A/N: Thank you to all of you who reviewed!! Thank you really! Sorry this
took so long! School has been crazy ;) Well here's the story!
Lars and Twister ran out of the front door towards their house. Twister didn't exactly know where he was going, but followed Lars. Mr. Rocket came out of the house after them but there wasn't much of a competition between two teenagers and an forty year old out of shape cook/manager. They made up to the drive way when Lars picked up Twister and through him into the jeep. He jumped in as well and started up the engine.
"Lars", said Twister, "Calm down, Mr. Rocket just wants to talk."
"You want to get out", snapped Lars.
"No", admitted Twister.
"Yeah that's what I thought", replied Lars, "Now keep your mouth shut."
Twister did as he was told as Lars sped down the streets. Instead of his usual speeding to speed there was now a huge adrenaline rush and Lars drove like a drunken man. There were too many emotions following through his head.
First his parents, there was too much depression there. Second was Twister. Having to keep Twister calm, and looking out for him was a major responsibility that held a lot of pressure and stress. Then being bossed around by Mr. Rocket that led to anger. Then running out on Mr. Rocket, which pretty much led to fear and confusion wondering on how Mr. Rocket would deal with the situation. It wasn't like he could run to his house; they were after all neighbors. Depression, stress, anger, fear, and confusion at intense stages does not lead to anything productive. But with all of those emotions flowing through his head at a very strong level it was hard to think, it was hard to live, and it sure as heck was hard to drive.
Now in case you don't know, it's pretty much illegal pretty much everywhere to drive drunk and if you're giving off signals of being drunk that doesn't exactly make police officers take a high liking to you. Then when you're eyes are red from crying and you've pretty much had as much as you can take it kind gives off a crazy appearance. Sure enough Lars was called over by a cop. Lars didn't even seem to notice until Twister started talking.
"Um Lars", said Twister, "I think the cop behind us wants you to pull over."
"No way", said Lars, "They don't want me, I didn't do nothing wrong."
"You over the speed limit?", asked Twister.
"Well that can't be it", shouted Lars after admitting to himself he was very much over, "Everyone else is speeding too, I don't see him pulling them over."
"Oh okay."
Few minutes later the sirens began to wail.
"Yeah okay Lars", said Twister, "I know you always pound me when you're wrong, and I'm right which makes this even harder to tell you, but guess what? I'm right. You got to pull over."
Ignoring his brother Lars shouted at the cop behind him, "What do you want?"
"Here we go", muttered Twister.
"Pull over", said the cops.
"Shit. Why me", mumbled Lars pulling the car over.
Lars stepped out of the car as the two officers ran up to him. Now so far all the officers knew was that he was a teenager that wasn't listening. Teenagers that are drunk look even worse.
"Look officers", began Lars.
"Do you know how fast you were going", shouted one of the officers.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing", yelled another.
"We were behind you for five minutes!"
"I'm sorry", shouted Lars, "But shut-up! I can't take anymore of this!"
"Are you drunk", asked an officer.
"No I'm not drunk", snapped Lars.
"You're eyes are red", said the other officer.
"I'M NOT DRUNK", shouted Lars.
"Okay no need to get hostile now", said another officer who was mentally profiling him as a crazy.
"I'm not", screamed Lars, "Leave me alone!"
"Exc-", began the officer but was cut off by Lars who had collapsed onto the ground.
He started to cry. There was no more he could take for tonight. The officer went to bend down to console him and figure out what was going on when Twister jumped out.
"Hey", shouted Twister, "Don't you touch him! You're not arresting him!"
Twister ran over to his brother and hugged him.
"You can't take him!"
"Okay now let's everybody calm down", said the officer.
"Now who are you", asked the other officer.
"His brother", said Twister still grasping to his brother, afraid that if he let go he'd be parted with his only family left.
"What's going on here", asked the cop.
"Our parents are in the hospital", Twister said with no emotion except anger towards the officers, "And they're going to die! And we want to see them! Our parents were on the bus this morning! They were shot! We want to see them! Don't you arrest my brother!"
"You were off to the hospital", asked the officer much more kindly now.
"YES", screamed Twister.
"Son", said the officer, "How old are you?"
"Eleven", shouted Twister.
"Um yeah", said the officer, "But how old is your brother?"
"He's seventeen and three quarters", shouted Twister.
"Call back up", whispered one officer.
The other one left.
"Okay now I'm Officer Smith", said Officer Smith, "We're not going to hurt you guys okay? You want to stand up kid?"
"NO", shouted Twister still holding a tight fix on his brother.
"All right", said the officer, "What's your name?"
"Twister!"
"All right, no need to yell now."
"YES THERE IS! You want to kill my brother!"
"Why we would want to do that? Who gave you that idea?"
"Bad guys go to the electric chair", shouted Twister who had lost all common sense by now much like Lars.
"No one is going to kill your brother", said Smith, "We just want to talk to you guys okay? Now what's your brother's name?"
"Lars!"
"Okay can I talk to Lars alone?"
"NO! NO!"
"Okay, okay, that's all right. Lars you still okay? Can't really see you with your brother in the way."
Lars had recollected himself by now, and stood up. He let Twister grab on his leg as tightly as possible. He rubbed his brother's shoulder.
"It's okay Twist", he said.
"Now", said Smith, "Let's just talk a few things through now."
Soon another sirened car came up. Only inside held a social worker; that was back-up.
"Whose that", demanded Lars.
"This is our friend", said Smith.
"That's not a cop", inquired Lars, "So that means.it's a social worker!"
"Well yes", said Smith.
"Hi", said a lady, "I'm Mrs. Anderson. Now let's sort a few things through okay?"
"NO", shouted Twister.
"Twist", said Lars, "Calm down, everything will be fine."
"Actually", said Smith, "I really hate doing this, and I'm sorry sons, but Twister you have to go with Mrs. Anderson for custody, and Lars you have to come with me for driving. I'm very sorry boys."
"NOOOO", shouted Twister.
Lars bent down on a knee and put both hands on his brother's shoulders.
"Listen to me", said Lars, "Listen. You listening?"
The cops gave the brothers a minute considering the circumstances.
"Yeah", said Twister.
"Okay now here's what you're going to do. You're going to go NICELY with Mrs. Anderson, and when you get wherever she's bringing you and you're going to wait for me to get there. I'm going to go Officer Smith, get a bail and then come pick you up."
"Son I'm sorry", said Mrs. Anderson, "But we can't grant you custody."
"Then I'll have Mr. Rocket go get him", barked Lars at Mrs. Anderson, then towards Twister, "Everything is going to be okay. I'll talk to Officer Shelly and she'll explain the whole custody crap okay? This is only for a few temporary hours. Give me a hug."
Twister leapt into his brother's arms and held his brother's back tightly but still no tears came. He just held on, and on and on.
"Come on boys", said Smith, "It's time to go."
"NO", shouted Twister, "I'm staying with Lars!!! I want my brother!"
Things started to happen so quickly but all Twister knew was that he was being pulled away by another officer and being separated from his brother who now had on handcuffs.
"Remember what I told you", said Lars as he was being put in the car, "And please calm down!"
Twister bit and fought as hard as he could to stop that car from leaving him. And despite the two officers, (one had came with Mrs. Anderson) and Mrs. Anderson pulling him as gently as they could into the car he was still was able to not get in. But when that cop car pulled away with his brother he collapsed and fainted.
Coming Soon:
"You get one call", said Smith.
"So you guys really do say that", said Lars.
Smith glanced at look at him.
"Uh right", said Lars embarrassed.
Lars picked up the phone and began to dial.
"Um hi Mr. Rocket", said Lars, "You'll never guess where I am."
"Um Lars", said Mr. Rocket, "Where are you? Well never mind that. I've got something to tell you."
"Can't be as big as what I have in store for you."
"I think it can. The hospital called, it's about your parents."
Lars and Twister ran out of the front door towards their house. Twister didn't exactly know where he was going, but followed Lars. Mr. Rocket came out of the house after them but there wasn't much of a competition between two teenagers and an forty year old out of shape cook/manager. They made up to the drive way when Lars picked up Twister and through him into the jeep. He jumped in as well and started up the engine.
"Lars", said Twister, "Calm down, Mr. Rocket just wants to talk."
"You want to get out", snapped Lars.
"No", admitted Twister.
"Yeah that's what I thought", replied Lars, "Now keep your mouth shut."
Twister did as he was told as Lars sped down the streets. Instead of his usual speeding to speed there was now a huge adrenaline rush and Lars drove like a drunken man. There were too many emotions following through his head.
First his parents, there was too much depression there. Second was Twister. Having to keep Twister calm, and looking out for him was a major responsibility that held a lot of pressure and stress. Then being bossed around by Mr. Rocket that led to anger. Then running out on Mr. Rocket, which pretty much led to fear and confusion wondering on how Mr. Rocket would deal with the situation. It wasn't like he could run to his house; they were after all neighbors. Depression, stress, anger, fear, and confusion at intense stages does not lead to anything productive. But with all of those emotions flowing through his head at a very strong level it was hard to think, it was hard to live, and it sure as heck was hard to drive.
Now in case you don't know, it's pretty much illegal pretty much everywhere to drive drunk and if you're giving off signals of being drunk that doesn't exactly make police officers take a high liking to you. Then when you're eyes are red from crying and you've pretty much had as much as you can take it kind gives off a crazy appearance. Sure enough Lars was called over by a cop. Lars didn't even seem to notice until Twister started talking.
"Um Lars", said Twister, "I think the cop behind us wants you to pull over."
"No way", said Lars, "They don't want me, I didn't do nothing wrong."
"You over the speed limit?", asked Twister.
"Well that can't be it", shouted Lars after admitting to himself he was very much over, "Everyone else is speeding too, I don't see him pulling them over."
"Oh okay."
Few minutes later the sirens began to wail.
"Yeah okay Lars", said Twister, "I know you always pound me when you're wrong, and I'm right which makes this even harder to tell you, but guess what? I'm right. You got to pull over."
Ignoring his brother Lars shouted at the cop behind him, "What do you want?"
"Here we go", muttered Twister.
"Pull over", said the cops.
"Shit. Why me", mumbled Lars pulling the car over.
Lars stepped out of the car as the two officers ran up to him. Now so far all the officers knew was that he was a teenager that wasn't listening. Teenagers that are drunk look even worse.
"Look officers", began Lars.
"Do you know how fast you were going", shouted one of the officers.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing", yelled another.
"We were behind you for five minutes!"
"I'm sorry", shouted Lars, "But shut-up! I can't take anymore of this!"
"Are you drunk", asked an officer.
"No I'm not drunk", snapped Lars.
"You're eyes are red", said the other officer.
"I'M NOT DRUNK", shouted Lars.
"Okay no need to get hostile now", said another officer who was mentally profiling him as a crazy.
"I'm not", screamed Lars, "Leave me alone!"
"Exc-", began the officer but was cut off by Lars who had collapsed onto the ground.
He started to cry. There was no more he could take for tonight. The officer went to bend down to console him and figure out what was going on when Twister jumped out.
"Hey", shouted Twister, "Don't you touch him! You're not arresting him!"
Twister ran over to his brother and hugged him.
"You can't take him!"
"Okay now let's everybody calm down", said the officer.
"Now who are you", asked the other officer.
"His brother", said Twister still grasping to his brother, afraid that if he let go he'd be parted with his only family left.
"What's going on here", asked the cop.
"Our parents are in the hospital", Twister said with no emotion except anger towards the officers, "And they're going to die! And we want to see them! Our parents were on the bus this morning! They were shot! We want to see them! Don't you arrest my brother!"
"You were off to the hospital", asked the officer much more kindly now.
"YES", screamed Twister.
"Son", said the officer, "How old are you?"
"Eleven", shouted Twister.
"Um yeah", said the officer, "But how old is your brother?"
"He's seventeen and three quarters", shouted Twister.
"Call back up", whispered one officer.
The other one left.
"Okay now I'm Officer Smith", said Officer Smith, "We're not going to hurt you guys okay? You want to stand up kid?"
"NO", shouted Twister still holding a tight fix on his brother.
"All right", said the officer, "What's your name?"
"Twister!"
"All right, no need to yell now."
"YES THERE IS! You want to kill my brother!"
"Why we would want to do that? Who gave you that idea?"
"Bad guys go to the electric chair", shouted Twister who had lost all common sense by now much like Lars.
"No one is going to kill your brother", said Smith, "We just want to talk to you guys okay? Now what's your brother's name?"
"Lars!"
"Okay can I talk to Lars alone?"
"NO! NO!"
"Okay, okay, that's all right. Lars you still okay? Can't really see you with your brother in the way."
Lars had recollected himself by now, and stood up. He let Twister grab on his leg as tightly as possible. He rubbed his brother's shoulder.
"It's okay Twist", he said.
"Now", said Smith, "Let's just talk a few things through now."
Soon another sirened car came up. Only inside held a social worker; that was back-up.
"Whose that", demanded Lars.
"This is our friend", said Smith.
"That's not a cop", inquired Lars, "So that means.it's a social worker!"
"Well yes", said Smith.
"Hi", said a lady, "I'm Mrs. Anderson. Now let's sort a few things through okay?"
"NO", shouted Twister.
"Twist", said Lars, "Calm down, everything will be fine."
"Actually", said Smith, "I really hate doing this, and I'm sorry sons, but Twister you have to go with Mrs. Anderson for custody, and Lars you have to come with me for driving. I'm very sorry boys."
"NOOOO", shouted Twister.
Lars bent down on a knee and put both hands on his brother's shoulders.
"Listen to me", said Lars, "Listen. You listening?"
The cops gave the brothers a minute considering the circumstances.
"Yeah", said Twister.
"Okay now here's what you're going to do. You're going to go NICELY with Mrs. Anderson, and when you get wherever she's bringing you and you're going to wait for me to get there. I'm going to go Officer Smith, get a bail and then come pick you up."
"Son I'm sorry", said Mrs. Anderson, "But we can't grant you custody."
"Then I'll have Mr. Rocket go get him", barked Lars at Mrs. Anderson, then towards Twister, "Everything is going to be okay. I'll talk to Officer Shelly and she'll explain the whole custody crap okay? This is only for a few temporary hours. Give me a hug."
Twister leapt into his brother's arms and held his brother's back tightly but still no tears came. He just held on, and on and on.
"Come on boys", said Smith, "It's time to go."
"NO", shouted Twister, "I'm staying with Lars!!! I want my brother!"
Things started to happen so quickly but all Twister knew was that he was being pulled away by another officer and being separated from his brother who now had on handcuffs.
"Remember what I told you", said Lars as he was being put in the car, "And please calm down!"
Twister bit and fought as hard as he could to stop that car from leaving him. And despite the two officers, (one had came with Mrs. Anderson) and Mrs. Anderson pulling him as gently as they could into the car he was still was able to not get in. But when that cop car pulled away with his brother he collapsed and fainted.
Coming Soon:
"You get one call", said Smith.
"So you guys really do say that", said Lars.
Smith glanced at look at him.
"Uh right", said Lars embarrassed.
Lars picked up the phone and began to dial.
"Um hi Mr. Rocket", said Lars, "You'll never guess where I am."
"Um Lars", said Mr. Rocket, "Where are you? Well never mind that. I've got something to tell you."
"Can't be as big as what I have in store for you."
"I think it can. The hospital called, it's about your parents."