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All Roads Lead to Washington

Chicago...is NOT in Indiana

As much crap as she got for it from Huey, Jazmine always had been, and most likely always would be, a peacemaker. She was constantly seen as the voice of reason by anyone; from two feuding strangers in the line at the bank to a group of debating firemen in front of the movie theatre. Shoot, she'd even thwarted a war between four rival gang members by offering to take them all to Starbucks and help them work out their issues! While Huey was good at catching and holding the attention of masses of people, Jazmine was good at keeping the peace. He stirred up trouble, she smoothed it over. If she wasn't so apathetic towards American and global politics, she could probably be a freaking ambassador.

Of course, when she'd proudly said that after patching up a fifteen year feud between a man and his ex girlfriend at the park, Huey had popped her balloon by telling her she could barely keep her old doll, Ms. Wellington, in control.

Well.

So with Jazmine being the designated voice of reason, obviously she was going to take this time that she and Cindy had to try and figure out what was going on with her.

After all, Cindy owed her that much.

"So," Jazmine asked casually, turning down the radio with one hand as they sped on the interstate, the late evening sun sitting on their shoulders and the wind rushing past them and over their heads. Cindy was lying back in the passenger seat, her shoes off and her bare feet hanging out the passenger window. The map was on her lap, and she was filing her nails. "You want to tell me what's going on with you an Caesar? Anything new?"

Cindy flicked her blue eyes towards her best friend and shrugged.

"Nope."

Jazmine glared at her. "Are you lying to me?"

Cindy sighed. "No."

"Cynthia Michelle McPhearson-"

"Nuh uh!" Cindy bolted up. "We double-turtle-triple-skip-hula-hoop-pinkie-promised that you'd never speak of my real name as long as you lived!" She gave Jazmine a cross look. "You know that you're the only person other than my mom, my dad, and the creator of my birth certificate that knows my real name!"

"And as best friends, we promised each other we'd never lie to each other!" Jazmine shot back. Her gaze softened as Cindy pouted. "So tell me what's wrong."

"Fine." Cindy flipped her hair behind her shoulders, rolling her eyes. "Caesar and I broke up, okay?"

Jazmine's mouth fell open. "What? But why?"

"Because!" Cindy threw up his hands. "I went to try and talk about our whole break thing, and-" She cut off, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring coolly at the dashboard in front of her. "He was kissing some other chick."

Jazmine frowned. "That doesn't sound like Caesar at all."

"What, you think I'm lying about it?" Cindy snapped. Jazmine shook her head.

"Of course not." She shrugged. "I just never imagined him doing something like that, that's all."

"Well, me neither." Cindy snorted, smacking her lips. "Man, whatever. I don't need him anyways." She tapped her fingers against the side of the door. "I don't need anyone."

Jazmine gave her best friend a concerned glance. Despite Huey and Cindy's obvious differences, they had odd similarities. Such as both of their inabilities to admit what they were feeling. Cindy may have tried to act tough, but she knew that the girl was probably crying on the inside. Cindy, unlike most, had an unconventional way of handling her problems. She didn't bottle them, like Jazmine. She didn't address them directly like Huey. She didn't laugh about them, like Caesar. She did things. She joined countless clubs and societies, found things to do that required her to be completely focused on them, spontaneously went to parties on the other side of town, calling Jazmine at two in the morning when she didn't have a ride home. Cindy was smart, fun, and a great friend...but as much as she wouldn't admit it, she was probably the most vulnerable out of any of them.

Especially since her parents' divorce a few years back...

"Well, are you okay?" When Cindy shot her a dirty look she shrugged. "I'm serious!"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Cindy propped her feet up again. "I'm just ready to school to start so that we can get on with our lives. I'm sick of this place. I'm ready to see new things, meet new people."

"Well-" Jazmine started to say something but stopped, glancing up at one of the interstate signs and frowning. "Wait a minute..." Her eyes narrowed. "Cindy."

"Hmm?"

"You have the map, right?"

Cindy lifted an eyebrow, waving the large, folded page. "Yes...why?"

"Because." Jazmine gave her a look. "I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be hitting Indiana about now, not Chicago."

Cindy bolted up, her jaw dropping. "What?!" She cringed, offering Jazmine a nervous grin. "Maybe you go through Chicago to hit DC?"

"Cindy!" Jazmine groaned. "DC is east, not North!"

"Well, I'm telling you what the map told me!" She insisted, shoving the paper in the air for Jazmine to read. "Look!"

Jazmine took her eyes off the road long enough to glance at the paper. Her eyebrows knitted together and she groaned, shaking her head.

"What?" Cindy gave her a look. Jazmine glared. "What?"

Wordlessly, Jazmine took the map out of the confused girl's hands with one hand, flipping it upside down and handing it back to her. Cindy stared at it and grinned.

"Oh!" Then, seeing Jazmine's face, she frowned. "Oh..."

"Whatever." Jazmine swung into the far right lane, heading for the south Chicago exit. "Let's just stop. We'll figure it out."

"I'm sorry." Cindy offered a tiny smile. "I'll buy you a hot dog?"

Jazmine glared at her. "Oh, you're getting me more than a hot dog."

Considering that Robert Jebediah Freeman had dreamed of the day he'd get the house to himself ever since his grandchildren were kids, it was odd how he seemed reluctant to them leaving.

"You're going so soon?" He asked Huey, who was setting down his suitcase in the foyer so that he could go rush Riley some more. "Both of you are going?"

"Yeah. Riley!" Huey yelled up the stairs. "Don't make me come up there!"

"Nigga I ain' scared of you!" Riley shouted back. "And I said I'm comin!"

Huey shook his head, glancing back at Grandad. His brow rose. "Grandad...are you crying?"

"What? Boy, no!" Grandad wiped at the corner of his eyes. "I just have...something in my eye! Shoot, why would I cry behind yo bad asses?"

"Has the moment finally come?"

Grandad and Huey turned towards the open front door, which Uncle Ruckus was coming through, grinning and holding his belly.

"Finally!" He sighed with contentment. "I don't gotta cringe everytime I pass tha house and think of the baboons habitatin tha place!"

"Ruckus, they're only leaving for a couple weeks!" Grandad turned back to Huey, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him roughly. "Right? Right, boy? Just a couple weeks?"

"Grandad, yes!" Huey gently detached himself from his grandfather's grasp, spotting Riley running down the stairs with a duffel bag. Huey picked up his own suitcase and tossed it to Riley, who caught it as he breezed out the door. Huey gave Ruckus a look of contempt before turning to Grandad, his keys in his hand.

"We're going to try and catch up to Jazmine and Cindy," He explained in a patient, yet urgent voice. "We'll be back the Sunday after next."

"The twenty eighth?" Grandad's jaw dropped. "That's so far away!"

"Well, it would've only been a week if Cindy wouldn't have lost her mind," Huey mumbled, turning towards the door. A second later, however, Grandad grabbed his arm, spinning him around and giving him a surprisingly strong hug. Huey blinked, his eyes widening.

"You be careful boy, you hear me?"

"Um..." Huey didn't exactly know what to make of this situation. After all, wasn't Grandad the one always saying he couldn't wait until they left? "Okay?"

"Good." Grandad let him go, quickly making his eyes harden. "Now get the hell out my house."

Huey's eyes narrowed as well. "Whatever. I'll call you." He headed out the front door, missing the frown that fell across Grandad's face. Ruckus put a sympathetic hand on Grandad's children.

"Well well well, Robert." He shook his head as they watched Huey hop into the driver's seat, closing the door. Riley was in the backseat, Caesar occupying the front passenger one. "I do believe you love your grandchildren."

"Bullshit!" Grandad smacked his lips, snorting. "Shoot. I don't care if they crazy asses never come back!" They watched the car back out of the driveway. "Always eatin all my food and fighting and tearing up my walls with those damn guns, sneakin girls into the house in the middle of the night! Gotta watch Huey make out with Tom's daughter when they're supposedly watchin Fight Club and shoot, that damn Riley even got some girl interested in him! Caught them makin out on the couch the other night at two in the damn morning! What the hell is a girl doing in the house at two in the morning?"

"So." Ruckus gave Grandad a look. "You're not going to miss them?"

The car started off down the street, its lights disappearing in the distance and leaving the street oddly empty. Grandad sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"Of course I'm going to miss them."

Since they'd both eaten not too long ago, they didn't want to get too far from the interstate, and they weren't trying to drive too far into the city to get lost, Jazmine and Cindy ended up stopping at some auto repair shop. Jazmine killed the engine, reaching behind her and grabbing a metal baseball bat out of her back seat. Cindy's eyes widened.

"Jazmine! What the hell?" She pointed to the girl. "You're going to beat someone into telling us how to get on the right route?"

"No!" Jazmine pushed her car door open, rolling her eyes. "But we are in a foreign city, around complete strangers. And it's almost nighttime. You think I'm gonna walk around defenseless?"

"But Jazmine." Cindy eyed the bat. "Couldn't you have gotten...oh, you know, pepper spray? A pocket knife? A rape whistle?"

"Nope." Jazmine shrugged. "What? Huey gave it to me!"

Cindy shook her head. "You two are the only people I know who exchange weapons for gifts to show affection."

"Shut up." Cindy hopped out the car, slamming her door as well. Jazmine locked the car and the two of them walked over the gravel into the garage, where two boys around their age were working on a car. One of them, a boy with glasses and long braids tied back into a high ponytail, was in the engine, while the other was under the car. A mini stereo was blaring in the corner of the garage. Jazmine cleared her throat while Cindy hung back with her arms folded over her chest. "Excuse me."

Either they didn't hear her or they were ignoring her. Jazmine sighed. "Hello?"

Still, nothing. Cindy let out a loud, exasperated sigh.

"What does Huey tell you, Jazmine?" She asked. Jazmine glared at her.

"Don't start."

"What does he say?"

Jazmine sighed loudly, rolling her eyes. "Be more assertive."

"Thank you." Cindy gestured to her. "Louder, please."

Jazmine took a step closer, trying again. "Excuse me?" She said a bit louder. "Can my friend and I get your help?"

Cindy sighed, louder. She was obviously getting impatient. Jazmine gave her a dirty look, turning towards the car again.

"Excuse me...excuse me...EXCUSE ME!"

"Ah! Fuck!" The one working on the engine jerked so roughly that he bumped his head on the hood and hissed, rubbing it. The other guy banged something underneath the car, swearing. Jazmine looked satisfied. The one with the engine whirled around, glaring.

"WHAT?!" He asked. Jazmine poked her thumb towards Cindy before speaking.

"We're lost." She offered him a small smile. "Can you help us, please?"

He gave her a look, then his eyes flickered to Cindy. He snorted, shaking his head.

"Nope. Not for free, we can't." He turned back to the car. Jazmine's jaw dropped.

"Ex...cuse me?"

"You sure do say that a lot," He said. Cindy stepped beside Jazmine, glaring.

"Look, you big dumbass," She said impatiently, rolling her eyes. "We're lost. We need directions. It's not rocket science and will only take a good thirty seconds away from your precious time." She glared at his suddenly tense back. "So-"

"If it's not rocket science, then figure it out yourself!"

"Dues." The boy under the car suddenly rolled forward, sitting up and wiping his face with a rag. "Who the hell are you talking to?"

"Dues" nodded towards them. The boy glanced at them before straightening.

"What do you need help with?" He asked, not sounding much friendlier than his partner. Cindy sighed.

"We need directions."

"Oh." His brow lifted. "And we should help you because...?"

"Seriously?" Cindy laughed. "It's directions! How hard is it to tell us where to go?!"

"Sorry." He didn't sound apologetic in the slightest. "I just don't typically go around aiding the white man. Unless they're paying me, of course."

"That's the stupidest shit I've ever...well, she's driving, and she ain't white!" Cindy thrust a finger towards Jazmine. "Ima need for you to check the racist shit, homes."

"Ooh. A white girl who learned a few new words off BET." The boy rolled his eyes. Jazmine stepped forward, her eyes in slits.

She wasn't assertive. She wasn't mean. But one thing she never, ever stood for, was rudeness.

"The fact that you can sit there and make broad assumptions on someone that you don't know, nor have you ever met, shows poor part on your character," She said, her voice filled with disdain. Cindy's eyebrows lifted. This girl had been around Huey way too long. "For your ancestors to have fought so hard for civil rights an equality throughout our country you demonstrate just how our current generation is putting us back another fifty years by their inability to look past simple traits such as skin pigmentation. Not to mention, you displaying the same racism that was shown against black people and still is today, shows that not only are you a hypocrite, but your double standards also hinder you from being proficient social wise. Tell me, are you always this socially inept?"

Cindy's jaw dropped. So did the boy's, along with the guy at the engine. He blinked, rubbing his eyes.

"Aye, Cairo." The boy with the braids looked towards the other guy, who was rising to his feet, staring at Jazmine. "You know who this chick reminds me of?" Cairo nodded, but he went on anyway. "That former best friend of yours who you headbutted that one time."

"What, Huey?" Cairo laughed. "Yeah, a little." He gave her a glance over. "They obviously aren't related. She had more of a chance of being related to that one-" he pointed to Cindy. "-Then his ass. Besides, Huey would never lower himself to associate with someone half white, which she obviously is."

Jazmine's eyes widened, her feelings obviously hurt. Cindy glared at him.

"Actually, light brite, if you're referring to a Huey Freeman, he happens to be her boyfriend," She said, sucking her teeth. Cairo and the guy exchanged looks, then burst out laughing.

"Oh, my god!" Cairo elbowed the other one in his shoulder. "Duey! Whitecrest must have gotten to him forreal!" He looked towards Jazmine. "Seriously? He dates you?"

"She does kind of look like that girl he had on his Myspace page back before he deleted it," Duey said, leaning against the car and stroking his chin thoughtfully. "What was her name? Janelle, Joanne-"

"Jazmine."

"Ha! Wow." Cairo smirked. "So, how is he doing?"

"Good." Cindy smirked back. "And you? I see your eye's back to normal."

Cairo's smile fell, along with Duey's. Jazmine sighed.

"As much as I'd hate to keep you from being stuck up closet racists, we're just trying to get somewhere." She paused. "So, if you could just tell us how to get there so that we can leave and none of us will ever have to see each other again, that would be greatly appreciated."

Cairo and Duey exchanged looks. Finally Cairo sighed, stepping forward.

"Alright, fine." He shoved his hands in the pockets of his work pants. "Where you trying to go?"

"DC." Jazmine stepped forward as well. "We can find the rest from there."

"Okay." He pointed towards the main road. "Get back on that road. You're going to end up running into North Lasalle street. Turn right onto it, and when you get to West Adams street, make a right on that. Go down about four stop lights, then make a left on St. Wells. Then, make a right onto West Congress Parkway and stay on it. It's going to turn into 290 W/Eisenhower Expressway west. After a couple of miles you're going to have to merge onto I-90 East/I-94 East toward Indiana. There's lots of signs, so you can figure the rest out. Okay?" He raised an eyebrow. "Did you get all that?"

Cindy and Jazmine blinked. Cairo snorted and started to make a comment, but was interrupted by Cindy.

"North Lasalle street, make a right, the make a right on West Adams street, go down four stop lights and make a left onto St. Wells-"

"Make a right onto West Congress Parkway, which turns into 290 West Eisenhower expressway, merge onto I-90/I-94 East towards Indiana, follow the signs," Jazmine finished, her face filled with relief. "Wow! Thanks!"

Cairo and Duey exchanged another set of surprised looks. Cindy turned, walking towards the car. Jazmine gave them both a smile.

"I appreciate your help. Really." She turned on her heel as well. "Thanks."

"Wait."

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. Cairo went over to a desk, writing something down on a piece of paper and folding it before handing it to Jazmine. She gave him a questioning look.

"Give it to Huey," He said, ignoring a gagging sound that came from Duey's throat. "Tell him I said...well, tell him to call me."

Jazmine folded the paper, putting it in the back pocket of her shorts. "Okay." She turned around again, walking to the car and unlocking it. Cairo and Duey watched as they said something, laughing.

"Is it just me," Duey said aloud. "Or were they surprisingly cute, despite their whiteness?"

Cairo rolled his eyes. "The enemy is not cute."

"Pssh." Duey shrugged, going back to the engine. In the parking lot the car roared to life, reversing out of its parking space. "Whatever." There was the sound of gravel kicking up as the back tires squealed before the car was shooting out of the parking lot, speeding down the street. "But on the real, dem bitches were cute."

"Man, I gotta pee!"

"Riley!" Huey glared into the rearview mirror towards the younger Freeman, who was sprawled across the backseat. "Why didn't you go when we stopped for gas?"

"Cause, mane!" Riley sucked his teeth. "They bathroom smelt like throw-up."

"What is it with you and vomit?" Caesar asked. Riley crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's nasty! Watchu mean, what's wit me and vomit? Shit, do yo ass like throw-up?"

"I don't think anyone likes throw up." Caesar shook his head, turning back to the front. Huey glanced at him.

"So, do you want to tell me why you and Cindy decided to go on a break?" He asked, not sounding the least bit interested. Caesar sighed.

"We ain't on a break anymore, man." When Huey gave him a puzzled look he shrugged. "We called it quits."

Huey's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, she did."

"And when the hell were you going to tell me this?" He asked. Caesar shrugged, giving him a "duh" look.

"You're the one who doesn't ask for info! You expect people to tell you everything on their own!"

"Because that's what people do, dummy!" Huey shot back. "When did you two break up?"

Caesar paused. "Last night."

Huey rolled his eyes. "That figures."

"She walked by when that Tasha girl from our Oceanography class kissed me."

A look of disgust passed over both Huey and Riley's faces.

"Tasha wit tha food covered retainer?" Riley asked.

"Tasha who was supposed to graduate two years ago?" Huey asked. Caesar groaned.

"It was traumatizing."

"Why the hell-" Huey sighed, shaking his head. "While I sometimes wonder about the black man's ability to target white women over their fellow African Americans, Cindy is definitely better than Tasha. Why would you kiss her?"

"I didn't!" Caesar howled. "She kissed me! She made up some bullshit excuse about why she had to stay in high school yet another year-"

"Dat bitch dumber then me! Her stupid ass-"

"-and I, in an attempt to be nice, told her that she it wasn't so bad, that it was better late than never," Caesar went on, ignoring Riley. "The next thing I know, she's telling me how she's always wanted me but I was with Cindy and she's kissing me! Before I could push her away Cindy herself came in, almost killed the girl-"

"Wow-"

"-And before I could explain what happened, she dumped me. Period." He flopped back in his seat, glaring at the dashboard. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain."

"Well." Huey didn't take his eyes off the road. "You two have been rocky ever since march, and you were on a break...she probably thought if she caught you then, you must have been cheating before."

"I didn't cheat on her!"

"I didn't say you did! Now quit yelling!"

"Aye, yo." Riley sat up, sticking his head in between the seats. "I say you get that bitch in check. Shit, if you want mo than one woman, you let her ass know and dare her to say somethin bout dat shit. You don't need her ass."

"I do!" Caesar whined. Huey elbowed Riley in the forehead, shaking his head.

"Shut yo dumbass up." Huey shook his head. "Ceez, ever since you changed your mind about which school you're going to, she's been freaking out. As a matter of fact..." His face took on a thoughtful look. "You didn't even tell me why." He shrugged. "I'm sure if you would just explain what made you change your decision, she'd be more understanding about the situation."

Caesar looked annoyed. Finally, he sighed, shaking his dreads out of his eyes.

"I couldn't afford to go to the University of Maryland," He said quietly. Huey glanced at him. "North Carolina offered me a full scholarship. It made more sense to go there."

Huey blinked. Riley burst out laughing.

"You broke ass motha-"

"Riley!" Huey yelled. To Caesar, he shook his head. "What's so bad about that?"

"Huey, are you kidding me?" Caesar snorted. "How would that look if I told Cindy I was too poor to go to college? Her family is rich. Rich! She'd probably never have to work a day in her life if she didn't want to!" He sighed. "I don't want her thinking she has a poor boyfriend-"

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Huey said firmly, rolling his eyes. "It's never been an issue before-"

"It doesn't mean it wouldn't be one in the future!" Caesar pointed out, throwing up his hands. "Huey, we're adults now! We're preparing for our futures! If you don't have future goals in common, then your relationship is basically doomed!" He gestured to him. "I mean, do you know what Jazmine wants out of her future?"

Huey shrugged. "She want to be a Veterinarian. She wants to get married, have kids, and live in California."

"And what do you want?"

"I want to go into law, move up north, and start my own political party focused on the progression of African Americans."

"Marriage and children?"

"Hell no."

Caesar snorted. "Yeah, remind me to be around for when you tell her that."

"But Caesar, we're not even twenty yet," Huey pointed out. "People want different things when they're eighteen than when they're twenty eight."

"So then, you might not want Jazmine when you're twenty-eight." He gave Huey a look. "Right?"

Huey rolled his eyes. "I might not want Jazmine tomorrow. People change."

Both of Caesar's eyebrows rose. "Wow, man. You're cold."

"No, I'm realistic." Huey adjusted the radio with one hand. Riley sucked his teeth.

"Man, can we listen to sum T.I., nigga?"

"My car, my music." Huey sighed.

"What the hell is this?"

"Organized Konfusion."

"Man, if you don't turn to some real damn music-"

"Anyways," Huey went on, ignoring his brother. "It's never bothered Cindy that you have no money before. Why would it bother her now?"

"Because, man!" Caesar's voice took on a mocking tone. "People change."

"Cindy doesn't."

"Whatever."

"Man, can we stop at a hotel or sumthin?" Riley asked. "I'm tired!"

"Do we have any hotel money?" Huey asked, rolling his eyes. "DC is only 660 miles."

"That's..." Caesar did the math in his head. "Eleven hours!"

"Well, I guess I'm driving eleven hours." Huey rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, should we pull over and sleep in the car? You're not the only one who's broke, Ceez!"

"Ain't my fault yo Grandad spent your entire inheritance," Caesar cakled. Huey glared at him.

"And it won't be my fault when your body is found in a ditch. Now get my phone and call Jazmine. If we're anywhere near them, I'll just catch up to them."

Caesar rolled his eyes, flipping open Huey's phone and dialing the number. "Your prehistoric phone-"

"Shut up."

He put it to his ear, leaning back in his seat. In the back, Riley was texting someone on his own phone, laughing to himself. Huey continued driving, enjoying the silence. After a long moment, Caesar spoke.

"Hello? Jazmine, hey! It's...whoa!" Caesar held the phone away from his ear. Huey raised an eyebrow. "Why are you yelling at me?" He paused. "I didn't kiss her! She kissed me!" He stopped again. "What do you mean "that's what they all say"?"

"Ask her where she is!" Huey snapped, irritated. Caesar glanced at him, then forward again.

"Uh huh...okay, I will...how is she?" He paused. "Oh. Well, Huey asked where you are." He tapped his fingers against the armrest before his eyebrows shot up. Way up. "How the hell did you get to Chicago?"

"What?" Huey made a face. "Chicago?"

"I'm just saying! Okay, okay, my bad. You don't have to be so mean...I told you I didn't kiss her!" Caesar's eyebrows drew together. "Wow. Who taught you to be vicious? Wait, as if I had to ask." He glared towards Huey. Huey glared back. "Well, can you tell Cindy something for me?" He paused. "Aw, come on! I can't talk to her myself because she won't answer my calls! Look." Caesar groaned. "That's so not fair. You know if I knew something you didn't, I'd tell you...I would, too!" Caesar rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever. I'll call her my-hello? HELLO?" Caesar groaned, closing the phone. "She hung up on me. Oh, and right before she called me a two timing ho-face, she told me to tell you she loves you and she misses you very much."

"Eww." Riley made a face "Y'all niggas wack."

"Damn it." Huey looked at him. "Well, do you know where in Chicago they are?"

"Um..." Caesar cringed. "No?"

"Well. This is great." Huey practically laughed. "Any other bad news someone wants to toss in?"

"Yup." Caesar pointed ahead to where traffic was suddenly stopped, a bright orange sign reading "Construction, next 100 Miles". "This will only set us back...a couple hours."

Huey groaned, bashing his head on the steering wheel. Caesar sighed. Behind them, Riley shifted.

"Soo...can I use da bathroom, now?"

"No!" Huey sighed as they inched along in traffic. "We'd probably get there quicker walking at this point." He shook his head. "I hope Jazmine doesn't try to drive through the night."

"Um, didn't your mom tell you not to drive at night?"

"Hush." Jazmine glared at Cindy. "I'm making up for lost time. Since, you know, someone can't read a map."

"Anyone could've made that mistake!" Cindy snapped, throwing her hands into the air. Jazmine made a noise filled with disbelief.

"It specifically said "This is the top" on it!"

"Okay, fine." Cindy scoffed. "Point out all my flaws why don't you?!"

"Cindy-"

BOOM.

"AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Both girls shrieked as there was a heavy bump under the car, followed by an odd slapping sound. Jazmine quickly pulled over to the side of the interstate, parking the car and throwing her door open. Cindy did the same. They both ran to the front of the car, trying to find the source of the noise. Jazmine groaned.

"My tire!"

Her front left tired was almost completely deflated. Cindy let out a growl of frustration, tucking her hair behind her ears. They looked at each other.

"Do you have a spare?" Cindy asked. Jazmine glared.

"No! I had to take it out thanks to all your freaking luggage!"

"Alright alright alright! Damn!" Cindy began pacing in front of the car, both of them ignoring the countless headlights that passed them. "Okay, just...call Huey."

"What the hell is Huey going to do?!" Jazmine demanded. "We're somewhere in Indiana! He's probably not even outside Springfield! He's hours away!"

"Well, call a damn tow truck!"

"Where, Cindy?" Jazmine threw up her hands. "Where do I possibly tell them to come?!"

"Um...the side of the road?"

"Oh, my god." Jazmine grabbed handfuls of curls with her hands, tugging them and groaning again. "We're going to die."

"Jazmine!"

"Cindy!" Jazmine stomped her foot. "A rapist, or a robber, or a psychopath is going to come and slit our throats, take our money, rape us, and throw our dead carcasses on the side of the road, where no one will find us unless it's a driver who has to pull over to take a shit!"

"Pull yourself together, girl!" Cindy shook Jazmine by her shoulders, letting her go after a few seconds. "We'll figure this out, alright? Just-"

"You ladies need a hand?"

"AHHHHHH!!!!!!" Cindy and Jazmine shrieked all over again; with quick reflexes Jazmine reached into the back of her car, retrieving her trusty baseball bat and running towards the guy. Cindy gasped, recognizing him.

"Jazmine, wait!"

But it was too late. "HIYAH!" She yelled, swinging the bat pro-ball style at the man, who let out a scream of his own. The bat connected with his gut and he groaned, falling to the ground and howling in pain. Jazmine laughed.

"Take that, rapist!"

"Er...Jazmine?" Cindy winced, tapping her friend on the shoulder. Jazmine glanced to her as she pointed to the offender's car. "Not...so much."

Jazmine followed Cindy's finger, her eyes falling on the vehicle. She grimaced as well.

While the man's clothing; a casual button up blue shirt, some plain blue jeans, and a pair of converse, were casual, his car wasn't. Indiana State Police was written across both sides. A set of lights sat at the the top of the car. And it was obvious by the way he was staring at her that they were in big trouble.

"Ooooooooh." She hissed, staring down at the man, who was glaring up at her angrily. "Uh oh." She gave him a nervous smile. "Teehee? Just...kidding?"

The man shook his head. Jazmine and Cindy exchanged looks.

"We are so screwed," Cindy hissed. She glared at Jazmine, who glared back. "Way to go, Chris Brown."

Are Cindy and Jazmine gonna get locked up? Will Huey and Caesar ever catch up to them? WILL RILEY EVER GET TO USE THE DAMN BATHROOM!!!!

...Well, read the next chapter then! DANG!! :P

Thanks for reading! And thanks to Mapquest for giving me authentic directions from Chicago to DC (Yes. I was that serious about it). Please review!!!

-Kelsey