Adorable You

Ch.8- Fugitives From The Police

(Sanderson's POV)

"Damn you, Charmy! Now we're on the run from the police because of your reckless driving!" I gritted my teeth as we sped out of the town with about a dozen police cars on our heels. She sat in the passenger seat filing her nails casually. I wanted nothing more than to strangle her.

"Oh calm down...they won't catch us that easily." She said as she turned on the radio.

"...Be on the alert for a small pink Camaro heading southwest towards Dimmsdale...the fugitives include a clown, a perverted old man, and two big-headed teenagers...suspects might be armed and dangerous...and known to drive recklessly on the road..." My eyes widened as I heard the news report.

"WHAT? You made us sound like we're dangerous criminals!" I yelled at her as I changed lanes on the freeway. She ignored me and opened up the window, letting her hair flap in the wind.

"You better speed up...they're coming closer!" H.P sighed and shook his head behind us.

"If I known that we were going to end up in a situation like this, I would've stayed with the bicycle." I glared at him in the rearview mirror.

"Do you want to be kicked out now?" I asked. Flappy Bob watched the police behind us before he shouted at me.

"Quick, turn into this exit!" I turned the wheel and got onto the ramp nearby.

"What now?" I demanded as I almost swerved into another car on the bridge. The driver of the car honked angrily, and Charmy flipped him off.

"Learn to drive, stupid!" She yelled.

'Says you, reckless driver.' I thought as I swerved around another car and ran a red light in an intersection.

"...We can stop by somewhere and hide out until the coast is clear." Flappy suggested. ...That sure sounded like a good idea, but where are we going to hide? ...Oh wait, duh...we're magic! Ha ha ha. We can just disguise ourselves. Gosh, I am so stupid.

"Alrighty...but where?" I asked. Flappy shrugged.

"I dunno...I thought you know where you're going." ...Hey, that's not funny at all. I rolled my eyes and spotted the sign to Dimmsdale. Shoot, now that I think about it, we're starting back at the beginning. ...That's not cool.

"Oh, let's just go to Dimmsdale." H.P. snapped. Just then, Charmy pointed, smacking me in the face.

"Look! They've got helicopters coming after us now!" She exclaimed. Yep, it was true. A couple of whirlybirds followed us above, catching us on camera. Oh man...we were in deep trouble now once Jorgen finds out we're using a car instead of the bike...and that the human police were after us...

"What are we going to do? We can't use our 'stuff'' if they're watching us!" I glanced into the mirrors and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Aw heck...let's just use it! On my count, we'll ping into Dimmsdale."

"Poof." Charmy corrected.

"Whatever! ..One...two...three!" PING/POOF! The police cars behind immediately stopped as we disappeared right before their eyes. They tried to stop, but it resulted in a 50 car pileup that blocked the highway into Dimmsdale. Ha...suckers...

"Um, Sanderson?" Charmy pulled at my blazer as we pinged into Dimmsdale.

"What?" I scowled. She pointed out the window, and we realized we were in the middle of the city...and about 100 feet up in the air, too.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" We screamed, clinging onto each other as the car plummeted down.