Disclaimer - Dude, don't sue my broke ass. Plus, I don't do research, it is a generality, so anything medical in here, I made it up, anything that doesn't sound right, it probably isn't, so just amuse me and go with it.
A/N: Thanks to all the people on the DA Fans Message board, Anna, Alejux, Jeanne, Karen, Meg, Cat, and anyone I have left out (sorry). You guys make writing possible for me, and without all your insperation, we'd never have heard of SML and Oreo Cookie Girls, Karen would have never been called the Weakest Link, and I'd never be getting D in biolgy for ignoring my work to write. Wait....
Chapter One
"Cindy! Are you ready to go yet?" Max asked impatiently as she stood outside the bathroom door. "I want to get there before it gets crowded!"
"Yeah yeah yeah, can a sister get a second to get ready?" Cindy shouted back.
"Come on, after I am done with you, I have things to do!" Max said as she rattled the doorknob, hoping to inspire her to move a little quicker.
"Things to do, don't you mean people to do, like your rich boyfriend?"
"He is not my boyfriend."
"Sure, and I go for the three legged sex."
"Whatever, just hurry up."
A half hour later, the two women stepped out of their apartment building and onto the street. They were meeting Kendra at a small bar down the street, so Max wasn't taking her bike, but they were walking, fighting over whether or not Logan was Max's boyfriend or not. As usual, Max was 'claiming' that they were not like that, they were 'just friends'. Also as usual, Cindy was 'claiming' that they were 'just friends that did the nasty-nasty all night long.'
They stood at the corner of an intersection, waiting for the walk signal to flash on. They stepped off the curb and walked across the crosswalk, still chattering, when Max saw the car tear around the corner. It was a late model sedan, dark blue in color, at it was speeding at about eighty five miles an hour, and it was heading right towards an unsuspecting Cindy, who was about five steps ahead of Max, her head turned as she talked to Max.
Max had only a split second to react. "Cindy! Watch out!" She shouted. Cindy turned her head, and seeing the speeding car, froze. Max bolted forward and shoved Cindy with two hands, knocking Cindy off of her feet, and narrowly out of harms way.
Max was not that lucky. The bumper of the car struck her in the side, sending her airborne, and she rolled several times as she hit the pavement, striking her head on the curb.
"Max!" Cindy screamed as the car stopped momentarily, then sped off around the corner. Cindy jumped shakily to her feet, sprinting to an unmoving Max's side. Cindy rolled her over, and stared at Max's battered face, blood streaming out of cuts, scrapes, and lacerations all over her face. "Someone help me!" Cindy shouted weakly, struggling with the zipper on her purse, desperately trying to find her cell phone. She dialed 9-1-1 with shaky fingers as she checked Max's pulse. "Someone please help me." She whimpered tears streaming down her cheeks.
A/N: Thanks to all the people on the DA Fans Message board, Anna, Alejux, Jeanne, Karen, Meg, Cat, and anyone I have left out (sorry). You guys make writing possible for me, and without all your insperation, we'd never have heard of SML and Oreo Cookie Girls, Karen would have never been called the Weakest Link, and I'd never be getting D in biolgy for ignoring my work to write. Wait....
Chapter One
"Cindy! Are you ready to go yet?" Max asked impatiently as she stood outside the bathroom door. "I want to get there before it gets crowded!"
"Yeah yeah yeah, can a sister get a second to get ready?" Cindy shouted back.
"Come on, after I am done with you, I have things to do!" Max said as she rattled the doorknob, hoping to inspire her to move a little quicker.
"Things to do, don't you mean people to do, like your rich boyfriend?"
"He is not my boyfriend."
"Sure, and I go for the three legged sex."
"Whatever, just hurry up."
A half hour later, the two women stepped out of their apartment building and onto the street. They were meeting Kendra at a small bar down the street, so Max wasn't taking her bike, but they were walking, fighting over whether or not Logan was Max's boyfriend or not. As usual, Max was 'claiming' that they were not like that, they were 'just friends'. Also as usual, Cindy was 'claiming' that they were 'just friends that did the nasty-nasty all night long.'
They stood at the corner of an intersection, waiting for the walk signal to flash on. They stepped off the curb and walked across the crosswalk, still chattering, when Max saw the car tear around the corner. It was a late model sedan, dark blue in color, at it was speeding at about eighty five miles an hour, and it was heading right towards an unsuspecting Cindy, who was about five steps ahead of Max, her head turned as she talked to Max.
Max had only a split second to react. "Cindy! Watch out!" She shouted. Cindy turned her head, and seeing the speeding car, froze. Max bolted forward and shoved Cindy with two hands, knocking Cindy off of her feet, and narrowly out of harms way.
Max was not that lucky. The bumper of the car struck her in the side, sending her airborne, and she rolled several times as she hit the pavement, striking her head on the curb.
"Max!" Cindy screamed as the car stopped momentarily, then sped off around the corner. Cindy jumped shakily to her feet, sprinting to an unmoving Max's side. Cindy rolled her over, and stared at Max's battered face, blood streaming out of cuts, scrapes, and lacerations all over her face. "Someone help me!" Cindy shouted weakly, struggling with the zipper on her purse, desperately trying to find her cell phone. She dialed 9-1-1 with shaky fingers as she checked Max's pulse. "Someone please help me." She whimpered tears streaming down her cheeks.