I'm back! I left Thursday for the family cabin up north to do some roofing and just got back last night. A lot happened and it'd take forever to explain it, so here's a "short summary".

Hillbilly skylight, no roof, bratty kids, fat hairy shirtless people, bonfire, two shirtless hunks (and one's not even related to me!), full tank of gas, nervous me, cheesy grin, one amused cop, a very thankful gas station lady (ok, what happened here I'm adding to this chapter, it'll happen to Marissa. She seems the most worthy), bad tasting cheese, "wanna go on a ride?", pimped out golf cart, slippery roof, un coordinated me, ouch.., "no doctors!", doctor.., broken ankle, come home, happy me, no work, updated chapters! I like pain.. What can I say. My first broken bone, so proud.. Here we go..

Oh yeah, to answer a question and make a comment here:

cdgeiger: Yeah, lol.. I sort of made it up. I was listening to something on a radio show about trying to kill their animals, and one person said they tried to freeze a mouse, so I took that idea and added stuff..

I-Believe-In-The-Butterflies: Ouch, sunburns.. Actually I have one too now. But I like it. Weird.. Your review did make me feel better, lol. Thank you oh so very much.

"Ugh.. Construction. These people think they can just block off roads and put cones in the middle and not even be out here to work on it," Seth complained.

"Shut up, construction workers are hot," Summer opened a can of soda.

"I used to work construction," Ryan pointed out, remembering the hot summer days he spent working, and getting tossed around, "But we never did projects like this.." he referred to the five lane highway that was being repaired.

"That's right, you're a construction worker too," Summer nudged his shoulder and smiled. Marissa noticed and got jealous.

"Hey Sum, why don't we switch? I haven't drove yet."

"Um, sure," Summer pulled to the side of the road, almost hitting a couple of the orange cones that were lined along one lane. When the girls were switching Ryan got out of the car and started walking towards them.

"Gotta pee?"

"No," Ryan appeared in the back, putting one of the cones in the back of the Land Rover, "Hurry, let's get out of here!" he closed Marissa's door and got in the passenger side.

Marissa giggled. She knew the other two wouldn't like this, but she felt daring as long as Ryan was here, "You theft," she teased.

"Who? Me?" Ryan tried to act innocent.

"Oh my god, guys!"

"This thing could have a tag or something. So they know where it is, and come and track us down. I'm too pretty to go to jail!" Seth cried.

"Seth, put that blanket over it, we're stopping to get gas."

"Nooo!" Seth wailed over dramatically.

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"Sum? Can you pump a full tanks worth, we're going in to get some drinks and stuff."

"Ew, pump gas?" Marissa gave her a pleading look and Summer sighed, "Fine.."

"Thank you," Marissa handed her a credit card.

"I don't know how to use this thing!" Summer sighed and put the pump into the tank.

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"Mm, Ryan, can you pass me the.. Zingers," Seth asked with his mouth still full of tacos.

"Hey there Mr. Cop," Summer stuck her nose up against the window, watching as they passed a cop.

"A cop?" Seth chewed his food.

"Coop, pull over! He's signaling," Summer pointed to the cop who was now following them.

"Shit, I'm not speeding!"

"Yeah, I don't think 45 in a 55 lane is speeding," Seth grimaced.

"Shut up."

"Good Afternoon," a cop, maybe in his late 20's came to the window, checking around the Land Rover, "Liscense, Vehicle Registration, and Insurance please."

"Hang on," Marissa laughed nervously, looking through her purse.

Ryan got the vehicle registration out of the glove compartment and handed it to the officer, "What did she do?"

"I'll tell you once I get the other things," he grinned, watching Seth shove more food into his mouth. Marissa handed him her insurance and license, "Did you just get gas?"

"Yeah," Marissa still felt giddy. She was so nervous.

"Did you use a credit card?"

"Uh huh," Summer called from the backseat.

"Did you put it in afterwards?" he smiled again.

"Oh.. Crap.." Summer realized what he was talking about, "I didn't know how to use that stupid thing. So we didn't pay for it?"

"No, they got your plate number and had me come find you. You need to go back to the gas station and just go inside and explain, then pay."

"We're so sorry," Marissa pleaded.

"It's ok, just a little miss understanding," he gave them the papers back and went into his car.

Once he was gone Marissa let out a long sigh and started laughed hysterically.

"Are you ok?" Ryan noticed Marissa.

"Yeah.. Phew.. I was so scared," Marissa took deep breaths, calming herself down, and pulling back onto the road, "How much did you put in here?"

"93 dollars."

"No wonder they came to find us. Wow, Ryan, you've turned Marissa into a bad girl. Stealing a cone, 93 bucks worth of gas," Seth chuckled evilly.

"Good thing we had the cone covered up."

"Why don't we just head back? We have to drive a half hour to the gas station anyways. And it's getting late. We can get a hotel tonight and drive the rest of the way tomorrow," Ryan suggested, noticing how stressed out Marissa was.

"Boy will we have some stories to tell."

There.. So that was what happened. I'm a gas stealer person.. 93 bucks too. Only I had my 80 year old, handicap grandmother in the car with me when I got pulled over. My first experience with a cop.. Not so great. And the next day my uncle went to the store and was telling someone the story about what happened to me and they're like, "Oh yeah, I heard about that. You're related to her?" I'm a most-wanted criminal in that little town. Lol, not really.. But everyone knows about it. Embarrassing? Yes.. I hate crutches.. So I think I'll be sitting on my ass all day, reading other people's stories and updating mine. Yay.