Racetrack
Boomerang was headed my way, and I had an EXTREMELY good guess as to why.
Uh-oh.
"Oh, no ya don't!" Boomer exclaimed, grabbing the collar of my shirt as I tried to make a run for it. "You're not going anywhere! What on earth did you guys do in that car?" The question was innocent enough, but I could tell by the firey blazing in her eyes that she suspected innocent Two-Bits. coughsarcasmcough
"Well, let's see…We played White Jeep…We listened to Harry Potter on tape…We listened to Les Miserables, RENT, Chicago, Cats, Avenue Q, CAMP, and Distillers…We devised a plan to take over the world…We teased Specs about his obsession with words-of-the-day…We devised an incredibly brilliant plan to hook you up with Spot…We bombarded Davvy when he tried to put in Christina Agulaira…"
"Get to the point, Higgins—YOU WHAT?!" She demanded, realizing what she had missed. 'what did you say?"
"I believe you are referring to the part where we devised an incredibly brilliant plan to hook you up with Spot…?" She grabbed my collar, and I smiled at her.
"What. Did. You. Do?" she demanded. I grinned.
"I didn't do anything. Two-Bits, on the other hand…" She released me, and stormed over to Two-Bits, who was enjoying a conversation with Starr.
Well, not for long.
Short chapter, but I think you guys will live.