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a/n: ok, before I get started, I would just like to say, love and hugs to everyone who read and reviewed. I wasn't sure what to expect when I started this, but you guys have all made me really happy. And I'd also like to say, I know the things in here aren't very realistic, especially in the coming chapters, but they make me happy. That's why I write them. Love you all!
On with the story.
Chapter 4
Mickey knew they didn't have long before Rippner figured out what was happening, so he motioned for the men to move with all speed.
"Search the upstairs," he whispered. He reached the bedroom, and was opening the door, when he heard a growling coming from the other side.
She has a dog? Was all he had time to think before the door was barreled open and he was knocked all the way down the stairs by a large grey dog. All the men tried their best to catch him, but he was too fast. He made it out the front door, and howled his way down the street, searching for his wayward mistress.
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Lisa heard Baby howling, and felt her knuckles turn white as she clenched her knees. If any of them hurt her Baby. . .
Jackson turned to look at her. He admired how cool she looked, and rolled down her window. Lisa sat back and let the cool air flow over her hot face and tried to piece together what had happened.
She couldn't ever go back to her house, that was certain. She could stay with her father, but she had no way of getting there now. . . clearly she was stuck with Jackson for the time being. And now, since she finally had time to take a step back from what was going on and think, she could examine her feelings. Jackson had come back to her. After a year, he had come back. And she could try to lie to herself and say she wasn't happy to see him, but that seemed rather counterproductive, at least in this point in time. She was afraid to speak, so she contented herself in looking at him. A silence filled the car, along with a discomfort. Lisa felt like she was breathing too loud, and her leg started twitching. To cover up the awkwardness, she leaned forward and switched on the radio.
A song was just coming on, and she heard the opening strains of a bass guitar. After a few minutes of that, the irreplaceable sound of "Papa was a Rollin' Stone" started.
Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone.
Jackson shifted in his seat, though his face remained blank.
What the hell is she doing?
He looked over at her, and almost started laughing. The look of delight on her face was picturesque.
She started humming along, hesitantly at first, but at the next chorus, she burst out loud in accompaniment.
"Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone!" before she knew what was happening, she was thumping her hands on the dashboard and moving her shoulders.
Jackson stared at her in disbelief. Should I feel her forehead? He wondered. There she was, getting down with her bad self, right in the shotgun seat. He felt that he was at a complete loss for what to do. He felt like shooting himself. At the same time, he had never seen anything so adorable in his entire life.
When the song ended, Lisa shut the radio off, and a silence fell back over the car, and they both stared in opposite directions once again.
a/n: I know this was a short chapter, but once I got the idea in my head, I couldn't get rid of it. Don't worry, next one will be long with a twist!