adam insisted.

"Since when?" Peter raised his brow.

Adam paused, then his face brightened. "Just last night, my parents told me to go to bed but I was reading my hockey magazine."

"...And?" Charlie blinked.

Adam looked pleased with himself. "I used a flashlight to read in the dark."

"That's spontaneous?" Averman was confused.

"Yes," Adam said. "My mom's always bragging about our family's perfect vision. Nobody has glasses. I took a risk."

Charlie covered his face with his hand. Russ shut his eyes. Averman was burrowing his eyebrows and Peter mumbled something that was indecipherable.

"Is he for real?" Russ looked around to the others in their little group.

"Unfortunately," Charlie drawled, grinning when Adam shoved him. "Come on, Russ; open it up before Bombay finds us."

"Aight, aight," Russ inserted the key, effectively unlocking it. "Dang, Coach's car is on fire! Look at this thing."

"He's gotta be rich," Peter remarked. "Aren't lawyers rich?"

"I don't think he is," Charlie said.

"You should know," Peter said, snickering. "Coach would definitely spoil you if he was."

Charlie didn't take offense to that, knowing that it was just Peter's way of messing around, as it was anytime someone made a coach's pet joke towards him.

"I still don't think we should do this," Adam cut in.

Russ was exasperated by this. "Man, I told you it's fine."

"If it's fine, then why are we sneaking around to do this?" Adam said.

"Because Bombay's being uncool," Peter shrugged.

"It is his car," Charlie said.

"Shut up, Spazway," Peter lightly shoved him.

"You shut up," Charlie retorted but without any heat to his words. They were just being playful with each other, is all. He turned back to Russ, observing as his friend climbed into the drivers side, getting himself comfortable.

"I call shotgun!" Peter declared.

"No way," Charlie was faster and slid into the seat before Peter could. He ignored the glare he received.

"That was supposed to be my seat!" Peter complained.

"Not anymore," Charlie said smugly. "Better take the back, then."

"Whatever," Peter grumbled. He, Adam and Averman all got in the backseat. Adam was in the middle of them, grimacing when they started to bicker about who had stepped on who's shoe. Charlie saw Adam's miserable face in the rearview mirror and snickered. He didn't pity him.

"It was your fault!"

"No, it wasn't!"

"Yes, it was! My shoe's all scuffed, look!"

"Your head is scuffed, Averman!"

"Man, why are you two arguing about scuffed shoes like some girls?" Russ snorted.

Averman and Peter both shouted at the same time.

"He started it!"

"Is it too late to kick them out?' Charlie wondered.

"Probably," Russ said.

"Coach would probably hear them," Adam said.

Charlie glanced in Russ' direction. "Are you sure he's not going to catch us?"

"Positive," Russ was confident. "He's busy in his office. Ain't no way he'll know we took his keys."

"You took his keys," Adam stressed. "I was an innocent bystander in all this."

"You got in the car, Banksy. Some innocent bystander you are," Russ scoffed.

"He's right," Charlie chuckled unapologetically

"Course I am," Russ said proudly. He eyed the multitude of buttons that were on the front near the steering wheel with furrowed eyebrows. "Anyone know how to turn on the radio for this thing?"

Charlie opened his mouth to say something, having ridden in the car plenty of times but someone beat him to it.

"Press the arrow button. Should work," a voice said dryly.

They froze.

Bombay was at the open driver's door, arms crossed and giving them all a stern look.

Russ laughed nervously. "Hey Coach..."

"What are you doing in my car?" Bombay said sharply.

"We were, uh-" Russ's eyes hurriedly looked over to Charlie. "Uh-" Charlie made a face.

"Cleaning it," Adam blurted out, causing the others to look at him. "My mom was reading Cosmopolitan recently and it said that the ladies really, really dig a clean car." He held up a thumb. "We wanted to do you a favor."

"Uh, huh," Bombay said. He was not amused by their explanation.

"Yeah!" Averman said with enthusiasm. You're welcome, Coach!"

They all nodded and said yeah simultaneously.

Bombay gave it a minute, allowing silence to sink in. Then, he said, "What were you really doing?"

Charlie had guilt cross his face. "Uh-"

"We were hoping to pick up chicks," Peter told him.

Bombay raised his eyebrows. "Uh, huh. So you decided to take my keys in an attempt at stealing my car-which could leave you with a hefty fine, a suspended license and possible prison time.

They all rubbed the back of their neck, obviously not thinking about that part.

Russ slowly, and with a sheepish smile, turned the engine off and handed Bombay the keys. "Heh...sorry."

"Out," Bombay ordered.

They did so. Peter was grumbling to no one's surprise.

"Now, I don't have a lot of rules but you guys know not to get in my car," he scolded them. "No touching it, no looking at it, don't even breathe in the same direction."

"Sorry, Coach," Charlie said, ashamed.

The others followed suit, mumbling their apologies.

He sighed. "Get inside, all of you. Lace up and do some drills."

They immediately protested.

"Or I can call your parents and tell them you attempted to steal my car," He shrugged. "Your choice."

"On second thought," Russ said quickly, "we do need to practice."

"Thought so," Bombay smirked.

They started to walk back. But before they got halfway across the parking lot, Russ turned around.

"Then can we take it for a spin?"

"No!"

/

They are not allowed to jump around the corner and scare Bombay

"I don't think this is a good idea," Averman said. They were hiding behind a corner, waiting for Bombay to come by. Peter enjoyed jumping out and scaring him, even though he denied it each time that it did. "He threatened to maim you last time."

"He's not gonna do anything," Peter scoffed.

"I dunno," Averman said. "He was pretty mad last time."

"Yeah, because he screamed like a girl," Peter snickered.

"He told you if you ever did it again, you were dead."

"And I'm taking that as a challenge," Peter said like it was obvious.

Averman sighed. "This will not end well," he muttered to himself.

The two of them remained in that spot for a few more minutes, their ears perking up-with excitement for Peter and dismay for Averman-when they heard familiar footsteps. Peter leaped out from the corner.

Bombay jerked back; his eyes widened and he let out a startled gasp-which Averman knew that he would deny until his dying breath. He'd been holding a drink which was now spilled down the front of him, soaking his hoodie. He looked down at it, then looked at Peter, eyes narrowing.

Said Duck grinned shamelessly.

"Oops."

"That's it!" Bombay barked and took after Peter, who zoomed past Averman.