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Chapter 8: Protective
Amanda was driving the truck while Heather was sitting in the passenger seat. Raechel, Randy, and John were in the backseat. Heather looked over at Amanda, "Are we there yet?" Amanda smirked and shook her head, "No, Heather, we're not there yet." Rae shook her head, "I don't see why you're so excited about seein' him." Heather grinned, "I love him! I can't help it." Rae shook her head, "Yeah, okay Heather." Amanda looked back at Rae for a second, "Leave her alone." Raechel smirked and nodded, "Yes Mommy, I'm so sorry," sarcasm was dripping from every word. Amanda shook her head and rolled her eyes. She knew that Rae blamed Brock for the way Heather was acting now, and she absolutely HATED him. Amanda was a little worried about what Rae was going to do when they got to Brock's house.
They pulled over at some gas station. John and Randy got out to stretch. Rae looked at John and led him away from the truck, "Come on stud." John smirked and followed Raechel into the convenience store. Amanda looked at Randy while Heather pumped the gas, "Wanna have a little fun on the way to Brock's?" Randy grinned, "Hell yeah." Amanda nodded and they walked to the back of the truck. Amanda opened the glass of the cap, then the tailgate. She smirked as Randy climbed in; she followed. She got in and quickly, tied his ankles and wrists. Randy looked at her, "What..." Amanda held her finger to her mouth and then climbed back out. Randy scowled and looked down at the bounds on his ankles and wrists, "Damn it." John and Raechel joined Amanda. John handed Amanda her drink, "Here ya go." Amanda smiled, "Thanks." Rae quickly produced her handcuffs and clapped them on John's wrists. He looked down, "Aww, man." She and Amanda then pushed John into the back with Randy. They tossed their drinks to them. As they closed the tailgate and glass, John and Randy stared at them in shock. Raechel looked at John apologetically, "Sorry." She then walked to the front of the truck. Amanda shrugged and blew a kiss to Randy.
Randy and John sat in the back of the truck trying to figure out a way to get out of their bounds. John kicked his feet against the side of the truck, "Damn it!" The truck stopped suddenly and Randy looked at him, "Way to go John." "Fuck off Randy." Randy's eyes went wide, "What?!" He tried to get to John by sliding across the bed. John smirked, "Come on Randy, the Legend Killer." Randy glared at him, "Oh, you're gonna get it." They started trying to kick each other, and weren't very successful, they kept slamming their heels down on the bed. The glass opened and the tailgate dropped. They both went wide-eyed when they saw a pissed off Raechel there with her hands on her hips. John opened his mouth, "Uh..." Rae didn't give him a chance, "Who did it?!" Randy looked at John; John was still staring at Raechel with a guilty look on his face. Raechel's eyes went narrow, "Don't ever kick MY truck again! You may treat your vehicles like shit, but not me! You kick it, I kick you! Got it?! Both of you! I know you two are back here actin' like little fuckin' kids!" John whimpered in acknowledgement. Randy sighed and nodded. Raechel nodded, "Grow the fuck up!" She slammed the tailgate shut and put the glass down. Both guys looked at each other as she walked away and let out a sigh of relief.
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Chapter 8: Protective
Amanda was driving the truck while Heather was sitting in the passenger seat. Raechel, Randy, and John were in the backseat. Heather looked over at Amanda, "Are we there yet?" Amanda smirked and shook her head, "No, Heather, we're not there yet." Rae shook her head, "I don't see why you're so excited about seein' him." Heather grinned, "I love him! I can't help it." Rae shook her head, "Yeah, okay Heather." Amanda looked back at Rae for a second, "Leave her alone." Raechel smirked and nodded, "Yes Mommy, I'm so sorry," sarcasm was dripping from every word. Amanda shook her head and rolled her eyes. She knew that Rae blamed Brock for the way Heather was acting now, and she absolutely HATED him. Amanda was a little worried about what Rae was going to do when they got to Brock's house.
They pulled over at some gas station. John and Randy got out to stretch. Rae looked at John and led him away from the truck, "Come on stud." John smirked and followed Raechel into the convenience store. Amanda looked at Randy while Heather pumped the gas, "Wanna have a little fun on the way to Brock's?" Randy grinned, "Hell yeah." Amanda nodded and they walked to the back of the truck. Amanda opened the glass of the cap, then the tailgate. She smirked as Randy climbed in; she followed. She got in and quickly, tied his ankles and wrists. Randy looked at her, "What..." Amanda held her finger to her mouth and then climbed back out. Randy scowled and looked down at the bounds on his ankles and wrists, "Damn it." John and Raechel joined Amanda. John handed Amanda her drink, "Here ya go." Amanda smiled, "Thanks." Rae quickly produced her handcuffs and clapped them on John's wrists. He looked down, "Aww, man." She and Amanda then pushed John into the back with Randy. They tossed their drinks to them. As they closed the tailgate and glass, John and Randy stared at them in shock. Raechel looked at John apologetically, "Sorry." She then walked to the front of the truck. Amanda shrugged and blew a kiss to Randy.
Randy and John sat in the back of the truck trying to figure out a way to get out of their bounds. John kicked his feet against the side of the truck, "Damn it!" The truck stopped suddenly and Randy looked at him, "Way to go John." "Fuck off Randy." Randy's eyes went wide, "What?!" He tried to get to John by sliding across the bed. John smirked, "Come on Randy, the Legend Killer." Randy glared at him, "Oh, you're gonna get it." They started trying to kick each other, and weren't very successful, they kept slamming their heels down on the bed. The glass opened and the tailgate dropped. They both went wide-eyed when they saw a pissed off Raechel there with her hands on her hips. John opened his mouth, "Uh..." Rae didn't give him a chance, "Who did it?!" Randy looked at John; John was still staring at Raechel with a guilty look on his face. Raechel's eyes went narrow, "Don't ever kick MY truck again! You may treat your vehicles like shit, but not me! You kick it, I kick you! Got it?! Both of you! I know you two are back here actin' like little fuckin' kids!" John whimpered in acknowledgement. Randy sighed and nodded. Raechel nodded, "Grow the fuck up!" She slammed the tailgate shut and put the glass down. Both guys looked at each other as she walked away and let out a sigh of relief.
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