Disclaimer: Nobody's mine. Shame.
This is an AU. And that's all you need to know.
"Shit!" - A womans' loud cry sounded in the whole car-park.
"What is it Ann?" Asked her blonde friend, searching for something in her little bag.
"It's mah car! Ah mean, it's not here!" The short, brown-haired woman was glaring furiously around the place, where she left her new Porsche Carrera.
"Dear, dear. You have lost your own car, gel." Snorted the blonde girl. "It does really sound like you, sweethart." She added with an noticeable british accent.
"Ah didn't loose it! It was stolen!" The one called Ann yelled.
"That's what you said about your purse last week, luv. It was under yor bed." She started to make up with her crimson lipstick.
"Ah couldn't have put my CAR under mah bed, Bets!"
"Well, remember when you 'lost' your home?"
"Ah was drunk then, okay?"
"That's what we all say, darling. I am sure, you have parked it somewhere else, and now you just don't remember that, that's all."
"Ah did not!"
"Ann, admit it. It has been a hard time for you lately, since your parents are..."
"Ah don't care 'bout mah 'rents divorce!" Ann cut in. "Ah wan't mah car back!"
"Oh, dear..." Betsy rolled her eyes.
Meanwhile...
"Ya're da best, man!"
"Yah, ya've stolen a Porsche! A Porsche Carrera, brother!"
"Please, amies..." A handsome young man with messy, brown hair was smirking kinda sheepishly. "Dat was really easy... Da owner left da car open..."
"Left Porsche Carrera open?" His cousins' expressions were really stupid now. "No kiddin'?"
"Nah."
"Dieu, who's dat idiot?" asked a tall, blonde haired boy, about 17 years old.
"'Is name is Eric Lensherr, Remy s'poses. Remy saw 'im buyin' da car last week, and stole 'is visit card." Answered the thieve.
"Eric Lensherr? I heard dis name... 'E is a kinda politician or som'tin'"
"Whateva'." Said Remy. "Da car's still da coolest t'ing I've eva' stolen!"
